Tag Archives: commuting

Circling In

I normally enjoy the walk in, although lately the weather is too cold in the morning and then slowly changes as I get closer to work to, “too hot to wear a jacket.”  It seems like this morning is particularly bad, as traffic does not want to let me cross and I’ve caught every single crosswalk as it counts down to the red hand.

I’m at one when I hear the question.

“How long did it take you to grow that hair, man?”

“Too long,” I answer, without thinking.

“Damn straight.”  He looks at my hair again.  “You Japanese?”


“Hrm.  Chinese?”


He goes through the list.  Each gets a negative response.  “Korean?  Thai?  Burmese?  Laotian?  Vietnamese?  Malay?  Mongolian?  Hmong?”  To be honest, I’m kind of impressed.  Yet, at the same time, kind of disappointed.

He pauses to think.  “Taiwanese?”


He pauses again, with a puzzled expression.

The walk signal changes and I step into the crosswalk.  “Filipino,” I say without turning my head.

Midway through the crosswalk I wonder if even that word was a fair description.

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Out of the city

I haven’t been out of the house to see if anything’s different.  This is the first outing, but I’m not downtown, so I don’t expect much.

Heading the exact opposite of downtown, in fact.

I just don’t really know what to think about the whole event.  History is unfolding, yes, but I can’t help but be sort of removed.

I’m actually more concerned about how cold it is outside.

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Stimulus: Economic

I had one of those days commuting. Get up early to eat breakfast and make lunch. Make lunch, eat breakfast. Get out early to catch bus. Bus is late. Bus arrives fifteen minutes later. Bus proceeds to go five miles an hour. Thirty minutes later, bus has gone half my route, which normally takes twenty minutes. I consider walking the rest of the route, when the bus driver announces, “Everyone off the bus.”

I get on the metro and then walk the rest of the way to work, arriving to work one hour and fifteen minutes after I leave my house.

Then I find I left my lunch at home. -_-

Yeah, no quote or anything. I’m a little too tired to be a smartass. Thank god tomorrow is payday. The only thing that really makes this day a little better is the fact that Dubyah Bush decided to give me back around three hundred dollars in taxes. Which, most likely will be taken away from me next year, but we’ll see. I could use the money now. What will you do with the extra money? Drop me a note, let me know what you’ll be doing.