Tuesday, November 14, 2006

There will come a time when I must pay my dues and endure a proper commute, the kind that exceeds the leisurely 10-minute mark, but let me clarify something here and now: you will need to drag me into such a time. South End was indeed promising, a first real push into finding a truly “hip” place, and the search will continue this weekend. I’m still fuzzy on what precisely constitutes a hip or trendy location. I don’t think there’s empirical evidence, like a cute brunette hanging off every empirical street corner or something, so much as a vibe, a buzz of excitement.

But the commute! Oh, what a commute. Length wasn’t really the problem. No, the hot button issue was driving through no less than three ghettos to reach South End from work, as if this were some kind of contest to collect them all. When Fodor’s gives less than three shits and a left about your route, it’s time to reevaluate.

Google has really cleaned up YouTube lately, but fear not–there are counselors yet to guide your way. Some of the quality is questionable, however, so be warned. I ask you to be a discerning media thief.