Day 938: Let us read between the lines

Here’s a line that appeared in my line of sight yesterday, through a restaurant window in Harvard Square (a stop on the Red Line of the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Association, lined up with Harvard University):

In case you’re having trouble reading between those lines, the main line says

Lettuce read beetween the limes

… a line I read as a triple pun. While I enjoy lines with puns, I would draw the line at two.

Nevertheless, I appreciated reading that line yesterday, because I read it as an invitation to pay attention and go deeper, especially if all meanings are not immediately obvious.

Harvard Square is an excellent place to practice reading between the lines, because

  • It’s a square, so there are at least four lines,
  • Many of the architectural lines have been around for centuries, and
  • Many of the lines you hear spoken there are smart, deep, and complicated, so there’s plenty of meaning between the lines, waiting to be read.

Lettuce see if there are any lines in yesterday’s photos we can read beetween.


That’s  the first photo I lined up yesterday, while I was walking around with my 17-year-old son, Aaron. I don’t have to read between the lines to know that Aaron prefers me to not snap photos when I’m in his line of sight, but he was okay with my lining up that one. How would you read between the lines there?


Those lines were okay with Aaron, too. How might you read between them?


At this point, I started reading between the lines without Aaron, who was meeting his long-time friend Cameron for a birthday party between the lines in Harvard Square. How would you read between those lines?


In the 1970s, I saw comedian Robert Klein perform his stand-up routine two nights in a row at that club. How would you read between those lines?

Here are two shots I took through the windows of the Harvard Coop:


Any lines to read between there?


In a direct line with the Beat Hotel, I encountered this guy, playing impressive beats and lines on a keyboard, with a line of people listening:



How might you read between those lines?

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Here are more lines I saw yesterday, ready for reading between:


  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
You might read between the lines of those photos and conclude that I bought a cookie in Harvard Square yesterday. I did not. Instead, I read between the lines of my craving for sweets and came up with a new diet plan. For as long as I can hold the line on this, I shall mindfully indulge only my sense of smell around delicious cookies, candies, and other things that usually are on a direct line between my brain and my tummy.

Reading between the lines of that last paragraph: I want to look great for my high school reunion in September, so I’ll be smelling cookies, not eating them.

Any readings between those lines?

Now I need to read between the musical  lines and leave a good enough  song between the lines of this post.

Here‘s one of the tunes that a self-loving creature was playing yesterday on the keyboard, between the lines of Harvard Square:

It’s time to finish the lines of this post, so I can read between the lines spoken by people seeking therapy support in my office.

Between-the-lines thanks to my son, to Harvard Square, to Rick James, and to you — of course! — for reading this between other lines you choose, today.

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44 thoughts on “Day 938: Let us read between the lines

  1. Debbie Terman

    May I offer a small correction? MBTA is the abbreviation for Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority (rather than Transit Association).

    • Thank you for reading between the lines and catching that error, Debbie. I shall now read between the lines this way: you must still be reading my blog (which makes me very happy).

      • Debbie Terman

        Yes, I still read the lines of your blog (though not necessarily between them) every day. 🙂

  2. So much to figure out between the lines here Ann! Between you and me … and the lines it looks like a fun day!

  3. Your blog is “wicked smaaht”. Love the crimson doors, and warm cookies by 3 a.m….hmmmm. By the way, that bear is a super freak. ☺

  4. Here is what I read between the lines – one could eat themselves into a coma of sweetness late into the night and without having to go anywhere (never heard of catered sundaes) – brilliant!!!!

  5. Every time I hear about Harvard Square I think of Click & Clack of Car Talk and how much joy they still bring to my Saturday mornings in spite of Tom Magliozzi no longer being with us. Their constant insistence that they know nothing and that their advice was worthless, if not dangerous, still encourages us to read between the lines. As does one of my favorite jokes: Robert Klein’s bit about his father gauging the amount of time you had to wait before swimming depending on what you’d eaten. Tuna salad? Thirty-five minutes. Peanut butter and jelly? An hour. Franks and beans? Three days. I may have it a bit wrong because I’m quoting entirely from memory, but I hope you’ll read between the lines. Robert Klein’s blues may not compare to the stylings of Rick James, but my earliest memory of him is this wonderful bit from Saturday Night Live.

