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Jul. 12th, 2010 10:19 amWhen I'm riding Metro every day at rush hour (for which privilege I pay more than $10 per day), I often fantasize about keeping a Metro blog just to vent. Stuck for an hour underground in an un-airconditioned train car, late to meeting, I would have written on Thursday. All escalators out of service I would write every other day about at least one Metro stop. But I realize that the entire blog would devolve quickly into Fucking Metro... and So generally, I am very opposed to the death penalty; I even donate to anti-death penalty activist groups. However. I wish to hunt down the [cursing redacted] person who designed the Gallery Place-Chinatown Metro stop and reintroduce the practice of drawing and quartering.
As you can tell, I don't quite have the "equanimity" part of Buddhism down yet.
To take my mind off of being stuck underground yet again this morning, I read the paper. Where I discovered that while I was busy being internet-less in the mountains this weekend, Spain won the World Cup! !!!!!!!!!
I lived in northern Spain 1996-97, in the Basque Country. I remember when Bilbao Atletic (our team) won the nationals. The entire city came to a standstill, for three days. No one went to work; no one went to school. Everyone was in the street celebrating. We danced all night, waving flags, screaming "We won! We won! Atletic! Atlectic!" The streets quite literally ran with wine. There was confetti everywhere. Everyone was high on the win. It was bigger than Carnivale, and that's saying something.
*big grin* Congrats to Spain. I wish I were there to celebrate with you.
As you can tell, I don't quite have the "equanimity" part of Buddhism down yet.
To take my mind off of being stuck underground yet again this morning, I read the paper. Where I discovered that while I was busy being internet-less in the mountains this weekend, Spain won the World Cup! !!!!!!!!!
I lived in northern Spain 1996-97, in the Basque Country. I remember when Bilbao Atletic (our team) won the nationals. The entire city came to a standstill, for three days. No one went to work; no one went to school. Everyone was in the street celebrating. We danced all night, waving flags, screaming "We won! We won! Atletic! Atlectic!" The streets quite literally ran with wine. There was confetti everywhere. Everyone was high on the win. It was bigger than Carnivale, and that's saying something.
*big grin* Congrats to Spain. I wish I were there to celebrate with you.