I’m spending the summer in Cambridge, interning for the Berkman Center for Internet and Society. Today I went to the office for the first time, met the 30-something other interns and started putting faces with names.
That was all good, and I’m excited about starting more concrete projects with the OpenNet Initiative and the Internet & Democracy Project tomorrow.
But then I tried to walk home.
(Note: I am terrible with directions. Sometimes things work out, and I end up finding a metro station that can get me back home (see: St. Petersburg, New York). Other times, I end up fending off the persistent attentions of a motorcycle taxi driver named Edward.)
The walk from my apartment to Berkman is simple:
Apartment to Berkman: the easy way
But in the interest of exploring the area, I decided to hit up Porter Square (the closest metro stop) on the way home:
Berkman to apartment: exploring
I made it to Porter Square, but then I failed. Miserably:
#fail, or: How I got home
Conway Playground is when I finally stopped and called someone for directions.
Until now, I’ve been vehemently opposed to getting an iPhone: they’re pretty, yes, but something about the clunky, wifi-devoid simplicity of my basic Samsung (or, may it rest in peace, my beloved Nokia 3310) appeals to me: I’m not constantly tied to my e-mail, it’s not expensive to replace, and it does — or at least did, until today — everything I need it to do.
But now that I live in a city that’s not laid out in a beautifully designed grid (barring Broadway and everything below 14th Street), I’m reconsidering. Internet: I think I want an iPhone.
(Related: Ethan Zuckerman’s ode to the retro mobile phone
, including the Nokia 1100
(which I use when I’m in Uganda) and its “integrated sewer avoidance system.”)