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[Letter from the Editor]

DEAR READER

By Cara Bayles

DEAR READER,

 

Yesterday I spotted birds that weren't pigeons. They were perched on my neighbor's birdfeeder, pecking at sunflower seeds and each other. And while I've always been terrified of birds (they're tiiiiiiny dinosaurs!), my cold heart melted when I saw them, because spring is sneaking up on us. There's a larger, more vicious species that flies back into town once the weather warms (perhaps you spotted them Tuesday). That's right; the Red Sox are here. So what better way to celebrate the impending return of spring than to look at the sordid world of Sox sponsorship?

And it's not just baseball that's in season. Did you know April is Earth Month, and this is antiques week? The Dig's Department of Commerce section does. We also bring you an exclusive interview with electro-duo Autechre, and a look at the amazing cellphone art of Robert Pettit, who somehow manages to make the everyday essential (read: necessary evil) startling and beautiful.

I'd be an idiot if I praised little green buds and long evening shadows without covering my bases (har har!). So in case another foot of snow plops down next week, let's not forget the ugly side of summer: humidity, sunburns (for the pale), mosquitoes, sweat, movie theater AC and ... bird shit.

Merry April!



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Silly hats!

By CaraBayles on Thu, Aug 28, 2008 1:14 pm

From the floor of the Pepsi Center!

 

 

 

 

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Anti Climax

By CaraBayles on Thu, Aug 28, 2008 2:27 am

Rooooll call!Rooooll call!So, the roll call vote feels more like a game show than a democratic process. It basically goes like this:

Secretary Alice Germond (the host in our little metaphor), says the name of the state, and the giant screen behind her sports the state's name, and how many votes it's been afforded.

"State," says Germond.


Night Two of Pageantry

By CaraBayles on Wed, Aug 27, 2008 2:48 pm

On Monday night, your trusty Dig reporter was relegated to the press gallery, and spent an hour and a half trying to find the damn booth for rotating floor credentials, being sent up and down the stairs, getting a different answer from every DNCC staffer. It made my thighs slightly stronger and the ball of rage in my stomach significantly heavier. It made me wonder how the Dems would run a country, when they can't credential a reporter. But last night I found the magic booth and got onto the floor, so all is forgiven.






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