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My Commute

Time for some more pics! Its gorgeous here in the summer, and I'm also cheap so my commute is a 20 minute walk from my house to MIT. Unfortunate exercise aside, it's actually quite a pleasant walk. While I try to vary my route on the way back home, this is the path I generally stumble down in the not-so-early morning.


Flower shop and random bits of street.
 Super awesome pie shop and fire station mural.
 One of many random old towers that Cambridge/Somerville seems to love.
 Hipster bar Lord Hobo, and a physical store for Edible Arrangements (wtf?)
 Bus that I should have been riding on if I wasn't so damn green.
 One of many slick biotech firm buildings. So slick.
 Trees!
McGovern Brain Research building.
Stata Center. So. Much. Whimsy.
Whimsy, etc.
Cancer research center, and my building in the background.
 Stairs stairs stairs. Reading room, no pipes allowed.
 My corner of the lab, and my sexy index finger.


A virtual tour, fun for all ages. Also, bonus points for my first drunk post! A++, will drink again!

Cheers,

Bryan
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  1. trevorsmithAugust 9, 2011 at 4:46 AM

    This commute looks quite fun! This was a fun blog to read with all the pics but I am also a sucker for picture books. I am a bit childish at nature if you can't tell already...

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