Robots and Reggae part 2

I promised an update on my exciting Friday night. The robot contest at MIT turned out to be just an MIT class that was also a kind of microcosm of the DARPA Grand Challenge. Autonomous robots send shivers down my spine, whether they have to pick up golf balls and throw them in a football goal or traverse 150 miles of the Mojave Desert ALL BY THEMSELVES. The only thing missing was combat of some kind. The reggae that followed was actually live hip-hop at well-hidden nightclub in Cambridge (Massachusetts) called the Western Front. Can't recommend it enough. One of the rappers had a baseball cap that said "617", the Boston area code. If anyone knows where to get one, let me know. That is ueber-cool.