I have been reading various intellectual effluvium to the effect that all these transplanted-to-Boston people now feel like natives; as someone transplanted to Boston (at age 7), I am heartily looking forward to the moment when the transplants realize that their nativehood is entirely contingent on the continuity of their geographical memory.
(I am sure I have told this story before. A transplant friend of mine described an invitation she'd received to some Big Huge Conference in the city of Boston, parking details blah blah, T stop Auditorium. She was annoyed and puzzled, for lo, there is no Auditorium T stop! And from the deep recesses of my childhood came my little blurt: That's the decades-outdated name for Hynes/ICA. Which... is the years-outdated name for Hynes Convention Center.)
We can expect two years of delays because we will stubbornly navigate the same way those entire two years. Possibly because that's the only way we know to get from point A to point B without going backwards wrong way down a one-way street. (I saw someone do that this morning.)
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Date: 2013-04-25 11:39 pm (UTC)(I am sure I have told this story before. A transplant friend of mine described an invitation she'd received to some Big Huge Conference in the city of Boston, parking details blah blah, T stop Auditorium. She was annoyed and puzzled, for lo, there is no Auditorium T stop! And from the deep recesses of my childhood came my little blurt: That's the decades-outdated name for Hynes/ICA. Which... is the years-outdated name for Hynes Convention Center.)
We can expect two years of delays because we will stubbornly navigate the same way those entire two years. Possibly because that's the only way we know to get from point A to point B without going backwards wrong way down a one-way street. (I saw someone do that this morning.)