    • “Franks and beans? You can never go in again!” And I know what that bit from Saturday Night Live is, Christopher, even though I’m at work and I can’t take the time to check it out now. How do I know? I can read between the lines.

    • Because I can’t stop my brain (much like Robert Klein can’t stop his leg), I’m now thinking that the actual line is “Franks and beans? You can’t go in all year!”

  6. There could be alot of reading between the lines in this post, but I will choose the man holding the keyboard playing bear’s hand to read between the lines that he liked it.

    • I read between those lines the same way, Lisa. Thank you, as always, for dropping a lovely line here today.

  7. Leturos

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  8. I’m feeling quite dizzy with all those lines, but I love the Stay Safe posters.

  9. Maureen

    You look great already, Ann. 🙂

    I’m guessing that Aaron is heading for Harvard. Am I somewhere within the lines with that guess?

    • Thank you for that complimentary line, Maureen. Who knows if Aaron is heading on a line toward Harvard? Time will tell.

  10. I’d line up to read your lines! Does the cookie place deliver to Atlanta? 😦

    • I am flattered by your first line, Kim. Insomnia Cookies is on-line and here are some lines of good news:

      Atlanta – Coming Soon!

      930 Spring Street NW
      Atlanta GA, 30309

  11. Bloody great that’s all I got as I have forgotten what the post was about, this I blame on getting a phone call that distracted me and I can’t be bothered to go back and reread the post so all I am going to say is bloody great, as I am sure it would have been

    • The post was about lines, Joanne, and I dropped those lines this morning, so I’m not bloody sure at this point, either.

  12. Maureen

    Adams house is very small and that brick tower is very tall. Are there stories to go with them, for why they are in your post?

    • I appreciate your wanting to read between the lines, Maureen.

      That entrance of Adams House looks very small, but the house — like all the houses where Harvard undergraduates live — is very large. One of the towers (in the photo with the signs on the ground and the port-o-potty) is Lowell House, another undergraduate house. (They call them houses at Harvard, not dorms.) The other tower-y building, which looks like it has a face — and which appears in several shots — is the Harvard Lampoon. Behind the Harvard Lampoon — in the photo where it first appears — is another tall tower. That is the tower of a church where I sang once, in a chorus. Because that church was on the corner of Bow and Arrow Street I used to think of that church as The William Tell Church, but that was a line I made up.

      Do any of these lines make sense? Sometimes it’s complicated to try to read between the lines.

      One more thing. The PBS kid’s show “Between the Lions” took place in a library building which — according to the opening credits — looks a lot like the Harvard Lampoon.

      • Thank you for this interesting information. It helps me see your photos in a much richer way.

        I was briefly at Harvard once on a very very hot day, while visiting one of my kids who was at MIT. I loved Harvardness but the heat chased me away. I’d love to go back in cooler weather.

      • Please come back. Harvard is a very cool place.

  13. “Between the Lines”, a song by Janis Ian, popular in the 1970’s for her hit “At Seventeen”. What memories! Live on 04/18/76 – at the Capitol Theatre in Passaic, NJ

  14. That is the coolest teddy bear ever!

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  16. Difference between East and the South, Plan B would never be advertised so blatantly! Great pictures, good luck on the cookie fast! 🙂

  17. Reading between the lines is often a necessary art of oppressed people.

  18. The most immortal pun has to me the name of a certain 60s pop group. (it’s taken me two days to work on that one)

  19. be, not me

  20. the first one, that is 🙂

  21. I hope the Pac-Man route of the Insomniac Cookie driver doesn’t go down the closed-for-construction road, Ann. That’s an intersection between the two photos, I think.

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