T fare: Steak,cheese, hold grease
Boston bloggers continue to be amazed by sights on the T, from sloppy eaters to overwhelming ads. For that and more, read on:
Just crumby
Ellen McCullough has gotten used to people eating on the T -- even stuff you wouldn't expect to see underground -- like lasagna and omelets. The other day, she writes on her Commuterrant weblog, the guy sitting next to her on the Red Line pulled a steak-and-cheese croissant sandwich out of his briefcase: ''You proceeded to work your way through the hideous meal, while croissant crumbs spilled down onto your sleeves and briefcase. You did not have a napkin, or maybe you just didn't have a free hand to use one. I could smell the grease. I could feel the fat coagulating in your veins (remember, our thighs were touching), with every bite. By the time I got to Park Street, I was covered in your croissant detritus, the smell of meat and cheese permeating my clothes."
Bad ads
Cynthia Rockwell of Somerville says she is getting tired of companies plastering the Harvard Square T stop with giant ads: ''I'm not sure which is more obscene, the dumb sex ads from Axe or the garish crimson ads of
Objectively speaking?
Evidence-Based Medicine is hot in healthcare management circles, involving a complex set of reimbursement rules. Eliot Gelwan, a Brookline psychiatrist, objects, on his Follow Me Here weblog: ''The so-called objectivity of medical research is a misnomer in many ways, among them the prejudiced opinions about what is worthy of publication of the academic journal editors and referees; the bias in favor of positive findings at the expense of negative, refutory research results; and the increasing fist-in-glove control of the research industry by the pharmaceutical industry."
Brush with fame
Shelley from East Boston takes her mother out for a play at the Huntington Theatre and dinner on Mother's Day. But she writes on her Cynical: A Life blog that it was kind of overshadowed when she spotted Victor Garber, the actor who plays Jack Bristow on ''Alias," in the theater after the show: ''I tried to catch his eye when he passed just a foot away from me, although I have no idea what I would have said had he looked my way ('I'm a big fan of your work,' or maybe, 'Would you sign my playbill?' or just, 'guh!' -- dorky, huh?)."
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