I'm becoming that person.
You know, the one you can't really tell whether they are talking to themselves? Or crazy? You think, are they talking to me? Should I take my headphones out and listen?
To clear the record, I'm mouthing the lyrics along to my iPod. I've retired reading lately because I don't really have a book to read and also because I have some freaking awesome music on my iPod lately. Yeah, I realize it's all super cliche and popular right now but I like what I like, k?
Some of my playlist faves:
Lily Allen ("Fuck You" & "The Fear" & "Who'd Have Known?")
Kate Nash ("Mouthpiece" & "Foundations" & "Skeleton Song")
Adele ("Chasing Pavements" & "Hometown Glory")
Duffy ("Warwick Avenue" & "Mercy")
Mia ("Paper Planes")
Katy Perry ("Self Inflicted")
Colbie Caillat ("Bubbly" & "Realize")
Ingrid Michaelson ("Far Away" & "Overboard")
Jason Mraz ("I'm Yours")
It's something about those Brits that make me forget I'm surrounded by people as I lipsync "Fuck You" while cruising over the Manhattan Bridge.
Trust me, I'd rather actually sing out loud.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Passing time.
The best part of the subway, for me, is the chance to read.
There are certain books that are perfect for train travel.
They need to fit comfortably in my purse, which is easy to do since it's roughly the size of a carryon dufflebag, but still. More importantly, the best ones make you almost miss your stop because you are so caught up in the story.
For example, I was re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows over the summer. I got on the train, sat and read straight without looking up until 34th St / Herald Sq when I saw that I had been sitting right across from my manager Jason the entire time. Um, way to be observant, me. But the point is, I was so caught up in the drama, the train ride was nothing to me.
Right now I'm in the middle of Julie & Julia which happens to be about blogging and is probably part of the reason I started this. I highly recommend it. I would call it "exaggerated non-fiction" since Julie straight-up says she made some parts up... but generally it's true. Who would think reading about a woman cooking would be so entertaining? Most likely because I relate so much with her, especially with her faults.
So get out there and read a book on the subway. It's a great way to pass the time.
There are certain books that are perfect for train travel.
They need to fit comfortably in my purse, which is easy to do since it's roughly the size of a carryon dufflebag, but still. More importantly, the best ones make you almost miss your stop because you are so caught up in the story.
For example, I was re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows over the summer. I got on the train, sat and read straight without looking up until 34th St / Herald Sq when I saw that I had been sitting right across from my manager Jason the entire time. Um, way to be observant, me. But the point is, I was so caught up in the drama, the train ride was nothing to me.
Right now I'm in the middle of Julie & Julia which happens to be about blogging and is probably part of the reason I started this. I highly recommend it. I would call it "exaggerated non-fiction" since Julie straight-up says she made some parts up... but generally it's true. Who would think reading about a woman cooking would be so entertaining? Most likely because I relate so much with her, especially with her faults.
So get out there and read a book on the subway. It's a great way to pass the time.
Let's get it started.
On a good day, I spend less than 90 minutes on my lovely D train.
On a day like today, I have spent over five... six? On about 4 different train lines too.
That makes for a lot of stories. I see a lot. I hear a lot. Really inconvenient stuff happens to me... And so, whilst lamenting to a friend about all my subway stories, I couldn't help but think... "maybe I should write this shit down!"
So I am.
Who knows if anyone will read them?
Who knows if I'll even remember to keep up a blog?
Who knows if I care?
But hell, let's give a shot.
On a day like today, I have spent over five... six? On about 4 different train lines too.
That makes for a lot of stories. I see a lot. I hear a lot. Really inconvenient stuff happens to me... And so, whilst lamenting to a friend about all my subway stories, I couldn't help but think... "maybe I should write this shit down!"
So I am.
Who knows if anyone will read them?
Who knows if I'll even remember to keep up a blog?
Who knows if I care?
But hell, let's give a shot.
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