It’s starting. Moving trucks are prowling Boston’s city streets, stores on college campuses are plying our newest residents with giveaways, and liquor stores are stocking up on High Life and Smirnoff. We here at Boston Daily want to keep the peace, and have offered the newbies valuable advice on how to blend in. Today, we help college students on what not to wear. Stop taping yourself singing “Baby Got Back” at Wal-Mart, kids and pay attention–Harvard doesn’t offer a class in sartorial choices.
Not sure if it’s a good thing that Sept. 1 falls on a Saturday, or not, but here they are and there’s nothing any of us can do about it. The first sign was not the moving vans littering Mass. Ave. this morning, but the over-caffeinated girl at the Au Bon Pain where some of us go to get our coffee.
Your long day of corporate drudgery is over. Get out and enjoy the city! Here are a few ideas to get you started, lovingly picked by Boston Daily.
Before there was Hannah Montana, there was Hilary Duff. The former Disney Channel star has avoided the drunken tribulations of her cohorts (take note, Ms. Cyrus), and is touring to support her album Dignity. Duff plays the Bank of America Pavilion tonight.
Remember that Adrian Walker column from a couple days back about the plight of Elias and Caroline Mavroidis, owner-operators of South End Cleaners and winners of a 2007 Best of Boston award? Walker’s piece had obvious good guys, an even clearer bad guy, unconscionable injustices, the works. It was so satisfyingly simple it even fooled us. Well, turns out there’s an absurd saga behind the affair that involves, among other things, angry in-laws, alleged death threats, police reports, and one hell of a slow-witted painter. (more…)
Taking you around the internet for your afternoon enjoyment.
Sex and the City meets Fear: A Cambridge woman who broke up with her boyfriend of ten years found thirty pairs of her shoes slashed by her ex, who has stalked her and attempted to barricade her inside her apartment. The scariest thing? This psychopath still hasn’t been arrested. [Herald]
Ironies abound. A pro-values Republican Senator gets bagged in a nice, awkward gay hooker-solicitation scandal, and a prominent, gay Massachusetts Democrat rises to his defense, making the case that, though he’s a hypocrite, the government’s business should be governing, and not getting tied up in people’s private lives. (Note to Republicans, this stuff wouldn’t be killing you so bad if you hadn’t completely betrayed your small government roots.)
If there’s one thing we don’t associate with the MBTA, it’s sweetness. In fact, most of our trips on the MBTA leave us with a sour taste in our mouths, stemming from either the inane behavior of our fellow Bostonians or the ineptitude of T employees. And, in an effort to improve relations, the powers that be at the T have resorted to bribing us with ice cream, like the petulant children we are.
This week, we’ve been dropping some knowledge on the incoming college students of Boston on how to behave in a way that does not incur the ire of the natives. So far, we’ve covered the ins and outs of moving in and public transit, and today we get to the part college kids care about: Going out. Turn down that Fall Out Boy track on your iPod and learn something they won’t teach you at BU.
Chronicling the past week via quick links and pithy commentary (Labor Day Weekend edition).
It’s starting
Not sure if it’s a good thing that Sept. 1 falls on a Saturday, or not, but here they are and there’s nothing any of us can do about it. The first sign was not the moving vans littering Mass. Ave. this morning, but the over-caffeinated girl at the Au Bon Pain where some of us go to get our coffee.
Before there was 
Sex and the City meets Fear: A Cambridge woman who broke up with her boyfriend of ten years found thirty pairs of her shoes slashed by her ex, who has stalked her and attempted to barricade her inside her apartment. The scariest thing? This psychopath still hasn’t been arrested. [
Ironies abound. A pro-values Republican Senator 
If there’s one thing we don’t associate with the MBTA, it’s sweetness. In fact, most of our trips on the MBTA leave us with a sour taste in our mouths, stemming from either the inane behavior of our fellow Bostonians or the ineptitude of T employees. And, in an effort to improve relations, the powers that be at the T have resorted to bribing us with ice cream, like the petulant children we are.
This week, we’ve been dropping some knowledge on the incoming college students of Boston on how to behave in a way that does not incur the ire of the natives. So far, we’ve covered the ins and outs of