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Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
This Just In
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
F You Must Know

There were some MTA employees standing on the platform. One had a lantern. At one point there was frantic whistle-blowing and waving of the lantern over the edge of the platform. This seemed strange to me in the age of radio waves, etc. The train eventually came in, and I sat in the back corner, near the dark man with sunken eyes who had a large, dirty cooler and a plastic bag resting on top. I settled in, and after a stop, looked up to see if the train would start moving again. I accidentally made eye contact with a cute blue-eyed boy with a light beard. He and his artist-type friend were chatting, and the friend was holding a mysterious shoe box. After a stop, cute boy sat next to me, and box boy sat in front. I tried to become even smaller in my PP trench, listening to my music and reading my book. They got off a stop before me, and by then I had not-really read 16 pages of this:

Tuesday, October 28, 2008
JELIS
I Swept!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
"F"ail

there's a D train sitting in the station with people staring at a worker yelling. i walk on the opposite side, incurious about the hootenanny. sleeping sallow faces are framed in the windows. another train creeps into the station while an announcement is made that a D train is approaching 'on the wall.' (?) so people run across into the other D. the train gives every indication of being a D, but the conductor announces that it is B running F stops. there is no mention of how long this will last. the third time she mentions it's a B making F stops to coney island. which, i believe means you can call it an F.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Abandon All Hope Ye Who Swipe Here

11:03 walked past that offensive poster about the sprinter who won the gold. and posed holding up his shoes as if he didn't know it would become an ad.
11:05 the rush of vested huffy people pushing past informs me that i just missed the f.
11:08 got a seat on the platform, but the one next to me is promptly filled by an obese man who sits on my jacket and waves a newspaper in front his foul red head. the corner of the paper comes close enough to my eye that i flinch each time it approaches, as i read about sydney carton confessing his love for lucie manette.
11:30 the train arrives with only one passed out drunk, and i am able to sit in a corner.
until next time!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Still To Do
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