Nobody’s perfect, and when it comes to typos, that adage seems even more true (my mother noted a fantastic one I’d made the other day – “he loves with his mother” rather than “he lives with”). So two young men – one of them local (to me, that is), are doing something about it – Jeff Deck (of Somerville) and Benjamin Herson are driving around the country fixing typos – on signs, restaurant boards, or wherever they find them. But they don’t chastise…from their website:
We do not blame, nor chastise, the authors of these typos. It is natural for mistakes to occur; everybody will slip now and again. But slowly the once-unassailable foundations of spelling are crumbling, and the time has come for the crisis to be addressed. We believe that only through working together with vigilance and a love of correctness can we achieve the beauty of a typo-free society.
And lo! You can even buy a t-shirt!
Facebook is certainly a news heavyweight as of late; first Fouad Mourtada, now this? Well, technically this happened first – last August, a Saudi woman was beaten and shot by her own father for chatting with a man on Facebook. The story was untouched by Western media and only truly emerged this week after preacher Ali Al-Maliki condemned Facebook as a corrupting force in the Kingdom.
Many Saudi Facebook groups (such as this one) contain a plethora of graphic images, the existence of which lead to Al-Maliki’s condemnation of the site. Even still, the aforementioned group shows up ninth using the search term “Saudi.” The first eight are far tamer, from People Who Love King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia to Saudi Women Petitioning Govt for Driving Rights.
Despite the controversy, Saudi Arabia has yet to ban the site – were it to do so, it would follow in the footsteps of Yemen, Syria, and Iran (by no means a comprehensive list – plenty of other countries block portions of the site).
Since moving to Boston, Hamza and I have certainly attempted to explore Boston’s vast expanse of eateries. We’ve hit the South End (most notably, to B&G Oysters), Back Bay, Brookline, Allston (really?), our own Brighton (My favorites being neighbors Tasca and Bamboo). We had a low-key Valentine’s Day here and got our superbowl Sunday wings here. We don’t discriminate on price (except when we must, cough cough Capital Grille) or location, and we eat most cuisines (in fact, a local spot I’ve been dying to try serves Baluchistani, Hungarian and French cuisine), but we have not managed to explore the culinary intracacies of the North End.
One place in particular that I’d like to try is Limoncello, which owner Maurizio Badolato opened after winning a million bucks on a scratch ticket a few years back. Since, he’s won $10,000 and $20,000 on scratch tickets and still loves with his mother. That alone would be enough to get me in there but as it turns out, the food is said to be awesome too.
I guess next time I’m hanging out in the North End I’ll have to skip the chowdah bowl and get myself to Limoncello.