I was on the Iron Horse the other night when I noticed
bunch of stickers tattooed all across those funky ads they have on every train. However, I wasn’t the only one who noticed them. The only other guy in the train car was this middle-aged white dude with construction boots and a dope leather carpenter’s satchel that you could tell he had worn down through making a living. Before I could get closer to read what was on the stickers, he was standing in front of me, peeling them off. When they wouldn’t come off, he pulled a scraper out of his back pocket and got busy. I have a feeling he won’t be attending May Day 2010…
Boston. In my mind, I had always visualized this place to be more dazzling and abstract: a yuptastic indie-film festival with a fair trade, open, coffee bar, that featured a 20-minute, silent, modern furniture auction in between each movie (or something close to that). Fortunately, the reality of this sacred crossroad was not too far off from my vision. I bring you, 
from a skeptic/evil enemy by the name of Evgeny Morozov. In a recent Definition
yup·pie (yŭp’ē)
n. a young, ambitious, and well-educated city-dweller who has a professional career and an affluent lifestyle.
dil·lem·ma (dĭ-lěm’ə)
n. a difficult or perplexing situation or problem.
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