Nu ştiu de unde ideea că monitoarele instalate în staţiile de metrou sunt bani aruncaţi aiurea, 2 milioane de euro. Oricum, nu Metrorex a cheltuit atât pentru voi, staţi calmi, şi pe bună dreptate, îi doare în fund. Au venit nişte tipi mai inteligenţi care numai de pierdut nu vor avea.

Atât timp cât nu există o alternativă la transportul de căcat din Bucureşti (la suprafaţă), rămâne să ne mulţumim cu unul de băşină, subteran. Iar acea alternativă NU va exista până (cel mai devreme) la sfârşitul acestul secol. Limita de jos a decenţei va fi atinsă şi ea destul de greu. Apropo, gândesc că România asta (în particular, Bucureştiul) TREBUIE să fie perfectă (sau pe undeva pe aproape), de unde vin problemele şi nemulţumirile nenumărate, nesimţite şi adesea nerezolvabile.

Ziceam că se plânge o lume întreagă că banii sunt cheltuiţi pe aparenţe. Avem monitoare de 122cm (ce contează dacă am greşit?) pe care vedem ştirile, horoscopul şi ce le-a mai trecut prin cap. Vă invit să ţineţi privirea în pământ (peron ar fi corect) când ajungeţi în staţie. Mă-ntreb câţi vor proceda aşa. :D E adevărat că ce au făcut nu e neapărat necesar, dar nici rău. Mie îmi place. În New York ori nu am văzut aşa ceva, ori nu-mi amintesc eu bine. Diferenţa constă în alte chestii mărunte şi, că tot am deschis subiectul, fac o comparaţie scurtă:

Au nişte aparate cu touchscreen (!!! :D ) de unde poţi să-ţi cumperi cartela. Unele acceptă card (!!!!!), altele doar cash. Restul este de maxim 6$ şi se dă în monede de 1$. Cartela se poate reîncărca şi este din P-L-A-S-T-I-C. Acum câteva luni, când eram în ţară, mi s-a întâmplat să mi se îndoaie banda aia neagră şi adio abonament. Fără o cercetare amănunţită, nu vedea nimeni că am fost în halul ăla de neglijent. Cu 5 zile înainte îl cumpărasem, iar acum eram nevoit să-l schimb. Bine, o vreme am discutat cu jandarmii de pe acolo şi mi-au permis să sar, deşi vizibil nemulţumiţi de solicitare. Apoi mi-am băgat picioarele şi am mai aruncat 11 lei (am reducere :P ).

Continuând, staţiile lor sunt multe, distanţa dintre ele mică - dar parcursă extrem de repede. Dacă trenul staţionează, vei fi anunţat prompt de motivele opririi. Se subînţelege că mecanici (plural!) îşi vor cere SCUZE. O singură excepţie am observat, atunci când s-a sinucis un tip. Trenul a staţionat 20 de minute la plecarea din Lexington Ave - 59th St în timp ce angajaţii MTA (Metrorex, în română) verificau creierul împrăştiat pe linie. Ce senzaţie ciudată: stai confortabil pe scaun în timp ce tipul de sub tine îşi varsă umplutura printr-o gaură fatal de mare. Plimbări dintr-un vagon în celălalt care au culminat cu o întrebare pe care o redau exact: "Din anybody see anything?". Investigaţii, ăia de la MTA se uitau sub vagon şamd. Nu s-a anunţat nimic atunci, repet. Călătorii din celelalte vagoane cred că au fost foarte iritaţi. :D

Şi acum bomba: au şi ei cerşetori la metrou! Reacţie imediată: hahaha, ce fraieri. Şi cea-mai-bombă: vara, te sufoci în staţiile alea. Nu ştiu de ce la noi atmosfera e plăcută, poate B. are dreptate, că roca. Mă declar ignorant şi sunt fericit cu asta.

Revenind la Zoom, thumbs up din partea mea. Sper să reziste cât mai multe ecrane cât mai multe luni, deşi sunt sceptic. Parcă deja sunt probleme, sau cred că este doar un zvon.

De ceasuri care arată când va veni următorul tren, nu e nevoie. Intervalul de succedare este de ~6 minute când nu circulă nimeni, ~9 minute în ore de vârf şi +10 minute în weekend. Cu staţionări mai adăugaţi, în medie, 1-2 minute -presupunând că nu sunt chiar atât de dese-. Nu văd vreo îmbunătăţire în următorii 5 ani.

Mai rămân boschetarii şi cerşetorii. Măcar nu sunt şi câini vagabonzi pe peron. De asemenea, exterminarea lor în termen de 5 ani e la fel de realistă ca începerea şi finalizarea magistralei Drumul Taberei - Universitate în tot atât timp. Voi scrie şi pe subiectul ăsta. Noi acum să uităm de toate şi să strigăm "ROMÂNIAAAA ROMÂNIAAAA [...]", că tot ne bate Franţa. Sau poate nu ne bate. Oricum, viaţa noastră nu se va îmbunătăţi nici cu 3 puncte, nici cu 0.

Călătorie plăcută în continuare!

However, this will only work if all parents who get the card for their kids agree NOT to tell the kids how they know they were in the West Village at 10:30 last night. If the kids know the metrocards are trackable, all the power will be lost, and the next time Stevie is somewhere he shouldn't be, he'll just say he either loaned his metrocard to a friend or lost it.

To this end, Idea-O-Rama has crafted a statement the MTA could require all parents to sign upon getting their trackable metrocard.

By signing this document, I attest that I am of sound body and mind and fully cognizant that I am spying on my child by purchasing this card. I am at peace with this decision. Furthermore, I realize that the value of this trackable metrocard is its hidden purpose of tracking the movements of my child and thus, I agree not to disclose any knowledge I have about this card to anyone under the age of 25.

I can just see the parenting blogs and listservs lighting up now with the fierce debate that will follow about the ethics of spying on your kids -- without their knowledge and consent! Get ready parkslopeparents.com; buy that extra server space right now because you're going to need it.

Have ideas for other ways to spy on NYC's teenagers and tweens? Tell it to Idea-O-Rama!

A couple of searches for District destinations successully yielded busing directions, albeit ones that were...well, quite a bit strange.

For instance, this route...

[googlemaps http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&saddr=Logan+Circle,+District+of+Columbia&daddr=1353+H+St+NE,+Washington,+DC+20002&hl=en&geocode=&mra=ls&dirflg=r&date=10%2F9%2F08&time=8:56am&ttype=dep&noexp=0&noal=0&sort=&sll=38.9212,-77.031971&sspn=0.020868,0.039482&ie=UTF8&start=0&ll=38.906015,-77.009271&spn=0.011784,0.045394&output=embed&s=AARTsJokWY2P1sN_h_TTjiBUPTo3C6FNPA&w=425&h=350]


…seems to involve an awful lot of walking, and who does that anymore? Also, check out the bus you’ll be taking: a Maryland commuter line. It looks like Google has managed to integrate with MTA’s data, but as of yet has not done the same with WMATA. Further confirming this are Google’s “public transit” directions from Logan Circle to Columbia Heights:

[googlemaps http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&saddr=Logan+Circle,+District+of+Columbia&daddr=1370+Park+Rd+NW,+Washington,+DC+20010&hl=en&geocode=&mra=ls&dirflg=r&date=10%2F9%2F08&time=8:56am&ttype=dep&noexp=0&noal=0&sort=&sll=38.906015,-77.009271&sspn=0.041745,0.078964&ie=UTF8&start=0&ll=38.9212,-77.031971&spn=0.018585,0.000007&output=embed&s=AARTsJrtAYTzvTfbTOT6gZnkzXXHzJNkCQ&w=425&h=350]


Now, it could be that I haven't had enough coffee this morning, but I could have sworn that 14th St was a pretty major bus thoroughfare.


So what does this tell us? Well basically, that Maryland has totally kicked our asses in getting this important service up and running! WMATA, we can't let this stand. Do you really want people using the Kent Island bus to get around town? Is that even possible? I don't know! And I don't want to find out either. So WMATA, Mayor Fenty, Delegate Holmes Norton, and whoever else is in a position of power here in the city: heed this call. The time to bring Google public transit directions to the District is now!


I mean, not for me of course. I've got the city's buses and trains all figured out...

Ana Dighero of LI ACORN was the most moving in her testimony, stating that because of a dearth of service, she and many like her often "have to take a cab in the opposite direction of where we need to go just to have access to a bus that will allow us to reach our destination without being tardy [to work]."

