It should be beautiful this Sunday in Cambridge, Massachussetts: a brisk morning followed by a warm, sunny afternoon, the few clouds serving to further accentuate the blue of the late-summer sky, the new and returning students milling about the Harvard campus and the city streets, the mood one of optimism and renewed purpose, a mood mixed with the inevitable melancholy of the quickly approaching fall. It will be a Sunday to spend outdoors, to revel in one of those precious jewel-like days with which we are occasionally gifted in September, evanescent moments in time that seem to sing gently to us of hope, of possibility, of joy, even of what some might term Grace.

Or you could just come to the Harvard Coop at 2pm and meet me and hear me read from my book, which would be far more interesting. From the Boston Phoenix: Sunday picks.