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The old South Boston Aquarium stands
My hand draws back. I often sign still
fence on the Boston Common. Behind their cage,
Parking spaces luxuriate like civic
shaking over the excavations, as it faces Colonel Shaw
Two months after marching through Boston,
Their monument sticks like a fishbone
He has an angry wrenlike vigilance,
He is out of bounds now. He rejoices in man’s lovely,
On a thousand small town New England greens
The stone statutes of the abstract Union Soldier
Shaw’s father wanted no monument
The ditch is nearer.
over a Mosler Safe, the “Rock of Ages”
The Aquarium is gone. Everywhere,
The ancient owls’ nest must have burned.
and then a baby rabbit jumped out,
Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry!
Wind east, fish bite least, and that was the case on Saturday morning when we ran east to Wianno to scout some striped bass on the flats by the fish weir. The conditions were too overcast and sloppy to see any cruising fish so we ran back to Cotuit and set up a drift towards Sub Rock, casting orange Roberts and Ballistic Missiles on wire leaders. In twenty minutes we landed eight big bluefish – averaging eight to ten pounds – and stopped at the point of Sampson’s Island to fillet them and toss the racks into the channel for the crabs to pick over.
I brined the fish in a gallon of water, two cups of kosher salt, a cup of maple syrup, garlic powder, Pete’s Texas Hot and a lot of soy sauce, leaving the fillets in the fridge overnight until this morning, when I dried them to a shiny pellicle, ground a ton of black pepper over them, and finished them with a dusting of Tony Chachere’s Creole seasoning. Eight hours in the Cabela’s vertical propane smoker with two loads of soaked hickory chunks and I now have a big stack of leathery smoked bluefish. I’ll turn some of it into bluefish pate, using the Legal Seafood’s recipe; the rest will get wrapped and handed out to neighbors and friends. If I do two loads this spring, it will be a lot, and every time I do it I start to wonder, based on the $10 the restaurants charge for about two ounces of the pate, if I could set the kids up with a serious business venture peddling smoked fish to the high end boutique grocery stores here in Cotuit and Osterville. Then I start thinking about the Board of Health and snap back to reality. I hate to waste fish, and if the family can polish off four fillets it’s a miracle. I’ve tried vacuum sealing the stuff, freezing it – nothing really works on smoked fish, and bluefish, sorry to say, is not my favorite fish in the world unless it is blackened Cajun style or smoked dark brown like a herring.
I really want a striper for the table, but just am not clever or devoted enough to set the alarm and bomb off into the dawn for Bishops & Clerks or the shoals off of Succonnesset. Maybe tomorrow. I really am a fan of pan roasted bass with a chive and sour cream sauce.
Memorial Day Weekend: Cape Cod, no travel, just fishing, gardening, and home repair projects.
Tues-Wed. 5.26-27: Back to Morrisville, NC
Thursday 5.28: Boston
Friday-Sun 5.29-5.31: Cotuit
Mon.-Tue. 6.1-2: NYC, speaking at Conversational Media Summit
Wed.-Fri.:6.3-5: Morrisville, NC
Sat.-Sun. 6.6.-6.7: Cotuit
Monday-Friday, 6.8-6.12 West Coast (Tahoe, Valley, San Diego ((perhaps)))
Beyond: China in the latter half of June. No vacation on the docket yet.
Someone had to say it:
“Lately it seems I can’t go anywhere without running into a gaggle of social media consultants bloviating about the wonders of social network marketing. Sure, you’ve seen ’em, too. Slick shake-and-bake “experts” promising to help you leverage the power of Twitter and Facebook to raise your profile and, inexplicably, boost your profits. But scratch the surface on most of these claims and they instantly crumble. Meanwhile, it seems the only people making any money in social media are the consultants themselves.”
Hertz Gold Club #1 greeted me at RDU yesterday with a big-ass red Ford F150 pickup truck with a crew cab. My testosterone levels spiked. No KIA or Hyundai nonsense for this cowboy. I climbed in, fired it up, hit the radio and yep, all the buttons were pre-tuned to WQDR – country music.
So I have been tooling around the urban sprawl of North Carolina feeling extremely red-blooded, and catching up on the latest NASCAR news (e.g. Jeff Gordon had an injection in his back, Coors Lite is the official NASCAR beer) while driving to dinners at the Angus Barn.
Back to Cape Clam tonight. Things aren’t going to be the same.
Thanks to Nathan Gilliatt for the pointer to this here video:
Boston feels pretty dead in terms of tech innovation. Aside from a few exceptions during the dot.bomb days (CMGI, Lycos) and some old glories and hardcore wire-head firms, the VC community feels deader than disco in The Hub.
“Boston’s venture capital and start-up industries, once fueled by the minicomputer boom, have been shrinking in recent years. The amount of venture capital invested in Boston companies fell from $3.9 billion in 2007 to $3.3 billion in 2008, while investment in Silicon Valley start-ups stayed steady at $11 billion, according to the National Venture Capital Association.”
Amazing boom and bust that took three decades. 60s saw a big DARPA fueled engine around MIT, Mitre, Lincoln Labs ….70s saw the minicomputer take off …. 80s were the Lotus decade …. but by the 90s the writing was on the wall. The innovation table tilted to the Valley where the PC revolution went beserk in the 70s.
Steven Johnson: The Invention of Air, the story of the Reverend Joseph Priestly.
World War Z: Max Brooks. The zombie wars, told Stud Terkel style. Recommended by my good buddy T. Soon to be a major motion picture.
Thirteen Moons: Charles Frazier, author of Cold Mountain. Just getting into it. Not sure yet.
J.D. Lasica: Identity in the Age of Cloud Computing. Really good cloud computing primer. I am very into cloud services these days, working on some Amazon Web Services stuff, thinking about business models. Lasica does a great job with a summation of
Old Boy: Highly demented Korean revenge flick. Highly demented. Fight scene with a claw hammer is pretty unforgettable.
Songs from the Second Floor: Swedish weirdness. Like a two hour television commercial with very pale people
Star Trek: digging the Spock emphasis, I mean, seriously, when Spock gets the girl, pointy eared paste eaters everywhere got a lift.
Loves of a Blonde: Milos Forman, pretty funny Czech flick about factory workers behind the Iron Curtain looking for men. This bedroom scene was pretty awesome.
Monday 5.18: Cotuit
Tuesday 5.19: Personal day
Wed-Thur 5.20-21: Morrisville, NC
Friday-Sun: 5.22-24: Cotuit, Memorial Day
Next travel – Morrisville after Memorial Day, New York to speak at Conversational Media Summit June 1-2. San Diego early June. China early June.