The next time someone makes a movie that’s specifically about my life, almost line for goddamn line, it would be great if one of you told me ahead of time.
Since even aunts and uncles of mine who don’t know Raekwon from Ray J have asked for my thoughts about the doc, I think I can forego the gratuitous explanation that’s typically offered when hip-hop comes up.
For the record, I have some previous experience speaking in places where I expect to be ambushed. This wasn’t one of them, though. So I got a little bit tripped up when, just a few minutes into my talk, one of the audience members in Falmouth cut in with an aggressively raised hand and an unsolicited gripe.
Boston film director Robert Patton-Spruill helped rebuild his section of Roxbury from ruin. Now he wants to sell, but his neighbors have other plans for his property.
The incident continued to bother me, though, primarily because Zelnick, a top-shelf shithead of the Anchorman variety, dodged the Bill-O issue like a coward.
As for working journos, I'm here to rep for y’all. To rep for indies, and to kick the #mainstreammedia w/out the cheap right-wing vitriol
On the business side, I am thrilled to say that I am working with a group, which includes investors and longtime Dig employees, to officially take over operations.
The subterranean MBTA CharlieCard Store is a terrific metaphor for everything that’s wrong with transportation in Boston
The public has a brand new window into excessive defense spending