urbanblitz

I been having a very reflecting commute to work this morning.  It might been inspired by the music I was listening too.  Sometimes it’s almost like the lyric effect your way of thinking at that very moment.  This morning, I peer up from my book like every morning, to take a quick glance at my fellow commuters.  I often wonder what people are thinking.  Are they all drones heading towards the queen bee.  Though most people seem very lackadaisical.  There were folks bopping to whatever was playing on their iPod.  Forget CD players, they’re just archaic.  And then there were were the folks with the glazed look from their lack of caffeine.   Perhaps this is just one of those days.

After I departed the Jack Spade sale I noticed that every guy on the train from his late 20s to 30s had a Jack Spade messenger bag on his back. Was that just a concidence. Who knows. Or perhaps it’s the trend of the Young Professionals (YPs) of Park Slope. The universal uniform. Like the hipster boy with their tighty tees. No I know mean tighty whiteys. That would just bit of a scary though. It’s just interesting to see the different way people dress in Brooklyn and where they all begin to congregate.

There a few ways to guarantee a seat on the subway. And one way is being homeless person with rotting flesh. I must definitely have a cold, because I couldn’t really detect the rotting stench. This homeless guy got on the train with all his bags, and dumped everything to side before promptly sitting down next to this Russian woman in her mink. Who jumped out of her seat faster then if someone lit her coat with a match. Slowly, people started to get up. And I can sense the homeless guy felt victory in his hands. He immediately expanded to the corner stretching across like he posing to have portrait painted. If only one of those MTA folks with their blue latex glove would just come in and toss him out of the train. I’ve seen it done once during a morning commute. Luckily, I got off in a few stops. It’s just a matter of time before he clears out half a car full of commuters during rush hour.

I know. You’re wondering what the hell is T.G.I.F.F. Well duh! It’s thank god it’s freaky friday. I had to be somewhat original. Half the company went out to lunch at T.G.I.F Fridays to send off one of beloved co-workers. I think it might have been the biggest turn out for the departure of one of our staffers. Except maybe S.B. Then again, he sent out an evite for a 5 year reunion. So technically he cheated. But we’re not going to get into that.

After filling us all up on grease and singing Happy Birthday in true franchise fashion, we all returned to the office in food coma. Unfortunately, I had to leave to take my mum out to see the doc. Turns out the little old lady has been dragging me to her doc appointments so I can fill out her paperwork. *Sigh*

Then I putzed around the city in search of rain shoes. Of course, to no avail. Bah! In the end I met up with my friend, who was in the process of convince her male friend to see Brobeck Mountain. Unfortunately, we were unsuccessful, so we ended up seeing another flick. But the story doesn’t end there.

Everything gets interesting on the train. I end up sitting a seat away from a guy that was definitely passed out for too much alcohol intake to the lovers quarrel of Brobeck Mountain variety. I grow weary and try to plug in my headphones to only be told I must attached my iPod to a battery source. Let’s just say two bitches going at it, was giving me quite the splitting headache. As we crossed the bridge over to the other side, an inebriated high school chick is lugged onto the train by her friend. Who doesn’t wear a coat in this weather. But that’s really another story. I’m sitting there quietly for the next 7 - 8 stops just praying this little gal doesn’t decide to puke all over my stuff. She didn’t look so well. Strangely, enough some guy actually found this drunken creature attractive. Easy prey I say. He was leering at her for large portion of the trip. Perhaps he felt bad for her, but I think it was the skimpy outfit she had on. Seriously, construction boots with Triple 5 just screams jailbait. My my my.. there was a lot of action going on at the seat across from me. Some gal was trying to tear the clothes off her partner. All I remember was hearing some buttons snapping. Thank god there was no sound of zippers. All in all it’s been an eventful night. Can we say thank you for riding on the MTA the ultimate source of entertainment on Friday night.

