I had some muffler troubles this weekend, so on my way to work this morning, I dropped off my car at the shop. And I dreaded taking the B line into work, what with it being the B line and all, but also the day after Labor Day and the first day of classes at B.U. But then I turned on the news and saw what was going on in Coolidge Corner, and I said to myself … for a change, the B line might be the lesser of two evils. Yes, I was crammed into my train, and yes it took a long time to go down Comm Ave., but I still made it to work before 9 a.m., so really, it could have been a lot worse. Who’da thunk that today of all days the B line would have been the more preferable commute.
Lesser of Two Evils
4 SepA Good Book
3 Sep
I suppose it’s a little bit premature to be writing about A.J. Jacobs’ The Year of Living Biblically since it won’t be out for another month or so, but I’m now two-thirds of the way done with it, and I couldn’t wait to give a partial review. In short, the book is about how A.J., an editor at large at Esquire decided to spend an entire year living according to the Bible — both the Old and New Testaments. But the book doesn’t make a mockery of the Bible or those who do live their lives more religiously. Instead, A.J. takes the task seriously, obeying every little (and not so little) law. He doesn’t cut his hair or shave, he doesn’t wear clothes of mixed fibers, he prays, he blows a shofar at the start of every month, he respects his elders, he tries not to lie, and so on.
But don’t go thinking this is a book only about religion, or a serious examination of Biblical law. From the start, A.J. uses his sense of humor to explain that while he grew up in a Jewish home, it was Jewish “in the same way the Olive Garden is an Italian restaurant. Which is to say: not very.” As he did with his last book, The Know-It-All, A.J. also weaves in his personal life — in this case the challenges of being a new father and the difficulty (with his wife, Julie) in conceiving a second child (which, of course, makes it hard to “be fruitful and multiply”). But one thing I really like about the book is how unassuming and surprising it is. One second you’ll be laughing at A.J.’s unwillingness to take or be in pictures at family events, and then he’ll catch you off-guard with a Biblical passage or lesson. It’s this approach that makes some of what he writes more meaningful.
At its core, YoLB is an examination of what place the Bible has in modern times. Do all the laws translate or have the same meaning as when they were first written? I mean, if you work in an office, can you really not gossip? And in an age of constant advertising, how can you not covet? And which is more meaningful: fitting prayer into your busy schedule when you can, or reserving time for it? And even if the Bible says not to lie, aren’t there times when you have to lie? The book is filled with those kinds of questions. A.J. does his best to make the Bible as relevant as possible, and adapt some laws to fit modern life. But mostly he obeys them as written, and it’s really interesting how it plays out.
Also interesting are his trips — to Amish country in Lancaster County, Pa. (where he has to avoid making jokes about Intercourse), to the Creation Museum in Kentucky, to Israel, and to other places — where he is able to gain greater perspective on religion in general, beyond the standard Jewish/Christian world. And the insights from A.J.’s guides — pastors, rabbis, etc. and others he meets along the journey — further his quest to understand the Bible’s messages.
I’m really enjoying YoLB. I liked Love Is a Mix Tape and Cabin Pressure too, but with YoLB, I feel like I’m actually learning something, and that makes it feel like a more worthwhile read. Apparently, plans are already in the works to make YoLB into a movie. Not sure how that’ll work and still stay true to the book (likely, the movie will strip out the real serious stuff and maintain a tone of comedy; hopefully it’ll be better than Evan Almighty), but I hope it’s a good flick. For now, we have a great book. When it hits stores a month from now, go pick it up and read it for yourself.
This One Time, in My Apartment Building …
3 Sep
At 11 a.m. this morning, I learned the very happy news — it’s thrilling, really — that my new neighbor next to my living room plays the flute. Oh joy. And it’s no American Pie kind of thing. Instead, I wish she’d stick it where the sun don’t shine. What’s worse: her twittering away on that high-pitched, silly-sounding instrument, practicing the same scales or lines of music over and over, or my former neighbor, who was prone to playing the same Shakira or Gwen Stefani songs over and over and over? The answer is neither. They both suck. I give this new girl a week of annoying me until I complain. Have I mentioned recently that I can’t wait to move?
There Are Places I Remember …
2 Sep
With so many places I don’t like, it’s nice to find two I like enough to return to on a nice day. Today, Nina and I ate at Z Square in Harvard Square. This was my second time there, and it’s quickly becoming a brunch favorite. Today I had the salami and eggs scramble, with sourdough toast and potatoes. Last time (in May), I had the French Toast with maple syrup and cinnamon butter. Both dishes were great. And both times we’ve been there, Nina and I have sat outside, which makes it an even nicer experience. I have fond memories of when this place was a Finagle a Bagel, and of going on Sunday mornings for the Bagel French Toast (mmmmmm), so it’s nice to have somewhere else in Harvard Square to eat brunch again.
