Further proof I don’t have a Google alert on myself: I’m just finding out that The Week threw some love to a Globe op-ed piece a few weeks ago. Its awesomeness is only slightly diminished by the passage of time.
Last night I had the terrifying assignment/honor of co-moderating a Boston mayoral forum on transportation and livable communities. A gazillion people showed up and I somehow managed to not pass out on stage. Storify wrap-up is here; Facebook photos are here. Thanks to the 8 mayoral hopefuls who attended, and the 28 (!!!) groups that sponsored the forum.
As part of a recent Boston mayoral campaign sketch for CommonWealth, I mapped turnout rates in Boston. Local races draw fewer voters than statewide or national races, so to keep things constant, I looked at how the turnout rate in every Boston precinct differed from the citywide turnout average. The result is above; click on over for the interactive version.
The good folks at Esquire were wondering why every other person name-checking Boston on Twitter after the Marathon bombing also name-checked Dunkin’ Donuts. Here’s an essay I wrote to answer that question — an exegesis of weak coffee and hometown pride.
There’s nothing especially wicked traditionally Irish about dying the Chicago River green, or swilling cheap booze from a styrofoam Dunkin’ Donuts coffee cup while a dude in full Imperial Stormtrooper garb high-steps it down Broadway. So why hate on green beer? If the green beer we drink on St. Paddy’s tastes like garbage, the answer isn’t banishing it; it’s finding guys who can make green beer worth drinking. Who’s making good green beer? Click on over to this Esquire post of mine and find out.