We got here kind of late, but better than never.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
From The New York Times:
The Flakes That Never Managed to Fall
Predictions had called for the possibility of the first significant snowfall in the city since February 1976, when all of an inch fell.
At least it didn't happen...yet. If it snows AFTER we leave, I'll be very happy for the giddy residents.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Bus vs. Motorcycle: This is why you shouldn't tailgate or cut a bus or cross double white lines in the tunnel.
Buses to/from Port Authority Bus Terminal are subject to delays up to 30 minutes due to accident in Lincoln Tunnel. NJT Rail is cross honoring to/from NY Penn.
Sent: 7:46 AM
Bus service to/from PABT subject to 30-60 minute delays due to accident in Lincoln Tunnel. Buses will be diverted to Secaucus. NJT trains are cross-honoring.
Sent: 7:55 AM
Buses to/from PABT subject to 45-60 minute delays due to accident. Buses will be diverted to Secaucus, Newark Penn, and Hoboken. NJT & Path are cross-honoring.
Sent: 8:34 AM
Bus service to/from PABT subject to 30-45 minute delays due to earlier accident. Buses are no longer being diverted, except those already en route.
Sent: 10:34 AM
Bus service to/from PABT subject to 15-30 minute delays due to earlier accident in Lincoln Tunnel.
Sent: 11:36 AM
Just got into work at 11:30 a.m. I saw the alert at 8 a.m. about buses and a motorcycle being in an accident inside the tunnel. I tried to wait it out, then left at 10:30 on the bus. (The bus driver said there were still 2 hour delays.) Took the ferry in. Took the ferry bus to 50th and 6th.
What I learned:
- The ferry can be the only civilized way to commute sometimes. So it's still about an hour to get in via ferry if I made it a daily thing. For $8.50, it was worth not dealing with the PATH and railroad madness that was NJTransit's solution to a closed tunnel, but it was definitely not worth being an everyday kind of thing. $8.50 ONE WAY.
- Being late can be good to avoid bad things. Being early or on time to anything is not worth the effort unless you're saving lives or solving something really important that can't wait if you are late. Also, ever since 9/11, it just reminds me that anyone working in the area who was late to work that day, well it probably saved their lives. I woke up early and was going to take a 7:30 bus in to start on some work because I was up anyway. I could have been stuck in that mess. I would have been insanely angry.
- Work-life balance. I stayed until 7pm last night working on a project the editor isn't even treating as a priority (it has to go to the printer tomorrow!), so I feel a little justified in avoiding the mess this morning's commute was for NJTransit customers and fellow-tunnel travelers. So instead of rushing in, I finished my freelance work that I would have had to stay late working on anyway. Now I just need to organize my stuff to be on vacation for two work days and look forward to hopefully good traveling karma.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
A lot of my friends are turning thirty this year. It's terrifying, I think.
I need ideas for gifts. In particular the birthday girl this weekend is a middle school English teacher, has the greatest laugh ever, loves Pride and Prejudice and Colin Firth and all that kind of good stuff. She also likes board games, yummy food, and books besides Pride and Prejudice too.
Have you seen anything cute on the Internet that you wish someone would gift you? I am at a loss. I went through a few of my feeds and have not stumbled across anything awesome.
The best presents I received from her was for my high school graduation. She gave me an assortment of caffeine (sodas and teas and coffee) and a letter full of advice. For college she gave me a copy of Yay, You!
They were perfect gifts. I need a good one. I think a good gift is the only way to not feel so depressed about getting so old.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Pepperidge Farm Verona Apricot Raspberry Distinctive Cookies,
how I heart thee.
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the apricot and raspberry and rich buttery cookie
my mouth can reach,
when feeling too stressed out to be nice and graceful,
while yelling in my mind at people for being idiots.
I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need,
by fluorescent and computer light.
I love thee freely, as much as leggings and a drawstring dress allows.
I love thee purely, as the filtered water I drink.
I love thee with a passion put to use to avoid little fires throughout my day.
In sad times, and when I'm daydreaming about things I used to do as a kid.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose when I press your shimmering pool of fruit against my tongue to the roof of my mouth and you crumble.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, and tears of all my life!
And, if God or my stomach choose, I shall but love thee better after your bag is empty.