Category Archives: Beantown

Childish Gambino, lame [people] never heard of it.

Follow me on Twitter and you know my affections for Childish Gambino run deep.

Last March I downloaded “EP.” Five songs that were explicit and radically offensive, and I have never listened to an artist in my life the way that I listened to Childish Gambino’s EP. I am not a huge huge fan of rap (duh) and I am not a huge huge fan of unknown rappers, but holy hashtag there was something about this dude.

Turns out, Childish Gambino is the Wu-Tang Clan name that was generated online when Donald Glover typed in his name. Donald Glover is an NYU grad whose face is familiar from his work with Derrick Comedy, writing for 30 Rock, Comedy Central stand-up, and playing Troy on Community.

Donald has been rapping for years, and once I listened to EP I unearthed mixtape after mixtape of tracks that were hilarious and brilliant. Childish Gambino’s music is lyrically intense. The jokes are comical but the wordplay is sheer genius and his cultural references are so spot on for me personally that I completely connected with his music, even though a lot of the subject matter is completely foreign to me.

When he played at The Paradise in May, I completely embarrassed myself as that girl standing in the audience shreiking along with every word with everyone around me wondering why and how I learned all these lyrics. As I mentioned, I have truly never listened to an artist or any music as repeatedly as I did Childish Gambino in those first days. Over and over and over. I’m still not sick of any of it.

I aggressively tweeted at Donald Glover (an avid tweep– no wonder I love his work!) after the show, and the nature of the venue is such that if psychotic fans (read: me) stand outside long enough you’re bound to at least watch the artist walk to the bus parked by the curb out front.

Being obsessed with his music I integrated my need to meet him into every lyric I could think of, and the night ended with me on the tourbus helping execute a postshow show at 1am, after a 2 hour set at the Paradise, performed in the foyer of a Cambridge mansion to a crowd of fortunate college students. #dreaming

With the release of his first “official” album CAMP on November 15th, Donald returned to Boston as Childish Gambino to play the House of Blues and when the entire band remembered me and our fun late night performance, I was in heaven and knew that Gambino is truly a mastermind.

Listen. or don’t if you’re easily agitated.


Visiting Chef Series: the fireplace

For the Visiting Chef Series, Boston University Dining Services invited the fireplace restaurant of Boston to take over the BU Dining Halls for the evening and prepare special meals for students.

BU Dining Services always puts on amazing events for meal-planned students, (lobster night being my personal favorite) and @BUDiningService is always engaging and interacting with students, asking questions, providing responses, and sharing the dining experience of BU with the entire student body.

Visiting Chef night is always one of my favorite nights, as it gives BU students a chance to try different foods and cuisines from Boston. Though the image doesn’t do the meal justice, the menu and meals served were de-lish, and a perfect way to spend a Thursday night! What are everyone’s favorite BU Dining Hall events?

The Brattle Book Shop (read: Heaven)

Last Spring I had a studyless day during study period of finals season and decided to mosey my way downtown to delight in the sunshine of Boston and potential adventures of a free afternoon in the city with a fresh paycheck in my bank account. Options seemed limitless. I was venturing without a plan, with no agenda, and was expecting to resort to picking up leggings at the Downtown Crossing H&M to validate my trek to Park Street, when the heavens parted and I found Mecca.

I turned on to West Street, and discovered the parking lot I’d passed many times with random murals of bookshelves actually served a purpose during business hours. $1, $3, and $5 signs were taped to shelves of antique and shabby chic books upon books, with copyright dates from 1835 to 1987. It smelled like mildew and water damage and I hadn’t smelled pages so sweet in forever.

The Brattle Book Shop was apparently founded in 1825 and is the most phenomenal escapist spot ever. There are shelves galore inside the shop, but the outside bargain racks are the most fun.

shelves on shelves on shelves

My inner hoarder was instantly released in the outside shelving lot, and during my first time at the shop, I scavenged the shelves like it was the last time books were to be available for purchase. Nevermind that I was tripping over old men’s golden retrievers and hipsters’ headphones while I collected “The Handbook of Every-day French” circa 1925, and 3 volumes of deep brown leather-bound German history books, I had 8 books in my stack and hadn’t even totaled $15 yet! I saw visions of birthday gifts for everyone I knew and bookshelves in my home lined with egregious quantities of gold-striped, deep maroon spines.

“Selections from Emerson’s Prose Works” 1926, private library donation. “Sterling’s Gold” 1965 (not 2010), gift from Don. “Dinner at Antoine’s” 1948, Harvard Square stand. “Woman and Love” 1943, Harvard Square stand.              “Shakspeare’s Complete Works” 1855, Brattle Book Shop.

