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Bustories: May 2008

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008. Why is it so DESERT-Y here? First off—I live in Phoenix. Phoenix is located within the Sonoran desert. When you ride the bus a lot, it's unavoidable that you listen in on others conversations. It could be a good, bad or completely benign thing. A lot of the time, the conversations are in Spanish which can either help you learn it by exposure or leave you completely in the dark—only picking up on key words. Why is it so DESERT-Y here? I don't know if this is what she ended up talk...

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Bustories: the baby train

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Friday, August 5, 2011. People here, in Park Slope, seem to aggressively have babies. I mean, they are everywhere, in single, double and even triple form. Today, i saw some woman pushing an unwieldy stroller carting 3 small people around. A man tried to hold the door open for her while she, exhausted and sweaty, attempted to squeeze the device through the narrow doorway. Children are like dogs, right? The more you expose them to people, the calmer they become around them? News you can use. Bye bye, PI.

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Bustories: August 2011

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Sunday, August 14, 2011. The last week of this program rolled through all tornado-like. Now it's pouring rain outside as if an attempt to wash the past 6 weeks away. It's coming down in sheets and all i can think of is how much energy it takes to pump all the storm water out of the subway lines so it doesn't become completely immersed. Even though.maybe it would give it all a good cleaning? I'll have to remind you that it's not the only time someone has ever erased anything (for example. here. It was lit...

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Bustories: December 2008

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Monday, December 29, 2008. Mourning the Red Line. We had an awkward relationship of push and pull. 10 years ago it was the bus I had to take. 4 years ago it was the bus I refused to take (after the previously-mentioned almost-hijacking). 3 years ago it was the bus I realized was the only real option to take to do almost everything I needed to do. Of the Red Line and the number of times I've seen people cough and sneeze into their hands and then grab the exact same pole I need to touch. Bye bye Red Line.

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Bustories: stuck stuckity stuck stuck

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Thursday, July 28, 2011. Stuck stuckity stuck stuck. Stuck paralyzed.momentarily. first, the ideas are there and everything makes sense and then you find yourself eating Table Water Crackers and wondering why. they look so much like i imagine communion wafers looking like. Like trying to remember the pieces of a dream, putting together a cohesive idea keeps slipping away from me. maybe it's the lack of sleep, lack of time, too much personal pressure or too many Milano cookies. July 28, 2011 at 9:27 PM.

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Bustories: April 2009

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Wednesday, April 1, 2009. This one started off as I think they usually do—with a total jerkoff raging about being on the wrong bus and how it must be because the driver doesn't speak english, everyone is against him, and now he's going to be late for work. Eventually, it dwindles, soon after having to explain the situation to too many new arrivals and absolutely after the main talker (the conversationalist) exits the bus. A constant turnover. Nothing ever lasts very long. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Bustories: here's your poetry, cracker

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011. Here's your poetry, cracker. Here's your poetry cracker. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). News you can use. Bus Chick, Transit Authority. Bye bye, PI. Stuck stuckity stuck stuck. No, i did not. Heres your poetry, cracker. Those were the days. Wave dreams, rosler, giddiness. Edges of in betweens. A night with a view. Poor little ouija board. View my complete profile. Following me on the bus.

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Bustories: July 2011

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Sunday, July 31, 2011. I love 30th St Station in philadelphia. i've been to a lot of different train stations but every time i come back to this one, i always feel a little bit of awe. it just doesn't seem to get the appreciation it deserves. Now it's thundering and lightning here in brooklyn and i'm getting my head back into video editing and how to explain survival skills as a sensitive human being in a country not made for one.i'm sure it will all become clearer later on. Labels: 30th St Station.

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Bustories: November 2008

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Wednesday, November 5, 2008. Today, the guy muttering to himself/at large was muttering about how even if John McCain had given Barack Obama 100pts, he STILL would have won the presidency. What? Was he watching the polls? I'm wondering what the ride home will be like when everyone is more awake and the reality of the situation has settled in. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). News you can use. Bus Chick, Transit Authority. Bye bye, PI. View my complete profile. Following me on the bus.

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Bustories: August 2008

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Friday, August 29, 2008. Throughout our neighborhood, powerlines were down and giant eucalyptus and fir trees broke or uprooted themselves. Without saying too much, the following are pictures within walking distance of our apartment, including an entire street blocked off. Sunday, August 24, 2008. Monday, August 4, 2008. It is strange to be home. I'm not sure how much time it will take to adjust or if i ever will. It's something different than geographical difference. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).