Then we headed up to Kimball Farm, which I had also only been to once before (a year ago, with Joe and Marie). Nina and I grabbed our clubs, headed out on the mini golf course, and the game was on. I held a lead for most of the time, but in the end I lost my groove and Nina came out ahead (by three strokes). And while I held my own in the trash talk department, I was trumped by a grandmother behind us, who at one point reminded her young grandson that “I’m still beating you.” You go, granny! Also fun were the three kids — the boys — who were no older than 10 years old, who we thought were mocking us for missing our shots on one hole. Then we realized they weren’t saying “No, no, no” about us … they were singing Amy Winehouse‘s “Rehab.” (Really.) Of course, we finished off the afternoon with some ice cream — although neither of us finished our sundaes. (They were huge!)
So yeah, two cool places I enjoy going to and hope to return to soon.
Tedy! Youk! Martin!
1 SepAs if there wasn’t already enough going on in the Coolidge Corner general area today, Tedy Bruschi was doing a book signing at Brookline Booksmith.
I may not be a huge Patriots fan (at least not as big as I am a Red Sox fan), but you gotta love a guy who battles back like Bruschi has.
And hey, I love a good book signing.
So I waited in the line — which snaked down Harvard St. and about halfway up Green St. — for an hour and got my book signed.
And it was pretty cool to see everyone walk out of the store with a big grin, relating what inspirational words he told them. Tedy shook my hand, signed the book, and gave me a little smile.
Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Continue reading
The Worst Day of the Year
1 SepI knew I hated September 1, but I forgot just how much.
Luckily, for the past few years, I’ve been able to avoid all the chaos of moving day. But today it seems like it’s everywhere.
All down my street there are moving trucks and trash piles on the sidewalk.
People are packing up and leaving my building (and few people are moving in, it seems). And worse, I actually had to go into the belly of the beast, into Allston, where my new landlord‘s office is. Continue reading
Happy Blogiversary to Me!
31 Aug
It’s not quite the Day of All Days, but today is my two-year blogiversary. When I first started this blog on September 1, 2005, I didn’t know what it would become. But now, 640 posts later, it’s become a living, breathing thing that keeps growing by the post. And I thank all y’all out there — some folks I know, many I don’t — who’ve found the site and keep coming back to see what I’ll post next. Clearly you like what you’re reading, so I’ll keep it up.
Last year on my blogiversary, I counted down the top-5 best posts from my first year in the blogosphere. This year I thought I’d recall some memorable moments: notable life events, rants and raves, fun times, and sad times, all documented right here at Martin’s Musings. So, in no particular order, do you remember when …
… I hated Cambridge?
… I met Sam LaGrassa?
… I almost appeared in the Wall Street Journal?
… the Red Sox season ended so badly that I had to forgive the team?
… I lost both my friend Marc and my grandmother in a space of less than two months?
… Time voted me Person of the Year?
… I interviewed an Oscar-winner?
… I was a change-maker?
… my sister and my friend Andrew got married? (not to each other)
… Dice-K sucked? (actually, he still does)
… I rediscovered books and also loved Once and Amy Winehouse?
… I celebrated my 32nd birthday and my 33rd birthday in the space of one month?
… I considered moving?
Yeah, I remember all that. But according to my traffic reports, more people remember when I hated Best Buy more than any of the above things; the Best Buy post was the most read one of the past 12 months.
So, again, thanks for reading, folks. I’ll try to make year three of Martin’s Musings even better. Stay tuned, and keep coming back.
So What?
30 AugBig deal. The Yankees swept us this week. I feel no sense of deja vu. After all, we’re still in first place by five games. The next time we meet up with the Yankees — right here in Fenway Park — we could be 10 or 12 games up. That’s how confident I am. So all you Yankee fans out there can just go enjoy your sweep. But don’t get too used to it.
Ouch!
27 AugI’ve been good all season, but I just couldn’t resist reposting one of my all-time favorite photos after Monday night’s humiliating loss. 16-0. That hurts, don’t it?

Ha ha! And now, as the Red Sox gear up to play three in the Bronx, up a whopping eight games — !!! — in the division standings, and with the Boston Herald proclaiming that It’s Over, that for all intents and purposes we’ve already clinched the division, it sure is good to be a Red Sox fan. Let’s just hope Dice-K (or Eric Gagne) doesn’t screw it all up and kill the momentum tonight.
And I Am Telling You …
23 Aug
To paraphrase the oft-quoted line from The Godfather: Part III, “Just when I thought I was moving out, they pull me back in.”
Or, as Effie White sings in Dreamgirls, “And I am telling you, I’m not going.”
I could keep quoting movie lines, but the fact remains: I’m not moving. At least not yet.
Today I reached an agreement with my new landlord to stay in my current apartment until at least the end of March. They wouldn’t let me go month-to-month or sign a six-month lease.
So, my condo search is on hold for a while. Continue reading