In the Eastern-most corner of the lot, I spotted a thick, apple-red spine on the $5 shelf. It was painted with glimmering gold embellishment that glistened in the ray of sunlight creeping into the space, and I reached up as I said aloud, “MINE,” and thought mutely, “HASHTAG MINE.”

I made my final purchase decisions, and the clerk advised that I “throw the books in the freezer overnight, just to get rid of any of those critters that might be in there.”

After thawing my purchase, I can happily say to “Shakspeare’s Complete Works,” thank you very much for being the perfect addition to my bookshelf, to my antique book collection, and to my goldleaf-gilded-loving life.

Have I read any of the books I’ve gathered? Well, I haven’t gotten around to blogging in about 6 years, so no, but it’s certainly on my to-do list with the best of intentions.

I also must note that while I can never stop the verbal hashtaggery and love Padrick my iPad and digital media eternally, there can and will be no replacement for the delight in holding a book. (Especially holding ones published in the 19th century.) #KatherinaMinolaisthegreatestcharacterofalltime

that BA monologue from the final scene of Taming of the Shrew

Class Gift Campaign

As a BU Senior, I was asked last week to participate in a video for the Class Gift Campaign. Last year, if 2,011 members of the class of 2011 donated, Dean Elmore, the biggest celeb on campus next to the Dear Abbeys (eye roll), would jump into the Charles River in a tux. Well, the Class of 2011 pulled through and so did Dean Elmore!

This year, BU is leaving the challenge up to us. Scaling buildings? Treating us all to Rhett’s milkshakes? Paying for our tuition?! #dreamon

Leave your comments and suggestions for what you think the reward should be for 2,012 members of the Class of 2012 donating here!

Donate to the Cla$$ Gift Campaign here!




this happened.

Thanks to @schneidermike for technologically interrupting the Radian6 #Social2011 to discuss THE GREATEST DAY OF THE YEAR: FOURSQUARE DAY!!!



The Boston Globe

I got a call a few weeks back from Beth Teitell, a Boston Globe journalist, who was writing an article about Twitter followers and Klout scores. My name was passed along by Marlo at marlo marketing communications, where I had interned this past fall and successfully positioned myself as that freaky intern who is irrationally obsessed with Twitter.

I spoke with Beth for hours and a bit of our conversation made it into the FRONT PAGE ARTICLE! 🙂 check it out here!

Disclaimers: I barely go on dates period, let alone do I actually real life care about how many followers a person has, please. Also, I don’t know how much as of right now I can stand behind the validity of Klout. They’ve always been very unclear about how scores are calculated and often some user scores seem higher or lower than is logical… #JUSTSAYIN

Yeah You Got My Back Against the Wall

I was asked a few weeks ago to participate in a fundraiser for BU’s Dance Marathon, which is arguably the most advertised and hyped fundraiser event at Boston University. Yes, I do wish someone would explain to me why there are fundraisers for fundraisers, but when asked to do something for charity that seemed relatively non-committal, I chose not to ask questions and roll with it. After all, it’s for the children.

To fight pediatric AIDS, I, along with four other “volunteers” (read: BU campus folk who were sent an email & told to participate in an event for a good cause) met in BU central and were taped to a brick wall for 45 minutes, hoping that our reach about campus would be vast enough to draw students with $1 and a desire to purchase pieces of tape to suspend us.

With the handy help of tweets & aggressive commentary at innocent passerby, I was able to have many lovely supporters come out and support me (literally) and support Dance Marathon! Naturally, I insisted on having my tweeting hands free of suspension, and focused mainly on a pageantry sash/ seat-belt-like harnessing strategy.

BU icons at work!

At 5:45, “the footholds from below contestants were slowly removed” and I was not given a spotter, which was less than alright, considering I was among the first to flop shamefully to the floor. Congrats to kmac of women’s basketball who raised significantly more tape than the rest of us, and stayed on the wall for an unreal amount of time, proving that she is THE most popular.


Jason Kaplan, of Dear Abbeys: $21.50

Krystyn kmac McIntyre, of Women’s Basketball: $81 (which explained her excessive suspension time & victory)

Eddie Chen, of CSC: $31.50

Myself, of ADPi: $37

Bijan, of Pi Kappa Alpha: $22

Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who came out and donated!! Grand time and such a delight.

Now donate to Dance Marathon and participate on April 2nd!!