Plenty of big companies – from Google to Earthlink – have tried setting up citywide Wi-Fi networks and failed. San Francisco-based Meraki, a wireless company spun off of a research project at MIT, is taking a different tack.
Within the offices of the Passim Center on Church Street, the ’60s folk music revival is alive and well. Photographs of Joan Baez crowd the walls. A framed, unpublished Bob Dylan poem memorializes a local, late-night writing frenzy. Jim Field from the ’60s bluegrass band Charles River Valley Boys stops in to “drop off his bags” before taking a walk around Harvard Square. And Betsy Siggins, the 69-year-old artistic director, keeps a sign in her entranceway that reads: “Hippies use side door.”
A voracious reader and zealous book collector, Jeff Mayersohn always harbored the fantasy of retiring from his hectic high-tech career and owning a bookstore.
She has a smaller brain than the average student on campus, but like many of the would-be MBAs at Harvard Business School, she’s driven – and refuses to let anyone dissuade her from what she wants.
If the Car Talk Guys, local live music, and the promise of fried dough aren’t enough to move your feet to Harvard Square’s annual Oktoberfest on Sunday, at least go to see the “World’s Longest Sofa.” No, really.
Harvard Book Store, which had been for sale since last spring, was sold yesterday to a married couple from Wellesley who say they intend to change very little about the place.
Tomorrow, every corner of France will burst with joy to celebrate the anniversary of Bastille Day, the 1789 storming of the notorious prison at the beginning of the French Revolution. Today, as it has for the last six years, Holyoke Street in Cambridge will turn into a French village for those who cannot go home for the anniversary or for …
Everyone is entitled to be an architectural critic, especially of one’s own environment. Since I studied and worked at Harvard for almost half a century, this is theI have a list of its buildings that I believe should be taken down immediately. If not sooner. They despoil both the skyscape and the landscape, most of them brutally fulfilling the threat inherent in their style, i.e., the “brutish” style.
A lot of people never thought they would see a final sale at the venerable F.B. Hubley Auction Galleries. It did conduct its last sale, however, and the June 4 auction marked the end of an era. It also denoted the end of antiques row, a several-block area in the shadow of Harvard Square that was once filled with dealers and auctioneers.
Saturday was “Make Music Cambridge!”, an outdoor music festival type event in which performers are interspersed on the streets around Harvard Square throughout the day – kind of like every day here in New York, except I think these artists got paid. Anyway, having heard good things about Cambridge in general, I wandered over there and discovered a little taste of Minnesota in Massachusetts.