The subway was a wild ride this morning. If you’ve ever been on the NYC subway you will understand that its better then any reality tv show ever!!! This morning on the daily ride it was kind of weird. A guy sat across from me with a big brown bag, he had a suit and tie on and big bulky half balled earphones black with red lines before the cushy part. Nothing out of the ordaniry till he changed his CD. Opened the bag, pulled out a case of CD mixes, blank CD’s with read writing on them – I could only see one of them that said Terrorism Mix.
The expression of the girl next to him was priceless as she contuied to listen to her iPod. I don’t know if it was the fact that he was flipping through that old technology called a CD case or the strange and awkward labels the man had on the CD’s. While this was going on another man handed that guy a piece of paper. The older man who handed him the paper was in my right-side blind spot since we were sitting on the same side of the train. He was an artist, with a clip board and a pencil. The paper was a sketch of the CD-Player guy. I peeped my head out and looked over at the artist and watched as he sketched a young girl who was rocking with the motion as her hand slide on the bar with every jump the train made. (more…)
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My caffeine fix was no where in site. The bright orange subway seats had little effect on me as Foo Fighters DOA blasted from my iPod. Not your ordinary iPod, the five year old music player that can still give me a couple of hours of OBE(Out of Body Experience) a day. Across from me three girls with British, maybe Australian accents chatted as the vibrating bulbs flickered. I could hear them over “No ones getting out of here alive,” which engulfed me in my worse nightmare. Imagine being stuck on an eternal subway car with orange seats, three loud foreigners and that generic voice from above stating “We are being held momentarily…â€. Yes that would be hell, but I had my heaven blasting through the inner ear, working its way into my drum but I felt bad for the old Chinese lady sitting next to me who was iPod-less. Would it have been modern edict to offer an earphone to help the lady drown out the down-unders who were passing one cup of coffee back and forth, sipping it and discussing how bad it tasted? The train squeezed through, pulsating like the way a snake digests its food, managing somehow to increase the volume of the three down-unders. The song now changed over to JEM’s ‘They’ which made me wonder if there was more to this simple situation. It seems where ever I go the music from my iPod enhances my situations.
This was just another morning commute which I felt “DOA†while ‘They’ turned my surroundings into a complex paranoia complex. Maybe ‘They’ (the three loud Australian girls) where watching me, following me, distracting me. Maybe this was the beginning of something new, random bunch of foreign girls piling onto the 1 train at 8am sipping each others coffee and rambling on about life… hmmm. Would be an interesting sitcom – Subway Foreigners – Hmmm maybe it’s just enough to publish as a blog post!
Rushing out of the sliding doors I raced for the corner coffee stand. He is a god in the city that never sleeps, a little guy in a silver box who brews cheap good coffee. Sipping away the paranoia slipped by as the iPod shuffled onward towards Gwen Stefani ‘hollaback Girl’ and I spotted the three lost foreigners turning and twisting a map, happily no longer could hear there cries as Gwen cursed them away. Once again the morning caffeine fix calmed the remaining nerves as I made my way to sit in front of a computer and watch my life whiz by me in binary.
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It is the middle of Tree Pollen Season in the North East of the United States. Yes. All you red puffy eyed, nasil dripping, wheezing and majority medicated comrades, I feel for you. It was 85 degrees today and the sun felt great warming up my face and skin from a zerod out winter. While I sneaked out for a minute (coffee addict) walking down the street the little yellow guys were waiting, floating all so cute through the air. As they gently fell from the trees guided by the constant east river wind, I panicked. Ducking, twisting my body as I walked down the block. With my iPod blasting and being in New York, I do blend in.
I am fully medicated which means that the pollen doesn’t bother me as much, but this still doesn’t make me happy that mother nature has released cyanide into the air to kill off some of us. She is trying to exterminate the lucky few of us who’s bodies over-react to harmless seeds. Really? What is the worst that could happen to us if we inhaled a lot of pollen – would roots start sprouting out of us? We would become trees, as they grow inside of us like a really bad b-movie. I do wish I could talk to my bodies chemist and yell at him for performing his job too well! Then I stop and think about it and reward the poor workaholic with a shot of Tequila.
Without the cure of modern medicine I would be a Bubble Boy and maybe then I could rant and rave about how Mother Nature is trying to kill me. I still think she is and has been for thirty plus years which means her cyanide does weaken me like kryptonite but hasn’t sent me pushing up the daisy’s yet.
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