Oh, I love this great anti-Shaughnessy blog I found via Universal Hub’s opening day roundup.

this blog is dedicated to all those who find wrenching the mere presence of a mule like Dan Shaughnessy on the pages of a major city daily

Sign me up! At some point I will get off my duff and actually do something with the terrific anti-Shaughnessy domain name I bought after frothing at one of his columns a couple of years back. I won’t spoil the surprise.

“Shame of sex? We can change it.”

Terri found this the other day, and we are so there! New translation by Wallace Shawn (?), featuring Alan Cumming, Cyndi Lauper (!), and Nellie McKay (?), at Studio 54 (!). It’s still in previews, but interesting commentary here.

We love the Danish Pastry House. It’s on our street, right over the hill, on the Medford side, after Curtis Street becomes Winthrop. We hadn’t gotten around to going there until a few weeks ago when John was down to visit.

It feels very much like a European bakery. Lots of almond paste-y things. No skimping on the butter. More info from the Globe and the Dig.

It was blissfully uncrowded when we went (and it seemed moreso because we had gone to Soundbites the day before, and the instant John put the last bite of omelet in his mouth, we were given our last warning to vacate our table). So, that gives me pause on plugging it. But I also fear that anyplace so uncrowded on a Sunday around these parts can probably use a bit of plugging. So if I have to fight for a table on Sunday mornings to keep such a fantastic bakery around, so be it.

Maybe I should get off my butt and finally get around to going to Somerville’s famous restaurant The Paddock. Ben Affleck was recently spotted there. I wonder if he got “more than pizza“?

I’m not sure where to start on this one other than to say go buy it and read it now. (I know I’m probably years behind the curve on this discovery, but nonetheless…) Or see if I’ve taken it back to the library and get it from there.

It’s just perfect in so many ways.

It really plays to the strengths of the graphic novel medium: the drawings are simple black and white drawings, but that just seems to let the nuance and depth of the story and its telling come out.

It not only puts a very personal and human face on what growing up in Iran in the 70’s and 80’s must have been like, but it also was very illuminating on a lot of political and historical points that I didn’t really understand. And the medium again helps out with this: I don’t think I would have gotten as much out of a more prosaic or direct treatment of the subject. The fact that it’s a comic book makes it seem like it’s going down easier, but then it twists and gets all complicated and tragic and funny, all at the same time.

It’s also as good a portrayal of a revolution as I’ve read. I can imagine a great college English course on “literature of the revolution” featuring Persepolis, Doctor Zhivago, A Tale of Two Cities, Marat/Sade, The Master and Margarita, and… others? I feel like I’m definitely missing something from various Central American revolutions. It portrays that process where temporary upheavals become normal and permanent, as one aspect of life after the other is turned on its head.

Anyway, as we’re rapidly approaching a point where something’s going to have to give in the current situation with Iran, I can’t imagine a better time to get a more complicated and realistic perspective of the country as more than a bunch of religious nuts with nuclear aspirations.

A happy belated birthday to my youngest sister, Abby, who turned 22 yesterday.

You’ve always been my favorite. Don’t tell April or Estee.

How much am I loving my first Red Sox games with Tivo? No Foxwoods commercials, kids! That is fantastic.

I’m also excited because Larry Lucchino mentioned in the pre-game show that this year’s Fenway Park renovations will include two Dunkin’ Donuts in the park. None of the existing concessions really sell any coffee whatsoever, so I’m very excited about this development. Normally, you suck down a couple of beers, and then either need to keep going, which you can’t, because no beer is sold after the 7th inning, or have a little pick me up, which you can’t, because there’s no coffee to be had in the park. I have found it hard to believe in the past that there was no Dunkin’s in the park, and now there is. The ideal coffee option would of course be a Toscanini’s, but this will more than do.

OK, I have to pay attention now, because I still only recognize about 1/3 of the guys on the team this year.

Now, the water that has been trickling onto the platform through the light fixtures for probably 9 – 12 months now, even when it’s not raining or snowing, might have been a clue that there was a problem brewing. But it’s finally taken out the emergency systems, and now my T station is closed for the indefinite future. Nice.

At least the weather’s getting nicer and it will be a healthy walk from Porter.

UPDATE:  I called the MBTA to find out what the ETA to re-open was, apparently it re-opened just after rush hour.