Showing posts with label public transportation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label public transportation. Show all posts

Thursday, September 08, 2005

I'm rapidly becoming the Blog of Listy Goodness (depending on your opinion of goodness, of course).

I like music.
I like lists.
I like public transportation.
Seems like it's about damn time to combine these loves, no?

  1. Belle and Sebastian "The State That I Am In": "Riding city buses for a hobby is sad." I did a hankie of this one, but mispelled buses, which always looks to me like a plural for Gary Busey.
  2. And, in "The Boy With the Arab Strap", Stuart sings a line about missing the bus. He is my soul mate, after all.
  3. Wilco "Far Far Away": "Kiss and ride on the CTA." One of my favorite public transportation lines. Tiff and I are such nerds that, on the magestic Spring Break Road Trip, we both made sure to get pictures of CTA buses.
  4. Kris Kross missed the bus, and that is something that they'll never do again. This one might be a school bus, though.
  5. Replacements "Kiss Me On the Bus". 'Nother hankie: "your tongue your transfer your hand your answer"
  6. Violent Femmes "Waiting for the Bus". This used to be my goto I'm Running Late song.
  7. The Bangles "Manic Monday". I liked this one better when I thought the line was "blame it on the train but the bus is already there," probably because I used to try and rationalize lateness by blaming a particular route, when another got there ages ago. Example: I missed the 61A by 30 seconds. The 71D takes 10 minutes longer to get to the same place. Can I blame the 71D for being 10 minutes and 30 seconds late to work?
  8. The Who "Magic Bus"
  9. Screeching Weasel "Totally": "The Belmont bus takes me right by your house"

More to be added as I think of them/people bring them to my attention.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

your tongue your transfer your hand your answer

I've really been missing the public transportation as of late. This commuting-by-car thing is a huge pain in my ass. I like being able to space out while someone else has the responsibility of getting me to work. Mostly, this is coming from the stupid accident I almost got into the other day which, while legally would have been my fault, was actually very little my fault. The UL Expressway, see, does this thing that's like highway...highway...stoplight!, so there's usually quite a bit of sudden stops. Because I listened to my dad like a good girl (usually), I try to not follow to close, so there's less danger. But see, here's the problem with SUVs, trucks, and other vehicles too giant to see around. I'm driving a respectable distance behind some overly large "car", minding my own business, thinking about whose got the better fake British accent, Bob Pollard or Billie Joe Armstong, and about my favorite Philadelphia band, next thing I know, he's swerved into the turn lane (goddam Indiana no turnsignal usin' jerks) and I'm like a car length and a half from a completely stopped car, going about 30. Burnt rubber smells yucky. But at least I know that I could probably drive with a small child in the front seat, since my first impulse was to throw my arm over so all my shit wouldn't fall out of my bag. And a baby's got more junk in it than my deery lou bag, right?
That kind of thinking would be why I'm on the pill.
I went to Denny's Saturday night to meet some new people I forced myself on through Friendster. Pretty darn fun. It's always weird being introduced to a group like that, because it usually feels like people are at their most whatever their place is in the group when a new person shows up. Like if you're the attention-grabber, you're at your grabbiest. Only bad thing was I forgot how it's possible to get a kind-of-hangover from too much coffee and too little sleep.
I go see what the local high school media specialist has put together for his "reader's club" later this afternoon. He's such a ***wad--I feel like it's an uphill battle to get these kids to think that there's more to library services for them, and that that's what I'm around for, if I could just get them to come into the public library. I'm thinking spooky Halloween rings will help. Hey, what problem can't cheap plastic toys handle?
I finally put the zombie barbie teen read week display up. It looks pretty freaking cool, if I do say so myself.