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You know those days where you feel as if you’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and just generally feel a bit shitty and sick?
It must be my turn.
You know those days where you feel as if you’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and just generally feel a bit shitty and sick?
It must be my turn.
The London Tube and the New York City Subway really have some pretty humourous announcements. To pass the time, here are some courtesy of goingunderground.net:
“The Top 10 train announcements”
1. “This is Knightsbridge Station… All change here for Mr. Al-Fayed’s little corner shop.”
2. “I am very sorry about my language. I have been sacked. You will have another driver at Fulham Broadway.
3. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry for the delay. I have just been informed this is due to people on the roof of the train ahead. Yes, you are probably thinking some of the things I am, but that’s what I’ve been told.
4. “I keep telling you not to not enter the middle carriage as it has been sealed off. Somebody has puked in it.”
5. “I apologise for the delays to your service this evening. This is due to… well, it’s just a crap service, isn’t it?”
6. “Would the lady going down the escalator please lower her umbrella, it doesn’t rain underground.”
7. “Covent Garden has been closed due to overcrowding. Please alight at Leicester Square and wander around aimlessly with your huge rucksacks until you get to your destination. You never know, they might install escalators one day.”
8. “When the gentleman on Platform 4 has finished with his phone conversation, would he kindly tell us how he gets mobile-phone service down here when the rest of us can’t? Thank you.”
9. “To the hilarious gentleman who just showed me his bum: can I suggest that you join a gym or go on a diet before waving it around in the future.”
10. “We apologise for the late departure from Norwich which was a result of the driver having had his car clamped.”
Haha, ah city living.
I’ve been reading a lot of articles lately (hooray political junkies!) on the Democratic primaries, and there has been an amazing array of ideas, thoughts, hypotheses, speculation and analysis about Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. Most of my friends know the candidate I support, but I am really interested over how every facet of their lives is scrutinized to the smallest detail. It’s almost like watching a complicated soap drama, but with real world effects. There’s so much I want to say about the primaries, “newsworthy” election coverage and of course the candidates, but that would entail this post to be absurdly too long. However, upon reading a long article in New York Magazine, I think they profile the supporters of the two main presidential candidates in a rather sufficient manner. Here’s the excerpt below:
If you find yourself drawn to the Clinton candidacy, you likely believe that politics is politics, that partisanship isn’t transmutable, that Republicans are for the most part irredeemable. You suspect that talk of transcendence amounts to humming “Kumbaya” past the graveyard. You believe that progress comes only with a fight, and that Clinton is better equipped than Obama (or maybe anyone) to succeed in the poisonous, fractious environment that Washington is now and ever shall be. You ponder the image of Bill as First Laddie and find yourself smiling, not sighing or shrieking.
If you find yourself swept up in Obamamania, on the other hand, you regard this assessment as sad, defeatist, as a kind of capitulation. You’re perfectly aware that politics is often a dirty business. But you believe it could be a bit cleaner, a bit nobler, a bit more sustaining. You think that paradigm shifts can happen, that the system can be rebooted. Most of all, an attraction to Obama indicates you are, on some level, a romantic. You never had your JFK, your MLK, and you desperately crave one: What you want is to fall in love.
What an interesting presidential election season indeed.
I finally understand what the hell is going on with the markets these days. It’s all so clear.
I’m still awake, so it’s still Monday to me.
I still have this void-like emptiness in my stomach, and no I’m not hungry.
I just want to wish all my peers a good semester.
Happy MLK Day.
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”
(That last part always touches me.)