Well for those of us who live in Boston and ride the T - if what the T gives can be called rides and not "a fuck" - we know that today, the last day of the 2010 World Cup, the C and D lines disintegrated at Kenmore Station. The wormholes have been closed by rebels on the other side, the MBTA officials said. Tourists with Hebrew Red Sox hats and body-length shopping bags were let loose into the bus station, where they ran back and forth into walls and other people and lampposts. A greenline worker (in civilian clothing!) shouted about Armageddon and threw herself in front of oncoming buses and transformed them into shuttles, space shuttles, that would take the tourists away to a place they would be forced to forget. Meanwhile I tried to pretend that I didn't know someone who I definitely did, and he kept screaming, "What bus are you?!" in the raucous Portuguese style. A middle-aged fortune teller took the opportunity to hand out pamphlets. And that's when it came to me: I should blog this shit.
Daily ramblings? Probably weekly, then monthly, then I'll just forget and end up watching the whole series of Law and Order: SVU, AGAIN. There are worse ways to pass the time, I think, and I can recommend some kick-ass episodes.
But ramblings just the same. (That might be a Herman Melville quote, now that I think of it)
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