Our Saturday
Apr. 2nd, 2006 12:00 amEarly this morning we drove up to Boston to spend the day with my parents, my nephew, and my niece.
We went to the final Classical Cartoon Festival at the Boston Symphony Orchestra. It's the final one, because the station that sponsers it, WCRB, has been sold; the new owners will not retain the classical format.
The Festival featured classic Loony Toons cartoons, particularly those which used classical music.
With WCRB gone, Boston no longer has a 24-hour classical music station. And that really sucks. Incidentally, the station was making money, but the new owners, Greater Media, will be changing the format; they may do some sort of sub-channel HD classical broadcast (whatever that means), but the odds are that the station, which has been classical since 1950 and has a half-million listeners, will be instead pumping out Top-40 shit - because, of course, there's such a crying shortage of that sort of music on the air these days.
Sorry, I'm bitter.
Anyway, here are some photos:

The Christian Science cathedral.

The best shot I've got of the screen. Those classic old cartoons were wonderful - I wish someplace would show them every weekend! Sebastian loved them.
The BSO was hellishly crowded, though, so after a while we left and headed over to Lars Andersen Park. I've been going there since I was smaller than Sebastian; there's a day we spent flying a kite that I can still remember as clearly as though it were yesterday.
It's a beautiful place.


Over the hill, the view is spectacular. Can you see the city rising up in the distance?
Sebastian went crazy for that hill. He rolled and rolled down it, and eventually...well, here's a short video (less than 1.2 MB):
Sebastian Rolls...
After a while the weather, which had been utterly lovely, suddenly turned very threatening; dark clouds swept over the horizon and were overhead within fifteen minutes. The rain began to spatter, and then pour. We were, of course, a long way from the car, and on the wrong side of a very steep hill.
As we headed up and back, a hawk of some kind soared low and perched in a nearby tree. I couldn't resist trying to take a shot, although it was already raining moderately hard:

The wind was blasting so hard that the bird was nearly blown out of the tree. The three of us had lagged behind everyone else, so we fought the elements and headed back through the wind and the rain. It was fun!
And that was our day.
We went to the final Classical Cartoon Festival at the Boston Symphony Orchestra. It's the final one, because the station that sponsers it, WCRB, has been sold; the new owners will not retain the classical format.
The Festival featured classic Loony Toons cartoons, particularly those which used classical music.
With WCRB gone, Boston no longer has a 24-hour classical music station. And that really sucks. Incidentally, the station was making money, but the new owners, Greater Media, will be changing the format; they may do some sort of sub-channel HD classical broadcast (whatever that means), but the odds are that the station, which has been classical since 1950 and has a half-million listeners, will be instead pumping out Top-40 shit - because, of course, there's such a crying shortage of that sort of music on the air these days.
Sorry, I'm bitter.
Anyway, here are some photos:

The Christian Science cathedral.

The best shot I've got of the screen. Those classic old cartoons were wonderful - I wish someplace would show them every weekend! Sebastian loved them.
The BSO was hellishly crowded, though, so after a while we left and headed over to Lars Andersen Park. I've been going there since I was smaller than Sebastian; there's a day we spent flying a kite that I can still remember as clearly as though it were yesterday.
It's a beautiful place.


Over the hill, the view is spectacular. Can you see the city rising up in the distance?
Sebastian went crazy for that hill. He rolled and rolled down it, and eventually...well, here's a short video (less than 1.2 MB):
Sebastian Rolls...
After a while the weather, which had been utterly lovely, suddenly turned very threatening; dark clouds swept over the horizon and were overhead within fifteen minutes. The rain began to spatter, and then pour. We were, of course, a long way from the car, and on the wrong side of a very steep hill.

As we headed up and back, a hawk of some kind soared low and perched in a nearby tree. I couldn't resist trying to take a shot, although it was already raining moderately hard:

The wind was blasting so hard that the bird was nearly blown out of the tree. The three of us had lagged behind everyone else, so we fought the elements and headed back through the wind and the rain. It was fun!
And that was our day.