flagrantly violating copyright for the sake of the brain

moxiegirl pointed out this Glob article from a few days ago. This gentleman, in his 80s, is a regular Globe correspondent. His wife died a year or so ago after a long battle with Alzheimer's. He writes an amazingly articulate and contextual account of what it's like to live with depression and attempt to treat it. He explains it well enough, for those who've never really experienced or understood it, to hopefully give them a glimpse into what goes on in these chemically-imbalanced brains.

Depression's darkness comes and goes without warning
By Donald M. Murray, Globe Correspondent | October 24, 2006

And then on a sunny day, having lunch with new friends and old, just after saying I was happier than I have ever been, I step on an elephant trap and tumble down into the blackness of despair, my arms and legs wildly reaching out in the hope of finding something to slow my fall.

( I play the faker game for the rest of the lunch... )

escaped from the davis square community

They're painting the bare concrete in the Davis Square T station while they go 'round installing the Charlie Card machines. This morning they'd already painted the short walls overlooking the train platforms from the mezzanine, and were working on the walls over the escalators on the College Avenue entrance. It looks as if now everything that's not brick will be painted industrial gunmetal gray.

How wonderful for the T! What a great use of money, manpower and resources! I mean, what with all the Davis station's problems -- continually broken escalators, leaking ceilings, fire alarms which may or may not be in use -- it's nice to see that the T thinks the highest priority right now, besides installing the Charlie Card machines, is putting a coat of industrial gray paint over concrete that's been around for nearly 25 years now without needing a coat of paint before.

Bra-vo!