Hello! A short and sweet post before diving into the week. Today is shaping up well. It's beautifully sunny but excitingly sunny for the first time. As a reward for this cold weather I got to wear one of my favorite shirts with those little holes for your thumbs in the sleeves (the kind that comes with the holes, not self made) As an added bonus, my favorite breakfast stand guy now knows my order without my having to say anything (he holds up one egg and grins while nodding and says "skim milk in your coffee?") All topping off a great weekend (I almost forgot to pull the fake spiderwebs off of my coat before leaving the house this morning.)
Hooray monday!
Monday, October 29, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
we are sorry for the delay, please be patient
(for an even BETTER post on a very similar subject that was written BEFORE this post you should all read Dan's blog here then you should all shame me for blatantly copying)
I hope you're not expecting much after a long hiatus. The problem is I let things bump around in my head for so long that by the time I get up the gumption to put it down in pixels it feels like there's nothing left to say. Sort of like being in an fuzzy, ambiguous relationship where you both keep saying that you "really should TALK" about it but by the time you gather your thoughts and your courage to do so if feels like everything's already been said.
Anyway, a puff piece to get me back on the blog train:
Speaking of train...
I feel like some community group must have gotten together and sued the MTA after the 2003 blackouts (when people were stuck in trains for hours) or something because now whenever there's a delay of even a few seconds the train operators are shockingly and sometimes jarringly specific about the delay. Yes, this is refreshing and my information obsessed brain appreciates it, but sometimes it's just too much. Usually the delay is pretty benign "We're sorry for the delay, there's a C train stopped ahead of us on the track, please be patient" but in the past few weeks I've heard "There is a medical emergency in the 4th car, we are waiting for emergency personnel", "There is a police action in the 1st car, we are waiting for the situation to be cleared", "There is a man standing on the tracks in front of the train, we are waiting for him to move".
I think how meta it must feel, for example, to be in the 1st car where the "police action" is happening. Watching the police storm in and surround whoever it is they are looking for, mentally calculating the chances of being hit by a stray bullet, and hearing an announcement at the same time "please be patient, there is a police action in the 1st car" as if the droning bored voice of the train operator is god on a very slow day.
I hope you're not expecting much after a long hiatus. The problem is I let things bump around in my head for so long that by the time I get up the gumption to put it down in pixels it feels like there's nothing left to say. Sort of like being in an fuzzy, ambiguous relationship where you both keep saying that you "really should TALK" about it but by the time you gather your thoughts and your courage to do so if feels like everything's already been said.
Anyway, a puff piece to get me back on the blog train:
Speaking of train...
I feel like some community group must have gotten together and sued the MTA after the 2003 blackouts (when people were stuck in trains for hours) or something because now whenever there's a delay of even a few seconds the train operators are shockingly and sometimes jarringly specific about the delay. Yes, this is refreshing and my information obsessed brain appreciates it, but sometimes it's just too much. Usually the delay is pretty benign "We're sorry for the delay, there's a C train stopped ahead of us on the track, please be patient" but in the past few weeks I've heard "There is a medical emergency in the 4th car, we are waiting for emergency personnel", "There is a police action in the 1st car, we are waiting for the situation to be cleared", "There is a man standing on the tracks in front of the train, we are waiting for him to move".
I think how meta it must feel, for example, to be in the 1st car where the "police action" is happening. Watching the police storm in and surround whoever it is they are looking for, mentally calculating the chances of being hit by a stray bullet, and hearing an announcement at the same time "please be patient, there is a police action in the 1st car" as if the droning bored voice of the train operator is god on a very slow day.
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