Beautiful day

Today, the warm, spring-like weather definitely had an effect on the population of Boston in general.

The birds were singing.
Leftover snowbanks were finally melting.
And people were...nicer.

Strangers were making chitchat on the T this afternoon, without it being creepy or weird (is that something that happens only in the Northeast? People thinking it's weird when a stranger says "hello" to you? My friend moved to the South for school, and she needed an adjustment period. She wasn't used to people stopping her on the street to say "howdy.")

Too bad it's back to sleeting and snowing this weekend.

This is going to sound a little nerdy, but I'm always fascinated by the "wind tunnel" effect on the Red Line. When I was going down the T stop stairs in Cambridge this afternoon, I was met with so much resistance by the wind blowing up from the tunnel, and down from the weather, that I would have blown away if I had a parachute attached to my backpack.

Universal Hub / Today on the MBTA

Wow! Seems like I got linked on Universal Hub. <>Verrrry niiice.< / borat >

I read a few of the comments and a few persnickety people pointed out that all us T bloggers seem to do is complain on the Interwebs without ever notifying the MBTA. Well I did submit a complaint using the form on MBTA.com to no avail. I also always fill out those silly little surveys they pass out occasionally at T stops and drop them in the mail. However, usually my feedback on those surveys entails something along the lines of "WHY DID I SEE FOUR TIMES AS MANY B-LINE TRAINS GO BY ME DOWNTOWN TODAY BEFORE A C-LINE SHOWED UP"

Anywho, today's commute home to Brookline was the standard, except for the medical emergency at Arlington. I had just hopped onto the train and was standing by the driver on the second car when his radio blew up. Someone on the train in front of us had passed out, and the driver of that train sounded very concerned. Since I was standing right there I could hear "Command Central" (I'm not sure what the MBTA calls it) come over the radio and tell the other drivers to announce multiple times that there was a medical emergency up ahead and we'd be moving shortly. As the minutes ticked by, I looked down my train. The people who were closest to the front, and could hear the information coming over the driver's radio, were the most patient looking. Hope everything turned out okay.

Earlier in the day, I rode the Red line from Cambridge to downtown. I sat down, quietly sipping my soda and nursing the beginnings of a migraine headache when the guy sitting next to me started screaming something about the government, cops, and the fall of society. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my "happy place," which at that moment involved anywhere but that particular train, and two aspirin.

Ummm...Kenmore?

This morning was just another sardine-packed C-line train into Boston, as it always is during rush hour. I'm seriously considering asking my internship if I can come in at 10 instead of 9. Getting on the first C-line train after 9 is like a little slice of heaven. A seat waiting for you right next to the door. Light coming in through the windows. Space to breathe.

After the usual stop and go above-ground, the train headed into the tunnel and stopped at Kenmore. 10 seconds pass. Doors don't open. A business-suit guy next to me yells to the driver, "BACK DOORS!" 20 seconds pass. The train moves about 10 feet farther up the track, and then stops again. I look to the front of the train and see the doors up there aren't opening either. 30 seconds. More people start screaming "DOORS!" The train then starts up again and moves onto Hynes. Lots of grumbling and "Wait, seriously? Did the train just SKIP Kenmore?" ensue. There was no announcement made saying the left doors weren't working. I'm wondering if the T driver even noticed.

Inappropriate laughter on the T

Sent this text message last week on a crowded T, going home after another long day:

Me: Have you seen jizz in my pants?
(2 seconds later I realized I forgot to put the quote marks around the title)
My boyfriend: What?!
Me: ** The new Andy Samberg SNL digital short
My boyfriend: Oh okay, no I haven't

I tried not to giggle uncontrollably.

YouTube (they have it in HD!): The Lonely Planet - Jizz In My Pants
DL: The Lonely Planet - Jizz In My Pants [zShare / Video for iPod]

Edward Cullen on Cape Cod?

Thought this was kind of funny.

The top two stories on CNN.com right now:

And the first thought that comes to my mind?

It's a bit of a stretch, but Edward Cullen from "Twilight" and his piano skills. Is Edward composing another lullaby for Bella on Cape Cod? Or is he too busy celebrating the fact the movie based on his life far exceeded expectations and just made $70 million its first weekend?

WTG Catherine Hardwicke!

Whatever the reason, a random piano just showing up in the middle of the woods as well as the random pieces of meat that keep showing up in Framingham is pretty... random.

Stuck on the C line...

Ah. Light.

One of my favorite parts of an otherwise drab day is leaving the C line tunnel from Kenmore and pulling up to St. Mary’s Street. I don’t know why the feeling of leaving an underground tunnel and seeing the light makes me happy, especially since I don’t have claustrophobia or anything. But today it just felt awesome.

Probably because it was the exact opposite of what happened this morning on the rush hour commute. Everyone who was on a Green line outbound trains knows what I’m talking about – the collision at Boylston, how the MBTA didn’t tell anyone what was going on, the massive delays. I got on the T as usual in Brookline and the ride was going fine until we hit Kenmore. There were tons of people waiting on the platform, and they all smashed in. It was one of those you-can-barely-move-to-hold-onto-the-bar commutes. At least this time I didn’t have a person much, much shorter than me crushing my hip and making me bend sideways so I can hold onto the bar.

We moved a little bit slow and got to Hynes. Between Hynes and Copley however, the train came to a complete standstill. The guy sitting in front of me had a watch on and I saw the minutes tick by. After 10 minutes, the guy standing beside me started to get restless…kept muttering “fuck” under his breath. After 15 minutes, he was full out whining to himself. The T drivers announced once every couple minutes that there was a “situation at Boylston Street.” Finally after 20 minutes, we moved about 30 feet and pulled into the Copley station. I ran off the train, along with half the riders, just so I could move and breathe again. It was a mass exodus as we all walked down Boylston Street in a foggy drizzle and I came upon fire trucks, ambulances, and various other strobe-lighted vehicles outside the Boylston stop. I asked one of the surly campus cops outside Emerson College what happened, and finally I found out when he said two trains collided. I hope everyone's okay -- I saw a couple articles (and comments on articles) saying quite a few people were thrown to the floor of the train. I got to work (which is right by the Boylston stop) 45 minutes late.

The MBTA makes me pine for the quiet, clean, and never late trains in Japan.