I’ll be putting up a few items on the Virtual Assignment Desk for next week. If you register at the WorcesterActivist site, you can update this as well. Hint hint.
If you don’t have a blog but want to report on something, let me know and I’ll post it here. Also, please feel free to send in nominations for “What I Learned from Blogs This Week.” I tend to collect news-ish items during the week, but please let me know if I’ve missed anything of note.
Contests & Other Publicity
Worcester Mag’s Best of Worcester has a category for Best Local Blog. Vote Wormtown Taxi early and often! (Also, Albert Southwick for best columnist!)
Ever wanted to be on 508? Let them know and you can see them on Saturday!
Buddha Hut/VegWorcester event on Saturday.
There’s an opening on the Worcester Cultural Commission. If you’ve wanted to be a cultural impresario, now might be your chance!
Worcester Historical Museum clothing swap Saturday.
What I Learned This Week
Sam’s Club is moving next to Wal-mart. But you already knew that.
Jeremy liveblogged the Council Meeting and pointed us to some great videos. (And Welcome to the Club is one of the best albums ever.)
Who needs ombudsmen? Here’s some praise and lots of criticism for the local daily.
Tracy on school changes, state aid, and an FY12 funding cliff.
Could Google Fiber for Communities be a possibility in Worcester?
Jeff discusses the big stink, an update on WooTube, Grafton Town Meeting liveblogging, and a summary of award winners.
Three more reasons to read Unfashionable Sentiments.
Paulie evaluates Elm Park ice skating and the WCG project on Piedmont Street. (At Worcester Mag on Tap last week, Tim and I were talking about how much we both loved Paulie’s blog; Tim for the use of “ah” in words like “cornah” and “wintah”, Nicole for the extreme usage of italics and colors.)
Lee had a great post about blogging and parental support.
Dave Goldberg has a new post up, and there’s another blog I need to add to my feed reader.
Stitches, needles, guns, pillow fights, Honest Man, birch beer, inspirational thoughts.
The big storm that wasn’t.
Telegram.comment of the week
I didn’t really get what Clive was talking about with “mall schools”, but I think we can all understand this sentiment:
SAVE THE CHILDREN GET RID OF THE MALL —sports
The Week in Tirella
We’re going to have an official Nicole, Worcester contest. The first person who can find a column or blog post penned by Rosalie Tirella that is free of spelling mistakes, major grammatical errors, and profanity will get either a can of Tab or a pocket dictionary. (We can have Rose decide what the prize should be.)
This week has been a boon for ICT fans. I think most of us can actually agree with her on this post, though I wasn’t aware that my favorite city councilor had spent a significant amount of time in India in her majesty’s service.
This really confused me; she takes JOB to task for supporting the mega pool at Crompton Park, but then says that “ICT supports the Crompton Park plan.” Um, ok.
I know some of you wanted me to talk about the latest (well, rehashed) insults towards Allen Fletcher. (This is the part where I once again disclose that my husband knows Fletcher in real — not Facebook — life, and that what I am about to say may be colored by the kindness Fletcher has shown my husband.) Allen Fletcher has likely never needed to work a day in his life. Instead of just using his trust fund to buy the latest in beret fashions, he chose to come back to this city and bankroll an alternative weekly for many years. He chose to live in a former school, not in a mansion in a gated community (or historic district). He devotes a significant amount of time and resources to preserving open spaces and improving a neighborhood with a lot of potential. And he chooses to wave and smile at Rose when many of us would have taken out a restraining order years ago. All of this speaks more to his character than any of my words could.
I would also like to comment on her insults toward the kids who frequent the Palladium. First of all, I don’t know if Rosalie has noticed the renovations were made to a former movie theater in Federal Square, but there’s at least one old-ish group playing at the Hanover. Second, those goth-looking, Cannibal Corpse-listening kids were some of the only people who spoke to me during my freshman year of high school. Don’t judge people by the color of their fingernails. They’re supporting one of the few downtown businesses whose economic situation I’m not remotely concerned about; the Palladium has identified a client base, is able to attract pretty big acts, and seems committed to all-ages shows. Then again, maybe Rose’s real problem with the Palladium is that they don’t have a monkey that moons passers-by.