Storrowing credit for a neo-neo-neologism

This morning the estimable editors at UniversalHub described a truck as “freshly storrowed,” meaning that it had been driven under a famously (but not famously enough I guess) too-low overpass on Storrow Drive and either gotten stuck or had the top ripped...

One fish, two fish, Red's Best, Cod Squad

Occasionally, you can smell the ocean from outside my office near the North End. Maybe it’s just a nearby fountain or open hydrant or the aquarium, but it serves to remind me that Boston has a seafaring heritage. That said, if you’re not careful buying...

Always Be Knolling

Via BoingBoing, a verb for all seasons: knoll. I drew a blank with knoll in this sense on the usual dictionary sites, but Wikipedia is hep to it, as is Urban Dictionary, admittedly with a few dubious variants. Cory sez, “Knolling is ‘the process of...

Plural of the day: Miasmata

I’ve been having a terrible allergy season. That, and maybe just a little too much They Might Be Giants, caused me to research the word miasma (as in a cloud of ragweed that follows you around) for a possible Word of the Day post. Here’s what I found,...

Word of the season: Equinox

You probably know that today is the Autumnal (in the Northern hemisphere) Equinox, the end of Summer and the start of Autumn. In fact, it’s right about now, 5:44pm ET. I thought it was odd that the “day and night of equal length” was at a particular...

Play to your strengths

Top search terms for this blog, largely in order, lightly curated, in haiku form: Babka, Bialy, Square car, Linkedin API, Ferris wheel at night. Murphy bed, Fisheye camera, Man bag, Blackboards, Sfogliatelle. Wine with fried chicken, Scrabble, Limeduck, Shrubbery, Pig...

When a bus stop stops being a bus stop

You may remember back in June when I reported that the MBTA was eliminating a couple of stops on the number 1 bus line, I wondered what would happen to the space freed up. Well, I’ve been watching those stops and seen no changes. Still no parking, still marked...

Suanla Tovah

As a child in New York City, I thought that Chinese New Year and the Feast of San Gennaro were among the High Holy Days probably until junior high school. I may have been a little slow, or maybe just an early adopter of multiculturalism, but I ate well at every...