Sometime during the dismal winter from hell, I heard that my favorite band ever – Rush – was doing a tour to mark their 40th anniversary. Although the show was months away, I told Michael that tickets to R40 were pretty much THE perfect birthday present for someone who’s also turning 40. And because he’s the best ever, he not only made that happen, but he made sure to get comfy club seats for the occasion.
I spent my Tuesday evening having my mind blown, again. Just like the last time I saw Rush, I don’t even really have words for what an amazing experience it is. They say they won’t tour again; there’s also rumors that they will. I hope it’s not the last time I get to see these virtuosos work their musical magic on a laser-lit stage. But if it is, as my husband put it, I could be content with what I’ve seen, because that show was BREATHTAKING in its awesomeness. Just… wow.
(For fellow Rush fans – and posterity – a setlist is at the end of the post.)
And the belated-birthday fun didn’t begin or end with the epic show (though it certainly could have – seriously, what a show!). After weaving our way through the hordes leaving the Garden, we stopped in Quincy Market for a nightcap and a delicious flatbread pizza dotted with prosciutto and figs. The evening began with, among other things, a dozen of my favorite bivalves, at a cute little joint called Rabia’s, in the North End.
I’ve spent the past 2 years researching CRISPR-Cas systems in Enterococcus species. Since I’ve decided to stay on for a PhD (OH YES I HAVE), my focus will have to shift along with our new funding, and I’ll soon be working with oysters. Yep, oyster microbiology. Because there’s these nasty little bacteria you may have seen popping up in the news – Vibrio parahaemolyticus and Vibrio vulnificus, cousins of the bacterium that causes cholera – these bugs can kill the oysters and sicken the people who eat them.
(Also, if you have a sensitive stomach, do not Google V. vulnificus. It’s been nicknamed the “flesh-eating bacterium” for a reason.)
Anyway, I work with people who have sworn off eating the mollusks they study. I know others who steadfastly stick to the conventional wisdom of only eating oysters in “R” months (colder waters = fewer vibrios).
I, on the other hand, like to live dangerously and deliciously.
After all, throwing caution to the wind seems to be my MO. I see opportunities, and I think, “Why not?” Five years ago, I ditched my life, drove 900 miles to Boston with a pair of screaming cats in the backseat, and my crazy life has never been better. This latest opportunity became more and more tantalizing, the more I thought about it, even though it means a complete change of focus, and even though it also means that all of my work for the past 2 years “doesn’t count,” in a sense.
So, here’s to crazy new adventures – can’t wait to see where this takes my next 40 years!
Setlist for 6/23/2015 in Boston, MA: