We must eventually make a choice, my friends, are Kickstarters more annoying than Spotify is convenient?
Dear MBTA Customer Relations Manager
Last month I decided I was going to stop buying monthly Charlie Cards and bike to work as much as possible. When it rains, I figured, I will take the bus and train. Your transportation system is fine, as far as I’m concerned, but cannot beat the mixture of exercise, fresh air, and sincere smiles from other riders that bicycling to work offers.
This morning I couldn’t bike because it was raining. I had two Charlie Tickets in my desk drawer which, between the two, had a $1 on each and would certainly get me on the bus and to Forest Hills train station where I could load up a Charlie Card with an emergency rain fund for myself. “Easy enough,” I thought.
When the bus fare reader registered my first card as only one dollar the driver snapped at me, “You’re short on fare!”
No problem, I communicated to her, “I have this other Charlie Ticket with additional money on it.”
She told me, “It doesn’t work like that. Multiple tickets aren’t allowed.”
“That’s crazy!” I exclaimed (truly shocked), “it’s currency, why not?”
Instead of telling me why not she glared at me with the hateful intensity of a thousand hot, angry, bitter suns and said, “Sir, I work here. It doesn’t work.”
It’s my contention that “I work here” is the equivalent of a parent telling a child, “cuz I said so.” Fair enough, the buck has to stop somewhere, but doesn’t that seem like the shittiest possible explanation she could’ve offered a man desperately trying to board a bus with a line of rained-on, increasingly impatient people behind him?
The passengers behind me turned against me without hesitation. Not interested in the details of my case, they just saw me as the man causing them to continue to get rained on.
“It’s not her fault you don’t have fare!” and “You’re holding up the line!” and “Why should you ride for free? and “Hey asshole….”
And other thoughtful niceties were shouted in my general direction.
The bus driver continued her hateful stare. Now, from years of riding the bus I know exactly how to overcome this kind of scenario. You just walk onto the bus, pretend not to hear any more human voices, and you get away with it every time. I’ve seen it work for numerous people on multiple days in a row, people who are purposefully taking the bus for free. I’ve never liked these people and I didn’t feel like becoming one of them so I exited the bus and walked to the train station in the rain. The remaining line of bus passengers may have cheered as I walked away, I’m not sure, my brain is already doing weird protective things with the memory to deal with the light trauma of the sad event.
I’m not writing you to have the driver reprimanded. I’m not writing you to suggest your policies about multiple tickets is an embarrassing technical stone-age travesty. I’m not even writing you to express my complete, legitimate rage which coursed through my veins during the entire walk to work and made me question every life decision I’ve ever made.
I would just like my $1 dollar back which the fare machine registered. I didn’t get to ride the bus so why should I pay YOU a dollar to feel like a human piece of shit walking down the street in humid rain? Seems sort of unfair.
“Sacred time is a time out of time, the time of ritual. In an archetypal sense, sacred space is not simply a consecrated or special place; rather, ritual transforms an ordinary place into the actual cosmic center, a place outside profane space. Similarly, when a culture engages in a rebirth ceremony or reenacts its creation myth, it doesn’t simply emulate events that took place at the beginning of time; these rituals return their participants to that moment when the cosmos was born. The event is literal, not metaphorical.
Sacred time is cyclical, not linear; and cultures that dwell in sacred time do not live in historical time, or indeed in mundane geography. They inhabit a historical time, in a place that is at the center of space and yet also removed from it. The cosmos is constantly being born, evolving, and dying a cycle of “eternal record” that is the antithesis of our Western concept of historical time.”
- Dennis McKenna, The Brotherhood of the Screaming Abyss
We need a word for when you’re listening to music and other external-world sounds or music combines with it in a pleasing way. Any ideas?
I’m only alive right now because I made time for that nap I took at 3PM. Why no ads for naps on TV? Naps: The Other Kind Of Sleep. Etc.
When John Wong shouted, “Kurt Cobain died!” from the parking lot I asked our coach if practice was cancelled. I was told to get back in the outfield.
Hope you all had fun mocking him. Just learned that Comic Sans (the font) hanged himself last night in his studio apartment.
Any profile of Murray written after 2005 is likely to open with a paragraph about Murray’s peculiar antics as of late: firing his agent, surprising strangers on the street, unsolicited bar tending, crashing random parties, and always, how he’s been using an answering machine as his new agent. The perception of Murray as a wandering-magical-novelty-distributor has recently come to a head with this winter’s news that Murray had accidentally captured a bank robber in Japan (after seeing the story posted on Facebook and Twitter ad nauseam one morning I tried to find its original source which traced back to a website called SuperOfficialNews.com which I can assure you delivers very little of what its name promises). The point being, Murray’s career and public persona have taken on a mythical status in which fact often co-mingles with fiction, the stories take on a life of their own and everyone loves to love the Ghostbuster turned elder statesman of Not Caring What You Think Of Him.
I heard this one cop was assigned to spy on the Allston house-show-scene and then he accidentally got really into the music and started a Crud-Rock band with some local scene-y kids. And get this? They’re awesome. True story.
I like to call coffee “idea juice.” A less cutesy tic of mine is that I enjoy burning books.
We just confirmed that Hallelujah The Hills will be flown out to California in May 2014 to play the wedding of some sweet, sweet fans! We’ll try and book some other dates around the wedding so if you want us somewhere let us know.