I'm angry, folks. I am angry about the fact that whenever a special Obama event happens, I cannot get a copy of the New York Times ANYWHERE. Those of you who know me also know that I read the paper pretty much daily, and like to do the crossword on my morning commute.
But...there are people (maybe you are one of them) who buy the paper on special occasions, just to look at the front cover, and maybe frame it. These people probably don't even bother with the rest of the paper that I would like to read.
Newspaper tourists!You want to experience a little bit of the New York Times, at a time and day of your choosing, without really getting to know it. You do the main attraction, then go back to your Daily News or Post for comfort.
I know what you're going to say, but I've done the subscription thing already, and I find that I actually receive the paper more regularly if I go out and buy it myself, rather than relying on a delivery person and the honesty of my neighbors.
So here's my suggestion to you newspaper tourists: take the front page, if you must. And leave the rest of the paper on the train for the natives like myself.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Newspaper Tourism
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Monday, January 19, 2009
arts for transit
Why is it that the MTA insists on likening our trains to animals? First (and unendingly) we have dumb bunny:
Now, for 2008 (yeah, theyre a little behind. dumb bunny was 2006 and it's still up in some cars), we have ugly fish:
I travel to work in a big silver box, just like millions of others New Yorkers. Don't try to make my commute look fun or exciting or cartoony. I'm not having a "wild ride", I'm not surrounded by other sane-looking if wind-blown people on their way to la-la land. I'm hanging onto a metal pole teeming with bacteria, a few feet away from a homeless man teeming with the same. If anything, make a depiction of the train as a bacterium.
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Something I can't get behind
Every night, as I am getting all toasty warm and ready for bed, I hear alley cats crying outside. It makes me so very, very sad. Sometimes they are just crying. Other times it sounds as though they are being attacked by something or someone. Poor widdle kitties. :(
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Am I the only one...
...who's noticed the weirdly violent headlines The Onion has been running about G.W. Bush for the past few months? Some of them aren't even clever or funny. It's like someone punked the Onion.
Bush's Eyelid Accidentally Nailed to Wall
Bush Passes Three Pound Kidney Stone
Weird, right?
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