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In Defense of Allston, pt. II

In Allston on August 25, 2008 at 2:01 pm

Need I say more?

Need I?

[and yeah, that’s my picture in the Globe.]

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In Defense of Allston

In Allston, Boston on August 22, 2008 at 4:59 pm

I keep forgetting to address this article. Now I am going to. In summation, Jennifer Schwartz hated Allston, had to move there for convenience’s sake, grew to love it, is now moving to the South End [can a journalist’s salary cover that, Jennifer?], is going to miss it. Even though it’s positive, it still feeds into generalized perceptions of Allston, which even I’ll admit are not all untrue. But, for example, she balks about Allston’s crime rate. As Bostonist pointed out, Rock City’s crime rates are lower than those of the schwanky South End, and are more on the petty theft spectrum than the, you know, rape and aggravated assault side. I find many a Boston ‘hood endearing, but I really like living here and I’ve expressed that before [commenters didn’t seem to get it].

The thing is, I think a lot of people hate Allston because it’s dirty and loud. I have any number of friends and acquaintances who just can’t understand why I live here.

Guess what, guys. Do you know where I spent the bulk of my developmental years? CAIRO, EGYPT. Maybe you have heard of it? It is REALLY FUCKING DIRTY. NO MATTER WHAT WHEN YOU COME HOME FROM WORK YOUR FEET ARE GOING TO BE BLACK. YOU CAN’T WEAR WHITE, EVER. IN THE SPAN OF SEVEN YEARS I BREATHED IN ENOUGH SECOND-HAND SMOKE AND SMOG TO CONSTITUTE A LIFETIME OF HEAVY SMOKING.

Do you think I actually care that sometimes there is vomit and trash on the streets here?

Also? The various bottle collectors’ informal economy is magnificent to behold, and reminds me of the various micro-enterprise projects in place in Garbage City.

I know the economy is really bad for travel right now but if it improves, can everyone please just resolve to go somewhere that is Not Europe so they can see what ‘dirty’ actually is and maybe- MAYBE- try to appreciate it a little bit? Take the stick out of your ass so you can realize that there’s actually shit up there.

[/End self-righteous rant; Carry on.]

The Ol’ Allston Scramble

In Allston, Boston on July 22, 2008 at 1:09 am

Within about, oh, let’s guess conservatively, four months? of living with five other people in a group house on Pratt Street*, I decided that I am really, really done with group houses. My kingdom for a non-sticky kitchen floor, for a futon free of the scent of 15-year-old crust punk**! Easy enough: My roommate Dianna is a yuppie who still likes to have a good time and is the best thing that Craigslist has ever brought me, and my cousin Allison lives with these retardedly ill-socialized girls [we are expecting their most recent interaction to be up on Passive Aggressive Notes any day now] who don’t even drink beer, so since we all get along we decided to live together.

Easy enough, except that, whilst I’m unopposed to trying other ‘hoods on, Dianna and Allison have this fierce, fierce loyalty to Allston. Which I don’t blame. Allston is a student ghetto, to be sure, but it also has an abundance of delightful cuisines all within walking distance, and is gritty and rock-‘n’-roll and charming in it’s emaciated, tattooed, asymmetrical haircut way. Seriously, upon first moving here I remarked to Mia that I felt like I was living in motherfuckin’ Williamsburg, but I can’t say anything outsider-y anymore because I’m dating a bike messenger who rides fixed [go ahead, laugh at me. I’m still the best dressed]. So I’m happy to follow suit in this ‘hood loyalty. I like the community A LOT, and I like that my restaurateurs know that I like it very spicy and that my bar waitresses know that I want a pitcher of Allagash White and that local folk know of our [Dianna’s, Allison’s, my] penchant for Scrabble.

So. Apartment hunting. Trolling Craigslist [per usual]. Nothing is going to be anywhere near as cheap as the rickety, band-practice, freezing-in-winter situation that I’m in now, and for good reason. It’s almost August which means it is damn straight high time for us to find a place. And? We’ve subjected ourselves to the yearly Allston Scramble. It’s a mad dash for nice apartments and it’s full of douchey ex-frat realtors who keep telling us that our low rent options are unfeasible and sign now sign now sign now to avoid the rush! Dianna and Allison have handled this all with grace and aplomb but I find it difficult [being a known ball-cutter doesn’t help] to go from a situation where I rented from the two best owner/landlords to dealing with these kindof heinous stuffed shirts who are getting obscenely rich from the yearly scramble for housing. It’s just not right. I’m happy to say that we found a radicool place for a reasonable price with a delicious deck, but house searching and dealing with these realtors has been a certifiable nightmare. I plan on throwing the housewarming party to end all parties as a cathartic way to get rid of all the angst that this summer has thrown at me.

There is, of course, a part of the Allston Scramble that I do know and love, and this is the shitshow that is September 1st. The streets will be filled with feasts- that is, bookshelves, desks, tables, and all manner of housewares. The upside of living in a student ghetto? Free furniture.

*Those friends who are non-locals: this is Allston’s most notorious party street. I did not know this upon moving in.

**I wish that I was making this up.

This Weekend: Four

In Allston, Boston, music, muzak on April 1, 2008 at 8:38 pm

Show #3

In Allston, Boston, partying on March 28, 2008 at 5:30 pm

Boston Basement Brigade‘s third show is going to be in my basement [again] this weekend. Come early before the cops show up.

Boston Basement Brigade