Free at last. Today was first day that trains were running again. Can we say how much this strike has inconvenience all New Yorkers. Over what. Their main point was about a pension for future workers. That’s just insane. What’s more insane is they have the audacity to ask if they can get amnesty from the Taylor law. Crazy talk, that’s what I say. They can ask the New Yorkers that lost their jobs because they couldn’t get to work during strike or the stores they are going to close because they can recover from the strike.

Aside from having cabin fever. I was suffering from some pain in the joints of my hand. There was no way I would have been able to get to see my doctor since she’s in the Upper East Side and I’m in Brooklyn. Darn, transit strike. I finally hiked up there this afternoon. After more through examination, I was diagnosis with tendinitis. Probably caused by pottery amongst other things. Which means I’m going to have to take medication and wear a wrist brace around the house for the next few weeks. Bah hum bug. Now I must see if I can get out of pottery for this semester.

Darn, another contraption to try to my life easier. Since I’m vertically challenge I can touch the horizontal bar but I have to tip toe in order to hold onto it. This is how the Metrogrip and the Transtrap come into play. But which one should I buy. The Transtrap has all these extra accessories and it’s only about 10 bucks. Do I really want to deal with the hook. Then of course, there is the Metrogrip for 5 bucks. Okay, that’s really speaking to me right now especially the free shipping. So I’ve cracked and bought a Metrogrip. Can I say they need to change the sale tax on their thing to 8.375% from 8.625%. I know it’s only a penny difference, but it’s all about the principle. As my friend VW said, tell me how the Metrogrip works for you. Then I responded are you afraid of cooties. Hopefully, this thing works. Makes you want to carry Purell all over the place or at least wet naps.

As I entered the train this morning. There was a hipster aboard. He had 3 seats to himself. He of course was sitting in the middle seat in full hipster gear. He had the trucker Hawaiin cap with some logo, a pin stripe shirt loosely tucked into some slacks with a white sports jacket. Did I forget to tell you he was also wearing red and white Converse high tops with the big red Jackie O glasses. My first thought was he living a little bit too far in Brooklyn, and needs to head up to Williamsburg quick. And my second thought was no one wanted to sit next to him. It seemed like he was the plague. We went about 3 stations before an old black lady sat next to him and 2 more stations before a yuppies did the same. Can we say gentrification is a bitch.

I went out and about with my mom today. As we got on the train, this lady was occupying another seat with her bag. She reluctantly moved her bag when she saw my mom and her wet umbrella. How rude. These are the people that really need to get fined on the train. At the next station 2 seat opened up and my mom made me shuffled over. While the lady was still sleeping. Apparently, her iPod shuffle was sitting on seat while she was sleeping. My mother exclaimed that it would be kind of funny if someone took her iPod and got off the train. Most likely no one would help her. I was like MOM. Scary the kind of raw thoughts that she has.

It’s been a very busy weekend. And MTA did not help. I didn’t get out of the city past midnight, and got stuck in a train re-routing. Apparently, I had to get off the train to take bus to another station to reach my final destination. Unfortunately this station had no alternative trains. Bah.. Can we say double bah. And in typical MTA fashion, there were no signs a few days prior. This is only because the damn tourists don’t usually venture this far into the woods.

Then I lugged myself into the pottery studio to play with more clay this weekend. It was very serene except for those darn mosquitoes. They even bit my arse. Don’t they know that’s off limits? I feel like I have to spray some Deep Wood Off! with 30% deet before I step foot into the studio. They’re nasty little buggers.

Let’s just say there was too much to do this weekend. On Sunday, I stopped by the Knit Out New York 2005 and some free patterns and help with my first sweater. While some of my friends had headed up to the Cloisters to the Renaissance fair. I had ended my Sunday at the movies. This was definitely one weekend I wanted to be longer.

So I get on the R train and plop myself next to this college kid and this lady. Let’s just say she takes up half my seat. The 3 seaters are meant for 3 average sized people that 3-1/2. As the train moved I plowed into the college gal. I felt so bad. It wasn’t my fault the lady next to me was fat. The lady started mumbling that I pushing her. So I said well I can’t help it if you’re so fat. Maybe someone should consider going to the gym instead of stuffing her mouth. Grumble.