RWDSU/UFCW Local 338 representative Neal Tepel echoed this sentiment, adding that Nassau County must find a dedicated and stable solution to funding LI Bus. Mr. Tepel said that Long Island Bus "provide[s] a critical service to residents and Nassau County must work with the state and the MTA to ensure dedicated funding. Without a permanent budgetary solution, LI Bus, one of the largest suburban transit systems in the country, will continue to struggle each year for its existence."

Tri-State's testimony, in recognition of the dire straits of the regional economy, offered alternative solutions to Nassau County's lack of funding. One such recommendation was for the County to reach out to U.S. Sens. Clinton and Schumer and ask them to work to win back federal operating support for local transit systems (including the MTA agencies), which virtually ended in 1998.

In response, the members of the Government Services Committee offered talking points and platitudes about the importance of the LI Bus system, but offered no guarantee of increased funding from the County.

Whatever Nassau County elected officials decide to do, they must do something, and fast. It is high time that Nassau County start treating LI Bus for what it is--a vital backbone in Nassau's economy and future development, and a necessity for the 33 million people who board it every year.

Image: Librado Romero/ NY Times.

Sexual harassment on public transportation is a problem in many big cities. Several countries like Japan and Mexico are handling it by creating women-only subway cars and buses. In early September, New York City launched a subway ad campaign to address the rampant sexual harassment problem on subways (peruse some of the stories on the HollaBack NYC website if you want examples). Right now, a Subway Safety Coalition task force, including Right Rides and HollaBack NYC, is working to increase the visibility of the ads, add a phone number to the ads that people can use to report the crime, and encourage better sexual harassment training for police officers and subway personnel. (For a horrifying example of the need for better training, read this news story.)

AAUW has long addressed sexual harassment in the workplace and schools through its Legal Advocacy Fund, Public Policy initiatives, and research reports. However, sexual harassment on public transportation is a new frontier with few effective laws. Acknowledging that there is a problem is an important step; I hope new legislation and better policies will follow in cities nationwide. I applaud New York City for finally taking this widespread problem seriously and for its innovative initiatives. I hope they are successful.

Have you experienced sexual harassment on public transportation? Do you have any suggestions for ending it?

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Taste : ayam banget, saus teriyaki nya yummy, bertabur bubuk cabe di atasnya, mayonnaise nya oke juga

Taste : tuna banget banget, saus teriyaki yang yummy, di atasnya ada setengah keju setengah mayonnaise (tapi keju kali ya), di atasnya lagi irisan cabe rawit (ati2 kegigit, puedess)

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Balik ke Jakarta langsung wisata kuliner. Sempet ke Hanamasa (puas2in ma udang rebus buanyak buanget) trus  ke Sushi Groove (gak nyadar smuanya Japanese Food). Senangnyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....

Sushi kliatanya mang kecil tapi sebenernya ngenyangin buanget, cuz nasi nya kan meskipun dikit tapi padet abiz. Makan seporsi aja dah kenyang (yah rata2 isinya 6 sampe 8 biji), apalagi 2 porsi. Tapi idealnya klo kenyangnya pengen pas seh 1 stengah porsi, tapi gmn cara mesennya??? Bisa diusir kali ma pelayannya klo mesen 1 stengah :D

So, buat yang pengen nyoba, jangan pada laper mata ya. Ntar ngliat ini enak, itu enak, ini lagi enak, itu lagi enak, akhirnya dipesen smua, huaaaaa dijamin bakal padet tu perut :D
Jangan takut gak kenyang ya...

Yups itu dia bibitnya, di atasnya ada tulisan "Save our earth". di kertasnya (depan) ada tulisan :

Awal yang baru
Memasuki bulan suci Ramadhan, saatnya membuka lembaran
yang lebih baik dari hari kemarinn. Sebuah bibit penuh kasih
dan harapan kami persembahkan sebagai simbol dari awal baru
untuk menuai segala kebaikan yang telah Anda tanamkan.

Trus bagian blakangnya ada tulisan :

SEBUAH LANGKAH KECIL
Hanya dibutuhkan tanah, air, dan sedikit kesabaran.
Tanam di rumah, tempat kerja, atau lingkungan
lainnya yang memerlukan penghijauan.
Sebarkan kesadaran positif ini untuk
menjaga keseimbangan kehidupan kita bersama!

Hmm... lucu seh, baru kali ini belanja dapet ginian, tapi mo ditanem dimana?????
Di rumah? Jauh rumahnya.
Di kantor? Gak ada halaman tempat menanam, adanya mah parkiran.
Di lingkungan lain yang butuh penghijauan? Dimana ya? Jakarta bukannya aspal smua ya isinya???
So, sapa yang mauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu??????

Oia, slaen dapet bibit itu, aku juga dkasih voucher. Ada 3 voucher :

• Fossil
• DKNY
• Adidas

Masing-masing 200 ribu, tapi paling lambat tanggal 12 oktober 2008, klo gak salah (maap tadinya mo dpoto, tnyata vouchernya aku taro di laci kantor, gak jadi dpoto dah). Vouchernya cuma berlaku di Metro MTA. So sapa yang mau jugaaaaaaaaaaa??? :)

On the bus this morning, I was being anonymous and antisocial, peering over the top of my newspaper at the other passengers. Another woman ("Janice"), across the aisle, was doing the same. A few stops along, a hefty woman ("Franny") boarded and made it apparent to the rest of the bus that she and Janice were comrades. Janice faked pleasure. Franny didn't get the fake vibes and wiggled in next to Janice, striking up a conversation that lasted until they both got off at the same stop.

As I watched, I grew frightened that I might run into my own fake friend and slouched further behind my paper. I rarely run into people I know in my public-space hideaways. But then, I only moved into my apartment and started using these transportation routes a month ago. What if I'd lived on the Upper East Side for years and had a community there? Where would I hide? No escape!

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On the train, I was asked for proof of payment by two officers -- I showed my fast pass both times. I was riding with my dog in a carrying case. She became restless, so I let her out of her case -- on leash, and completely under my control. The dog barked, and I was approached by officer E. Matias (badge #41). He asked if the dog was a service animal, I replied no. He asked what stop I was getting off at, I responded the next stop (Civic Center). He said ok, and proceeded to the front of the train to chat with the driver. [Don't the signs say "don't talk to the driver"?]

No warning, or explanation, was issued at this time.

As I was leaving the train, I asked Mr. Matias what the pet policy was -- officer Matias did not explain the policy, and said he was issuing me a citation.

In summary, I was asked for proof of payment 2 times, questioned about my dog, and then left alone. It was only when I asked what the pet policy was, that I was issued a citation. $50 for asking an MTA employee a question.

It’s on those occasions when I gleefully subject myself to driving the grind of the 405 freeway.

In the few years I have been riding, I have become familiar with a handful of fellow train commuters. While I don’t know them by name, nor would I care to, I definitely recognize them the second I see them. And because I don’t know them by name, I have tagged them all with my very own nicknames.

Here is the list in no particular order:

Emo Boy. Just as his name implies, Emo Boy doesn’t show much emotion. He stands at the Green Line station staring into oblivion with his arms akimbo, probably hoping that the next train will miraculously jump the tracks and splatter him, sending him to The Black Parade. Same goes for when he's on the train: nothing. He looks a lot like a younger version of the Zima Guy except without the stupid hat.

Lord Farquaad. I was originally going to tag this guy Mr. Bentley after the character from “The Jeffersons” because his facial features resemble that of the George’s British neighbor. Instead, his out-of-date hairstyle, the texture not unlike the hair found atop Gene Wilder's cranium (if he has any left), earned him the moniker of Lord Farquaad. He's just not as evil--I think. Dude also wears loafers, skin-tight purple corduroys and, if I recall correctly, a Member's Only jacket. I realize I’m in Los Angeles, but c’mon...even we have limits.

Pigeon Lady. I haven’t seen her in a while but she’s hard to miss: with bulbous eyes and a small mouth, she always looks surprised. Or has something crammed in a cavity somewhere. But more to the point, she looks like the pigeon from those Mo Willems books.

Max from "Max and Ruby." I can almost hear the theme from “Max and Ruby” whenever this guy strolls by. Well, it’s less of a stroll than it is a rolling gait. I don’t even know if the guy has knees because when he sits on the bench, his legs stick all the way out. Maybe he killed fiddy men like Cotton did and had his shins blown off.

