Word: rocke
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...more hair-raising adventures, take advantage of outdoor rock climbing at the Hammond Pond Reservation (Hammond Pond Pkwy., Newton; T: Chesnut Hill). With its awesome geology, including the famed puddingstone, Hammond Pond offers everything from beginner climbs to the toughest "Breakfast of Champions." Though the beginning of the climb might let you forget that you are in an urban metropolis, the views of Bloomie's and the Chesnut Hill Cinema at the top will...
...Bring the party indoors at the Boston Rock Gym (78 Olympia Ave., Woburn; (781) 935-7325; Monday, Wednesday and Friday 4 p.m. to 10 p.m., Tuesday and Thursday noon-10 p.m., Saturday and Sunday 10 a.m. to 7 p.m.; required three-hour lesson Saturday and Sunday at 9 a.m., $55 including gear; parental waiver required for under 18; accessible by commuter line; call for directions). 14,000 square feet of indoor rock climbing. Faint of heart need not enter. Overhangs, arrets, clacks and the bouldering cave will challenge all thrill-seekers looking for a boost of adrenaline and a good...
...ride the green line for a Zen experience. The Museum of Fine Arts Boston has a Zen rock garden (465 Huntington Ave., Boston; 267-9300), a perfectly serene spot to clear your mind. Better than the backyard of your favorite Beni-hana, this elegant Zen rock garden encourages quiet rumination without acid-reflux. Get there soon because the garden in only opened seasonally...
...organic feel, with little of the machine-like velocity and crushing density of Spiral. Reznor leaves breaks in the sonic wall this time, allowing the songs to breathe. He drives home a subtle message of uplift by filling the open spaces with soft, surprising textures rarely found in rock: cellos, violins, a ukulele here and there, and a tinkling piano--many of those played by Reznor himself, who also does most of the singing...
Reznor is far from defanged. He relishes his stance as a rock outsider. "I still feel like I don't fit in anywhere," he says. He insists that his role will always be cartographer of the murkier depths of the mind. "I'll always feel a passion for what's behind the door." And he remains a trenchant critic of the record business and the "sound-alike, look-alike meaningless music" that rules today's pop but saps its relevance. He has bigger targets too: America's gun culture and the finger pointing of Washington moralists who blamed musicians...