Archive for August, 2007
Thursday, August 23rd, 2007
Making Your Commute More Fun
Here’s a fun little commuter exercise that most anyone can try. Moments before your train is to arrive, find a place where you can see it approaching from off in the distance, such as an overpass. Set your sights on a late-arriving commuter as they make their way from the parking lot or sidewalk, fumbling […]
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Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007
Say Something!
Last year, seven riders said something when they saw something.
Thank you, G. Francis, CTRider, PeterFromPort, Straphanger Joe, TJ, Engine Bob and JerseyPat. (And of course anyone else we may have forgotten.)
The rest of you, nothing. If you see/hear/smell something funny on your commute, by all means keep the good folks of Trainjotting posted.
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Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007
The Least-Inspired Commuter-Related “Journalism” You’ll Read All Day
It comes from the Fauquier County Times (I believe “Fauquier” is pronounced like “F-You,” but I’m not sure). It’s an article about telecommuting, and how working from home can free up time for you, poor wage slave.
“What can you do to get a life and lose the commute?” Kathryn Kadilak posits. “The obvious solution is […]
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Tuesday, August 21st, 2007
An Open Letter To:
The blonde conductress on the Harlem Line.
Let’s just say it: Bellies protruding over train-tchochke belt buckles, Metro-North conductors are not a toothsome lot. Nor are they particularly female.
Which is fine. They’re professional, usually courteous, and perfectly efficient.
They may not be much to look at, but you, Blonde Conductress, are the exception. You look Nordic, or […]
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Tuesday, August 21st, 2007
Word of the Week: Speed-Read
SPEED-READ \SPEED reed\ verb: The commuter’s ability to read the Departures screen and figure out his track without slowing down as he passes through Grand Central.
Usage: I barely made the 6:14 to Larchmont; if not for my ability to speed-read, I never would’ve made it.
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Monday, August 20th, 2007
I Guess She Doesn’t Do This Every Day
The 8:43 approached the station. They were two blonde girls and a guy, each about23–too young to be commuters, too old to be Grand Central Verminal.
One blonde, sporting more cleavage than the entire train she was about to board, peered inside the window as the train came to a stop.
“Woowwww!” she exclaimed.
They boarded and grabbed […]
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Friday, August 17th, 2007
Queen of Queens
Woman of about 30 on the 6 train headed uptown at 6:20 yesterday.
Long, straight brown hair, bare shoulders, print sundress. Pretty.
Tattoo on left shoulder: Interlocking N and Y, in royal blue and orange.
A Mets tattoo!
How many readers over at Metsblog would marry her based on this description alone?
1 Comment » - Posted in Metsblog by TJ
Friday, August 17th, 2007
Build It, and Maybe They’ll Come
Last night, a man who’d just exited the 6:33 put his foot on the bike rack at Hawthorne station and tied his shoe.
It was good to see someone other than me getting some use out of the thing.
After my initial giddiness stemming from taking on City Hall for a new bike rack, believing it would […]
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Thursday, August 16th, 2007
Engine Bob is Back!!!
Q: Engine Bob, I commute to New Jersey from Penn Station, which means my train runs beneath the Hudson River. Somebody once told me that those tunnels are so shallow that they’re not anchored to anything and they “swing” like garden hoses as trains run through them. It does sort of feel like the train is […]
2 Comments » - Posted in Charles Jacobs, Engine Bob, Tunnel Bridge by TJ
Wednesday, August 15th, 2007
‘Hamer of the Gods
Every day, twice a day, riders on the Harlem line see it: CG Swackhamer. There it is, an ugly industrial building just south of White Plains, with a giant sign that, well, kind of swacks you like a hammer.
Swackhamer.
What the hell is Swackhamer? We called to find out.
“We’re a retail lumber yard,” said a not […]