MexiMidgets*. These...these chuckling little annoyances measure about four-foot-nothing and work in the hotels in the area, and what they lack in height they make up for in girth. It’s not uncommon to have a group of them rush the train, shove people out of the way, hop on board and then squeeze into the tiniest space allowable. It's kind my idea of what Munchkin Land would be like if it were in Mexico but with less singing and more taco stands. And if you're really lucky, they'll sit next to you and rest their lunch on your lap (trust me, it's happened). To them I say this (if they understood English): you’re not as small as you think and you’re not the only people on the train! Show a little courtesy, for Chrissakes.

Face. Since my schedule was changed, I don’t see Face much anymore. She was a rather rotund woman with glasses that were not only out of style but looked like they hadn't been cleaned in at least a decade, and it wouldn't have surprised me if there were a few crusty boogers on them, too. She always sat in the corner of the train and stroked her face the entire trip, hence the nickname. Maybe she was feeling for areas she missed when she shaved that morning; maybe she just had this nervous tick. Either way, she annoyed the piss out of me.

Any Winehouse Girl. This teenager tries to mimic the eye makeup of everybody’s favorite crackwhore without much success. I got to stand real close to AWG a few times and while I’m no expert at applying makeup, it was a pretty sad sight to see. Dried-up black stuff all over her face. So I give Any Winehouse a little credit, but not a whole lot. She’d probably sell it for a gram of coke anyway.

So there you have it. I’m sure I have a few nicknames myself but blah, whatever. I'm sure they aren't as amusing as my own.

* Oh, don't get all bent out of shape. I'm Hispanic, too, and those little twits annoy the living shit out of me.

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I want to preface this post by saying that I've lived in quite a few different places in the world, and so I've experienced a lot of different kinds of ways to get around.  I've lived in the suburbs of America, where I had to drive to get anywhere near anything.  I've lived in "pseudo-cities" (more on that later) like San Francisco where you kind of can rely on a limited public transportation system.

New York is a totally different beast.  I think the best kept secret of New York in terms of public transportation is the buses.  Except for rush hour and maybe the M14, which goes crosstown on 14th street, buses are actually faster, easier, and less crowded than the subways.   Live on the Upper East Side (and I don't mean you rich folks who have chauffeurs and posh apartments on Madison Ave.)?  The 4/5/6 don't go that far out East, but you've got crosstown buses that go pretty much river to river on all the big streets.

The extensive network of buses alone can take you to a lot of places, but public transportation in New York is so convenient and robust because the buses and subways complement each other. You can essentially go anywhere on the island of Manhattan on a $2 Metrocard.  It might seem daunting at first, but it is actually very simple to familiarize onself with the different subway lines.  It took me about a month before I got a pretty good handle on which lines go where.  The buses took a little bit longer because they seemed a little more confusing at first.  After a while, though, you realize that they are pretty simple.  They usually go up/down or across.  I don't know about other New Yorkers, but I have a map of Manhattan in my head, and whenever I need to go somewhere, I kind of consult that mental map and can come up with a few ways to get there.

For example, say I want to go to Chinatown from the Upper West Side.  I know that I can take the yellow (Q/N/R/W) or the green (6) lines to Canal.  But I also know that the orange (B/D) line will get me there as well (to Grand Street).  From the UWS, it's probably easier to just get to Columbus Circle/59th Street and transfer for the orange line.  B/D are both express in Manhattan, so it will be faster than going to the Eastside and catching the 6.

Oh, and the good thing about streets in Manhattan is that, unless you're downtown, you can count on the names being in numbers.  Whoever came  up with this is a genius.  There are exceptions, but basically the avenues go up and down and the streets go East and West.  The even numbered avenues are one way going NORTH, and the odd ones are south-bound only.  A lot of people seem really lost when they come out of subways, but if one can keep that simple fact in mind, it's a lot easier to get oriented.

Then you may have heard about gtaclans.com

Well the owners of the site and administrators have created a poll with some suggestions to enhance the site. well the Owner of the site is offering money and or jolt cola to people who win certain catagories.

My personal favorite is the request for best ownage videos. Best ownage video gets $50. That is of course if everyone votes for that ..

