Welcome to Marty Walsh’s Boston.
Depending on who a line like that is coming from–and how it’s delivered– all manner of meaning could be loaded into that statement. For our purposes just take it at face value. You have to. The man just officially took the job on Monday. But you know that. And if you didn’t, or somehow managed to remain comfortably wedged under a rock or in a media-free zone the last few days, be sure to check out our coverage of the inauguration both in print and the spread of photos from Monday’s swearing in on DIGBOSTON.COM. Marty has a lot of cousins, it turns out.
Also, in order to properly present to you, gentle reader, with a wide-sweeping Health and Wellness issue like the one in your hands, we touched upon everything from caveman diet apps launched by a rockstar local chef (see: Eats), to nutritious beers (no, really), and DigBoston News and Features editor Chris Faraone’s missive on living one year meat free. I even subjected my doughy form to a sweltering inferno that involved contorting your body in ways that would appease proponents of enhanced interrogation. In a nutshell: Bikram Yoga is seriously intense. In a good way. Mostly. Fuck I’m sore.
And if you’d allow taking the idea of self improvement to it’s literal extreme, we found where to learn how to alter yourself or a willing sucker with Hollywood-caliber prosthetics and make-up under the tutelage of a local special effects wizard whose work can be seen in critical smashes like Mark Wahlberg’s The Fighter.
We’re pretty sure Lowell already looked that way without any help, though.