Bobob reports:

I was walking in the Davis Square area and saw a man from a industrial cleaning company dumping his cleaning waste down the street sewer from his van -- it was pretty stinky. I'm assuming this is illegal because when he saw me he packed up his truck and took off in a hurry. ...

Bobbob hasn't taken the T regularly for three years now, so wonders if the following sight is unusual:

... [T]here were two very buff, swat-team style cops with large guns -- I don't know my guns, but this sure wasn't a handgun, it extended about the length of his torso. Is this a new thing? Have there been military style police riding the rails for a while now? I opted to take the next train but the other passengers seemed less surprised.

Amazingly, JP Beat got a photo of two T SWATters at Back Bay station this morning, and they don't look like they're about to order him to the ground and rip the memory card out of his camera.

Maybe they were too busy looking for this evil dude.

Mike Mennonno reports he's now gone to Mr. Crepe in Davis Square enough to conclude that it is staffed entirely by grumpy people:

... [N]o human kindness escapes any of them. At least not towards me. And they have trained me not to attempt to show any myself by answering my innocent smiles with glares, or by returning my "good morning" with a brittle "can I take your order?" ...

Plus, they shed eyelashes on the crepes.

Spaz_i_mota wonders about the smelly guy now inhabiting the platform at Davis station:

... I'm not looking for snide remarks, its obvious he is homeless, but to be honest, and potentially non-pc, the smell of urine is really potent down there. I have noticed that he keeps to himself and really doesn't interact with anyone.

I'm not expecting someone, to offer him a place to shower, but how does this get addressed in terms of the MBTA? Is it allowed as long as he gets through the gates? ...

Back in December, somebody with a Sharpie modified the historic timeline display at Davis Station to include "Native Americans, wholly mammoths." Christina J. Hodge, MA, PhD, RPA, senior curatorial assistant, Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology, Harvard University and a research fellow in the Department of Archaeology, Boston University, places this act of consciousness-raising defiance in its proper milieu with a detailed post (complete with footnotes):

... My gaze tended to slide over the Davis timeline because it was static, familiar, of the background; dangerous and powerful qualities (Miller 2005:5). I did not engage actively with it until after it was graffitied. I acknowledge the graffiti authors for bringing my attention to the installation and for amending it. They inspired me to bring professional agendas more critically to bear on everyday praxis. Whether we recognize it or not, we all engage in a physically- and textually-mediated dialogues with the writing on the wall.

Via MetaBoston.

Coyote spotted down by Powder House Park.

The Somerville News reports:

The prairie wolf eluded police and animal control officers as he ran through the Max Pak site, Highland Road and Boston Avenue.

Spatch reports he has not seen his cat, Abbie, since Sunday:

... I don't want to lose the big guy so soon. This is killing me inside and I feel absolutely helpless from behind this desk. I've contacted animal control and nearby vets and agencies. Nobody's brought in a throw rug yet. It's rainy and shitty outside. He won't be going anywhere for a while if it's a safe space from that orange cat and his friends. I don't want ANYTHING right now except to have my buddy back. Come back, buddy. You're the best goddamn cat in the world and you don't deserve to be miserable right about now.

Spatch answers the question that vexed inbound commuters at Davis Square this morning: How the hell did trains keep heading outbound to Alewife when only one train came from Alewife this morning?

... The real explanation is that there is a freak rift in the time-space continuum in the train tunnel and it is centered directly underneath the northbound tracks. Trains travelling northbound don't actually reach Alewife, you see, for they fall through the rift and end up in the lair of an ancient Eldritch horror so arcane and powerful that the mere sight of its full name will cause any mere mortal being's head to explode. ...

McIntyre and Moore to close in April; owners hope to re-open somewhere else, in a smaller space.

It's that simple, really; Boloco owner John Pepper explains the situation and answers every last person on Davis Square LiveJournal who posted why they never eat there.