Today in Harvard Square

This line started small on Tuesday and now has grown to about 4 blocks long snaking it’s way down Church Street. Why are they waiting in line for days on end? Sneakers go on sale Saturday.

A little past the line headed up Brattle Street I ran into this kiosk:

There’s no sign stating what it is so you have to hunt through the cards to find this:

From Wicked Local Cambridge:

Question: where do you go to find out if Santa is real? For reassurance in true love after a rough break-up? To find out why there is so much hatred in the world?

Answer: Harvard Square, where on June 14 Cambridge artist Johnny Monsarrat unveiled his Wheel of Questions/Wheel of Answers project’s new public venue, along with the hopes of breaking a world record for the most written questions answered in a year. The wheel will remain outside the Citibank at Brattle Square until October.

“Ministers, therapists…they help about a dozen people a day,” said Monsarrat, as black and red clad folk dancers from Belmont group Red Herring Morris performed as part of a recent unveiling ceremony. “I want to help 100.”

Partnered with a yet-to-be-revealed beer company, Monsarrat plans to answer at least 10,000 community questions posted on his “Tibetan prayer wheel” by the end of 2009.

So come to Harvard Square if you want to stand in a ridiculously long line for tennis shoes or if you want to see what Google would be like as a kiosk.

The Dalai Lama in Harvard Square

I know that he’s in the square because I almost got hit by his motorcade as it was dropping him off at The Charles Hotel. I was walking to JFK park to read (halfway through The Kindly Ones fyi) and about to cross the street when a motorcycle cop told me to stop (the walk light was green but I failed to notice Ponch stopping all traffic because I was on the cell to Mrs. C). I stepped back onto the sidewalk and a parade of motorcycle cops and black SUV’s with the Dalai Lama in one rushed by to The Chuck. I told Mrs. C that I had to go because the Dalai Lama had just almost run me down and I wanted to use my cellphone to get some pictures to which she replied “You don’t have to insult me by making up stupid stories if you don’t want to finish this conversation.”

Here’s a picture of people standing outside greeting the Lama as he goes into the hotel. I didn’t get a better picture because I was too busy trying to make up a more plausible story to Mrs. C as the Lama was fleeing the scene. (This guy is always running from something)