Kristina Kehrer


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Doing my best to capture the heart, soul, and essence of people, who then get to shine brightly on Cambridge Community Television. This in turn fills me with a great joy and satisfaction. I have lived many incarnations in Cambridge, Mass since 1986.

Stories by Kristina Kehrer

The “NOT ART” guy is just as paradoxical as the stencil messaging he leaves around the urban landscape. Question: are these temporary, or lasting moments of urban decay, ART or NOT ART? Can you find the beauty in the discarded, the irrelevant, the crumbling and/or the ironic?

The centripetal force of the “The Pit,” located on the corner of Dunster and Massachusetts Avenue in Harvard Square is a legendary gathering place for kids of all kinds, and from all places.

In polite society, we refer to this community of rebellious, disenfranchised, homeless, and sometimes “poser” youth as “Pit Kids,” but they call themselves “Pit Rats.”

My interviewee was late to the Winthrop Square Park in Harvard Square, so I took up conversation with a busking musician. The conversation turned to the omnipresent topic du jour: the over-development and massive landscape changes in Cambridge, and the loss of longstanding, beloved businesses.

That is when the busking musician broke the news to me that Berk’s Shoes at 50 JFK St. was closing its doors forever, on this very day. I rushed right over.

Kemp Harris is a local musician who has lived in Cambridge since 1978. He has an extensive bio that includes: acting, composing, teaching, and writing. We had a long conversation, which included all the hot button issues locally and nationally: over-development, gentrification, and racism in America, but it is the music and artfulness of Harris that I chose to focus on. He is a Cambridge gem and a link to what I feel is the “old Cambridge.”

In the battle between Uber X and Taxis, doing the right thing should not be based on which service or business model is considered better according to personal preference, but on what creates a level playing field for both businesses to strive, succeed, or fail of their own accord.

Cambridge, Mass is losing the battle of overdevelopment, gentrification, and greed. What used to be a small, manageable city with a creative, spiritual, progressive center is now becoming a cold, crowded, callous city of immeasurable wealth. Some people are fine with it, but others, whose voices barely register, are not. 

I missed all the online outrage about Kim Kardashian being on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine, but I did suffer my own indignation when I received that particular issue in my mailbox. It also happened to be my re-subscription issue. I pulled the plastic wrapping off the magazine and what lay hidden behind the “please re-subscribe” envelope were two ginormous bosoms, which made me feel as though I had just opened Hustler magazine.

Like many Cantabrigians these days, I have a new neighbor. His name is Mitchell Hall and when I met him, I incorrectly guessed English or Australian. Nope. New Zealander.

Up to this point, I only knew a few things about New Zealand: I’ve always heard that it is better than Australia, the Flight of the Conchords are from there, and so is the band OMC known for their 1996 hit “How Bizarre.”

On June 18, 2015 the King Open/Cambridge Street Upper Schools and Wellington-Harrington neighborhood came together in feast, fun, and festivities to give a final farewell to the King Open school complex, which includes the Valente Library and the Gold Star Pool.

I had no intention of covering Boston Pride this year. I just wanted to do my favorite thing in the world: sit on the hard, concrete steps at Boston City Plaza watching bands and people, especially those who strolled unwittingly onto the plaza and caught sight of - what may have been their first - a man in nothing more than glitter and a thong.