[Handpicked: October 2016]

Falling for fall means taking advantage of the last opportunity you’ll have to explore and walk freely around Boston. As you know, we’ve done some spooky strolls, but let’s take that a little further and keep exploring past the usual places [read: BU] and into new neighborhoods.

img_2788Algiers Coffee House, Mint Coffee

It was a rainy day when Eesha and I decided to go to Davis Square. A friend of mine from home was hosting a private screening for his new film at the Somerville Theatre, so we were prepared to wander around Cambridge for the rest of the day. To match the surrealist film, and some really cool vibes that I won’t describe because I don’t want to spoil the movie, we went back to Harvard Square for the mint coffee (bright green!) at Algiers. Very, very satisfying and warm and green. Just wanted to remind you that this coffee was green and absolutely delicious. Green Eggs & Ham & Mint Coffee seems appropriate. Like it was really that green. Now that we’ve solidified it was green, it is also worth recalling that it was very very delicious. Who said something green couldn’t be yummy? Brussels sprouts everywhere, rejoice.

dsc_0902Babson College

This month, my sorority celebrated its 146th Founders Day, which warrants a reunion of all the Kappas in the area. We rotate between Harvard, Babson, and Northeastern hosting Founders Day each year, and this year was Babson’s turn. My first time going to Wellesley, I panicked when I saw Babson. {It. Is. Beautiful.} It’s a scene out of a New England catalog, like when you’re trying to explain that the little towns are basically Gilmore Girls but one state over. It was a nice afternoon, hearing from alumnae and active members alike about our accomplishments in the Boston area, and then walking back outside to some beautiful trees and a very classic campus. Northeastern is pretty modern in comparison to college campuses nationwide, and considering my love for Cambridge, I do miss traditional architecture and design a fair amount of the time. Babson fulfilled my need to be on one of those campuses again for quite some time.

img_2992Tasca, Brighton

Bring on the pomegranate sangria. My summer roommate, Alison, has moved out to Brighton like a real adult and we needed to celebrate by meeting up in her neighborhood for tapas. Tasca is just down the street from her new digs, so we were excited to give it a try. As serious homebodies, it was quite the change from our Domino’s cheesy bread orders once a week. The tapas were incredible, unsurprisingly so, ranging from patatas fritas to homemade goat cheese empanadas with red pepper relish. And, I must repeat, pomegranate sangria. Pom·e·gran·ate sangria. I don’t even know if I did that right, I just needed the aesthetic pauses so you know just how great that pitcher was.

img_2944Coppa, South End

The dinners were real fancy this month. My big sisters/moms, Alexa and Sarah, asked to go to a nice fancy dinner just for fun.. Even though it was rainy, we made it over to the South End for Coppa, a gem from a Boston Mag list I’m trying to work my way through. There are never enough lists. Nothing but good reviews, and as we would learn, nothing but delicious Italian food. I prepared to think of a toast when Alexa and Sarah decided to toast to me; the dinner was a treat for all of the hard work I put into September and Panhellenic. Don’t worry, I’m still crying about it. We ordered small plates, appetizers, wine, entrees, and even dessert (you can’t avoid the lemon-ricotta donuts) and stayed over in the South End for a few hours. It just warmed my heart and was one of the most memorable dinners I’ve had in Boston.

img_2942The Breakbeat Poets: New American Poetry in the Age of Hip-Hop edited by Kevin Coval, Quraysh Ali Lansana, and Nate Marshall

I went to a live slam poetry reading from this collection of poems right on campus, listening to Kevin Coval and Angel Nafis in person. Wow, was that an experience. Angel, an incredibly talented poet, noted to us that reading the poetry is another necessary experience, even more so than listening to it, because you break the beats yourself as you read it, hear it, recite it aloud, and make something powerful and dynamic. I’ve been working my way through poems that bring me across the country and back, listening to voices that are creative with flow and breaks, that just keep me on my toes. It’s worth reading more than listening, according to one of its poets, so I’d recommend you give it a read or recitation in your room in front of the mirror too.

img_3074an evening with rupi kaur, Harvard University

Okay, so what if all of my Handpicked posts were about Rupi Kaur? I mean enough of them are. We know how much I admire her, so this month I was so ecstatic to be given the chance to hear her in person. At Harvard, on a cold and rainy night, I sat and listened to her read some of milk and honey and perform spoken word. Her voice is so soft, and powerful, that I felt lucky being in her presence. Feeling warm, again, and rejuvenated. Her voice gives me a lot of company and solace when I need it, like talking to someone who’s always been there for you. Hearing it aloud, I felt no different. Comforted, even in the rain, I went home feeling very sunny.

I know this one was late, but a lot has really been going on since I dwelled on how nice October was. Publishing this post today was a friendly reminder that life has been good, and will be good, despite recent events. Regardless, I’ll try to talk about them in the future. We’ll see. Until then, enjoy the rest of fall and the beginnings of a snowy (maybe? climate change?) winter.

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