Reviewing the many uses for blogs, I was informed today that blogs are really for ranting. With the exception of the one that places Mr. Bush and Miss Winfrey in the same sentence (horrors for them both), I have refrained. Clearly it is time to bust out and have some fun.
Here in Olympicmaniatown, it turns out that all forms of mass transit are slower, smellier and less reliable than ever. Why do we wait for a rapid transit option (every 9 minutes overnight) for an actual 30 minutes of an evening? At this point any sane person would look at the packed situation onboard, the state of the heaving train, the lack of apology on the driver's face and having dreamt of a cab, would now find the excuse she was waiting for and hail one. I get right on.
Hmm, the aroma that is that summertime El smell. Old sneakers with some sort of special sauce on top. On Mondays your feet will stick to the floor. Later in the week, there will be additional sniffy treats because of all the meals consumed (against both rules and good sense) enroute. As the week matures, other types of detritus will appear in paper form. IF YOU'RE LUCKY. It does keep the stick-factor down. Clearly it takes ghost busters to wash these things out. I picture the guys in the white suits with full body gear.
Turn to expressways (now, every one of which follows the Dan Ryan mantra -it's been rebranded to take the snailway), add in either a transponder (to ponder what?) or double your fun (and spendrate) by paying cash at tolls every 16 feet. You will crawl, but you'll be able to apply your makeup...or read the paper. But you cannot talk on the phone, that's a $200 fine.
Metra is the way to fly (posh commuter trains for those not yet cozy with the city of big shoulders). Only my friend messed up tonight (I thought I had it bad) and he found himself going back for keys. Going back? He had to go back downtown, get the keys and then ride out to green pastures. His once an hour option turned into once every 2 hours. The last ride starts well after midnight. If he's home by 2am, I'll be surpised. He threated to go to the bar - maybe he found a hotel instead. Only there's 100% occupancy in town now (that means no available beds in English).
Do we have some work to do to get ready for the next Olympic round in '09? It would appear so.
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Three cheers for the rant. I came across this quotation [I think it is by Douglas Rushkoff, though I am not sure]. Anyway, here goes: "Rants invariably mix fiery passion with ironic distance, bold assertions with smirky nuance, and intellectual complexity with disarming simplicity.
The success of a rant is dependent on two things: the consistency of the internal argument and the creativity with which it is expressed. Like a slam dunk in basketball, the flourish and gusto of a rant are appreciated only if the argument scores a decisive blow against a worthy opponent."
Good job, Gillian. O.K. everybody, let's hear it for the rant. One...Two...Three. Well done! Whose next?
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