This guy wanders Central Square every day. He's well-known and friendly, but I haven't really talked to him. When he's not preoccupied with his own thoughts, sometimes he acknowledges me and asks me to take his picture.

Try as they might, the persistent kids soliciting for donations to Greenpeace, PETA, MassPIRG, or the DNC haven't cracked me.  Sometimes if I'm bored I'll listen to their shpiels before crushing their idealism with my indifference.

I went to the mfa to see glass: a portrait of Philip in twelve parts. On my way home, I met a goose or two in the park.

Some Tabblo folks turned out at the Sanders Theater to see Albert perform with the Mercury Orchestra.  When he's famous, we'll be able to say that we knew Albert when he was just an intern.

We hung out at Grafton Street for a while and caught up on the craziness of the past year.

Tianna had a party.  There was Nosferatu and dancing.

We skipped away to Ihop, the only place around to eat terrible pancakes at 3am.

Central Square at 4:30am doesn't look much different than other times, except for some more rubbish on the ground and fewer drunkards roaming the streets.