I was in a Scottish mood yesterday. My RSS feed reader told me that the latest episode of Scotland Introducing, a podcast devoted to unsigned Scottish indie bands, was available. I followed that, throughout the day, by listening to Idlewild, Camera Obscura, Y’All Is Fantasy Island, and I’m probably forgetting one or two other ScottishContinue reading “On Things I Did On Friday”
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On the Things That Last
I was writing on the subway train this morning. I missed my stop. It wasn’t that I was writing anything important, just some notes for an article for work. But so engrossed was I in the words, so lost in the thoughts was I, that only as the train pulled out of the State CenterContinue reading “On the Things That Last”
On Monday Morning’s Journey
My morning commute was snarled this morning. At the State Center/Cultural Center light rail stop, a car pulled out in front of the northbound train and got smacked. I watched it happen. I was waiting for the next train. This wasn’t a train I could take; it was heading for the Penn Station spur, whichContinue reading “On Monday Morning’s Journey”
On Light Rail Travails
Some days, I think the universe is conspiring against me. It doesn’t want me to get to work. Or to get home. This was one of those days. The light rail is powered by a distributed electrical grid. Sometimes, when it’s rainy, you can hear the sparking of the contact against the high-voltage wires. AndContinue reading “On Light Rail Travails”
On Getting Home From Work
Most days, getting to and from work is not a problem. Oh, I might miss the connection from subway to light rail by the merest of seconds (like yesterday, where I was five seconds late to get aboard the train), but for the most part, things go smoothly. Except when they don’t. This evening wasContinue reading “On Getting Home From Work”
On Terrifying Dreams
I awoke this morning, in the dark hours, terrified. I’d had a dream. And it was not a pleasant one. It began pleasantly enough. I was in the office. I had the picture of Percy on my desk. My Professor Henry Jones vinyl statue. Even Sophia Myles as a miniature toy. It was my desk.Continue reading “On Terrifying Dreams”
On Riding the Subway
There’s something I like about the Baltimore subway and rail system. The modern art. You’ll notice it at virtually every station or stop — there’s some sort of modern sculpture made of concrete or metal decorating the entrance. One station has a rather tesseract-like cube half-buried in the ground on its side. Another station —Continue reading “On Riding the Subway”
On a January Rain
A week and a half ago it snowed. It wasn’t much, maybe two inches. The snow lingered. It never got warm enough to well and truly melt the snow. The roads were clear. Sidewalks were clean. But on yards and open fields everywhere, snow lay on the ground like an unwelcome blanket. The snow retreated,Continue reading “On a January Rain”
On Happy News
On Friday I was bummed. Across the Universe opened wide on Friday. But the closest theater with the film? The DC suburbs. Now, there’s nothing wrong with driving thirty miles for a movie. I’ve done it before. But it’s hardly a pleasant drive into the DC suburbs. All that traffic! Had yesterday remained dreary andContinue reading “On Happy News”
On Boyish Wonder
I needed to put up my car windows. I’d run out to the post office this afternoon–only to fill out a customs declaration I didn’t need–and since it was a gorgeous day I drove with the windows down. (Which is why it’s not uncommon for me to have a horribly sunburned left arm; it’s justContinue reading “On Boyish Wonder”