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As a frequent rider of public transportation, I have two complaints—call them observations—about people and mass transit. First, why is it that people waiting to get on buses and trains feel compelled to stand directly in front of the door? Do they really think that standing there will let them get on first or will […] A funny thing happened on the way to this blog entry yesterday: I reviewed Burger Burger. I know why I planned on mentioning Burger Burger—it was the starting point for something else. That something else is the nature of other people. I’d declined sitting at one of the two table that were exposed in the […] It was as we were leaving the Lesbian Duo “Mosh Mosh” concert that my friend said, “I don’t know where I am.” Helpfully, one of the cute young men standing outside the bar/concert venue told him he was in Weimar. It was really an excellent evening—We’d started at the Barking Dogs United: Size Matterz gallery […] As I’ve slowly grown up, I’ve come to realize that one of the most difficult skills for people to acquire is empathy across differences and the ability to understand the lives of others. I don’t necessarily mean empathy in Bill Clinton’s “I feel your pain” sense, but in the sense that most people never understand […] My trip from Weimar to Rotterdam was memorable for all the wrong reasons. It stunk. From Weimar to Frankfurt the train was crowded and I was assigned a crappy seat across from a woman who did not smile once the entire trip. In fact, her face wasn’t even neutral. It was in a perpetual frown. […] |
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