It’s just a little hot tonight…just a little. Is it really necessary for RI to flaunt its climate by having days from 3 seasons in one week?
Also, I now know 4 writing systems (technically 2 alphabets and 2 syllabaries) spanning 3 languages, and can still only speak 1. Impressive stuff.
The Importance of Punctuation
The difference between a calzone with banana peppers, and a calzone with banana, peppers.
That moment at 3AM when you’ve been watching the entire scene in Watertown unfold from the start and you find out the suspect still on the loose was the Brown University student that went missing last month. Brown University. As in 5 fucking minutes from where we live.
Forget way too fucking close to home, this is home. Providence, Boston, all of it. It’s way too real, it’s way too much.
I honestly just hope it turns out to be someone else. Not someone who was here. Anyone else.
Edit: I guess someone heard this. What an unbelievable night. Like something out of a movie…the kind of thing that should only happen in a movie. Never in reality.
Boston you’re my home.
Every siren stands out today. Every time one goes by, everything else gets quieter.
I used to rail a lot on Twitter for being silly and useless, but yesterday showed me how invaluable a tool it can be and that makes it worth every single pointless tweet that’s ever been sent. Social media, for all its faults, has brought us so much in times like these.
It’s a shame and a tragedy that someone made the decision to attack these innocent civilians. It’s like someone walks onto your street, kills your neighbor and turns to you and says “You are no longer safe.” Things will never be the same again. With the Boston Marathon, though I’d never attended in person, I knew about it and always checked out the stories about it. In a region packed like this, everyone is connected to it somehow, everyone knows someone involved. And so everyone here has been personally, individually touched by this.
I know similar attacks and even worse tragedies occur on a daily basis around the world. But what people affected say afterwards is true. It’s different when it happens to you. In your backyard. In your home.
Yeah, I’m from Providence, but like I told all my friends in California, we’re just a little extension of Boston anyways. I’ve been there before, right where it all happened. I remember a couple of years ago standing right on the sidewalk of Boylston by Copley Square, yelling and screaming as the duckboats rode by with the victorious Boston Bruins hoisting the Stanley Cup. I remember walking through that area to get to the Green Line to go to Fenway for many Red Sox games. And I will always remember the site on TV of people running, injured and terrified, through that same spot on April 15, 2013.
But we’ll rise again. We’re not known for our pride and toughness for nothing. With the help of the rest of the nation and the world behind us, help and assistance for which we will always be endlessly grateful, we will be ok. It may take only one person to exact this evil upon us, but it allows us to see there is far more good from the sheer number of those offering help and condolences. We’ll recover. Not today, not tomorrow, not next week, or next month probably. Today you see the true face of strength and resiliency in light of this tragedy. But watch the Boston Marathon next year, and you will see this same face again.