Here is the location of the poll

„Praxis Professor Doktor Ben I. Zillin, Frau Kuhgarten am Apparat, guten Morgen“, so nimm die MTA, auf gut Deutsch die Praxishilfe das Telefon ab. „Guten Morgen Frau Kuhgarten, Müller aus Seldwila, haben Sie noch einen Termin für mich heute Morgen?“ Müller“, fragt sie zurück: „Müller, Paul Müller?“ Ja gottverdammt möchte ich zurückbellen. Es gibt keinen andern Müller in unserem Saukaff und sie kennen sowohl meine Stimme als auch meine Krankenakte auswendig. Also her mit dem Termin.

„Das wird nicht gehen“, flötet die Kuh(Garten) weiter in mein Ohr. „Herr Professor Doktor Ben I. Zillin arbeitet heute den letzten Tag vor den Ferien und wir sind koooomplett ausgebucht.“ Kurze Pause in der ich meine Wut hinunterschlucke, dann fährt der Kuharsch weiter: „Was glauben Sie denn, was sie haben?“ Das reicht mir jetzt. Wie schon erwähnt, sie weiss, dass ich drei Herzinfarkte und ebenso viele Lungenentzündungen hinter mir habe und auch, dass mein gesundheitlicher Allgemeinzustand nicht unbedingt zu Freude Anlass gibt. „Was ich habe“, äffe ich zurück? „Ich habe in fünf Sekunden Ihren Professor Ben I. Zillin am Ohr, sonst überfalle ich Sie unangemeldet in der Praxis.“

Es knackt in der Leitung und vier Sekunden später meldet sich Zillin und fragt mich ohne Umschweife, was mich plagt. Ich Orientiere Ihn, dass ich nur unter Schmerzen atmen kann und befürchte, die nächste Lungenentzündung gefasst zu haben. „Kommen Sie sofort in meine Praxis“, ist sein trockener Kommentar. Ich erkläre ihm, dass ich das ja wirklich gerne tun würde, aber dass sein Vorzimmerdrachen ganz anders sieht. „Sie werden sehen, nicht mehr wenn Sie da sind“, gibt er lachend zurück.

Auf der Fahrt zum Arzt überlege ich mir, mit welchem Text ich die Kuhgarten auf die richtige Distanz zurückstutzen soll. Von ihrem blöden, affektierten Getue habe ich endlich genug. Ich finde den Faden und habe vor, ihr bei der Begrüssung folgendes um die Löffel zu schlagen:

v     Liebe Frau Kuhgarten. Sie kennen mich, Sie kennen meine Krankenakte und Sie kennen meine Stimme. Also was soll das Getue am Telefon, wenn ich Sie höflich um einen dringenden Termin bitte? Sie wissen doch genau, ich habe dann ein gesundheitliches Problem und nicht bloss einen Pickel am Arsch.

Als ich in der Praxis einfliege, ist die Kuhgarten fast devot um mich bemüht. Macht den Lungenschuss (Thoraxbild) und nimmt mir Blut ab für das Labor. Am Schluss bittet sie mich, noch etwas im Wartezimmer zu warten. Soweit so gut, meinen Text werde ich nicht los, weil ständig jemand in der Nähe ist, der mithören würde. Ich will sie ja nicht killen, ich will ihr bloss einen Warnschuss vor den Bug setzen. Dafür bekomme ich mit, wie sie von einem Anrufer zehn Minuten belästigt wird, weil sie sich erlaubt hat, ihm eine Mahnung für eine nicht bezahlte Rechnung zu senden. Sie ist sehr höflich und hat viel Geduld mit dem Mann. Ich hätte dem Armleuchter nach zwei Minuten meine Meinung wie folgt gestossen: „Zahlen Sie einfach ihre Rechnungen und sie werden nie mehr von mir gemahnt werden.“ Später ruft noch eine Halbdebile an, die unbedingt wissen will, wie viele Pillen sie einwerfen muss von der Schachtel, die sie heute Morgen bekommen hat. Sie begreift nicht, dass das eigentlich auf der Packung drauf steht und sie, Frau Kuhgarten, das nicht wissen kann, wenn sie nicht vorher die Krankenakte einsieht.

Irgendwie tut sie mir leid und ich beschliesse, den Dampfhammer heute nicht zu landen. Mit zwei, drei persönlichen Worten muntere ich sie etwas auf. Sie ist dankbar und nimmt die persönliche Unterhaltung sofort auf. Erklärt mir, dass sie sich oft schon gewünscht hat, dass es mir bald besser ginge. Da ruft schon der Ben I. Zillin: „Der Nächste“, und bittet mich ins Untersuchungszimmer.

Meine Lektion als Patient habe ich hoffentlich gelernt. Dabei denke ich auch, dass sie ihre Lektion ebenso intus hat wie ich. Sollte sie das nächste Mal am Telefon wieder fragen: „Müller, Paul Müller?“, hört sie von mir folgenden Text:

v     Liebe Frau Kuhgarten. Sie kennen mich, Sie kennen meine Krankenankte ……………..

Tötung aufgeschoben

ada suatu kasus salah seorang anggota keluarga pamannya datang ke keponakannya untuk silaturahmi.. kemudian keponakannya mengusirnya dengan alasan keluarganya tidak mendukung perbuatan bidah.. yaitu silaturahmi di hari raya idul fitri... tak ayal lagi paman ini sakit hati dan rusaklah hubungan kekeluargaan mereka....

Downtown trains skip 66, 59, and 50 Sts
Weekends, Sep 27 – 29 and Oct 4 – 6, 12:01 AM Sat to 5 AM Mon

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No trains between 42 St–Grand Central and Bowling Green
Three weekends, Sep 20 – 22, Oct 4 – 6, and 11 – 13
12:01 AM Sat to 5 AM Mon

How does this affect my trip?
• To travel between 42 St-Grand Central and Brooklyn Bridge, take the 4 or 6.

• To travel between Brooklyn Bridge and Bowling Green, take the special J train to nearby stations. Transfers to the special J train are available at Brooklyn Bridge-Chambers St.

Why is this service being changed?
We are making track improvements to ensure that trains
continue to operate safely along the 5 line.

No C trains between 145 and 168 Sts. Take the A instead

Sep 27 – 28, 12:01 AM Sat to 5 AM Sun

This service change affects one or more ADA accessible stations. Please call 718-596-8585 or (TTY) 718-596-8273, 6 AM to 10 PM for help with planning your trip.

Downtown C trains skip 50, 23, and Spring Sts

Sep 27 – 29, 12:01 AM Sat to 5 AM Mon

Manhattan-bound C trains skip Rockaway and Ralph Avs

Sep 27 – 29, 12:01 AM Sat to 5 AM Mon

D

Bronx-bound D trains skip 170, 174-175, and 182-183 Sts

Sep 27 – 29, 12:01 AM Sat to 5 AM Mon

fukkin gas prices evrybody usin mah train now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can't fit in mah train no moa!!!!!!! fukkin govament!!!!!!!!!!

Note that the bag was not on her, but next to her -- a foot away, really. I thought pointing this out was unwise, so I lifted the bag from the seat and put it on the floor. As I sat there, my thoughts went through this progression:

1. That was surprising.
2. I hope she doesn't talk to me again.
3. Was I supposed to respond? Should I respond now?
4. No, don't respond. Do not respond.
5. Should I move?
6. No! You're brave.
7. Right?
8. Yes. Right.
9. Wait...what actually happened? She called me a moron. Maybe I actually was -- did I put the bag on her lap?
10. Had she claimed that seat? Is there some subway rule I don't know about?
11. I'm confused.

I finally decided she had a mental problem. But questions remained: what do you do when a strange lady shrieks at you in the subway? And does a lunch bag have a right to an otherwise empty seat?

But as the months passed, I grew proud of the feat I was accomplishing. Yeah, I was reading Ayn Rand! Check me out, subway! I started whipping it out while standing, right in other passengers’ faces. This was even better, because I was reading while balancing.

But I don’t just brag. I check out other people’s books, too, and judge them. Apparently, I’m not the only one -- this is a common MTA pastime. But I still haven’t figured out exactly what book qualities make me judge a person smart or stupid. It’s not length -- if a passenger is carrying a book I’ve seen on a television commercial, I scoff, no matter how much it weighs. It’s not whether it’s a “classic,” either: Harry Potter readers universally receive an A+. That reader loves magic!

It may be how similar their tastes are to mine. In which case I’m a narcissist. But then, would I be blogging if I weren’t?