Commuting with Nature / 14.04.2008

Gotta get off, gonna get, hafta to get off from this ride Gotta get hold, gonna get, need to get hold of my pride When did I get, where did I, how was I caught in this game When will I know, where will I, how will I think of my name Theme from Valley of the Dolls k.d lang Only by sheer routine can I get myself ready for work and out the door each day. I get up the same time; I eat the same cereal; I exercise the same way and I walk the same path to the subway each and every morning....

Artistic Tendencies, Commuting with Nature, Professional Auteurism / 13.01.2008

When DC's Metro unveiled a new concept car last week this logo identity mysteriously appeared. Local officials first billed DC's proposed transit system as "America's" subway when it went to Congress for financial backing. Last week the Washington Metropolitan Area Transit Authority (WMATA) unveiled designs for new subway cars that could make their appearance as early as 2013. Here in DC we've been debating seating designs for years. Should we continue with the traditional 2x2 seats? Or should we use more bench seating like New York City's system, which would allow for greater passenger capacity? The debate continues. Of greater interest...

Commuting with Nature / 04.09.2007

The day after Labor Day is known by many as Terrible Tuesday. By that time, all of the schools are back in, and the majority of people are back from their vacations. It just sort of hits all at once. Joan Morris The Virginia Department of Transportation Republican Senator Larry Craig's recent bad men's room etiquette has given people watching a bad name (be sure to scroll down to view the video at the bottom of the link). It was Terrible Traffic Tuesday. And with everyone back from their pleasant summer holidays the Metro was packed --standing room only. I looked up from my...

Commuting with Nature / 17.09.2006

Deep inside I could be him. Larry David's Curb Your Enthusiasm I was standing on the subway platform Friday afternoon, looking forward to the weekend. It started out as a normal commute home. As the train came into the station it was packed with fellow commuters. I know just where to stand to be next to the doors when the subway stops. My station is a transit point between three lines so there are always a lot of people exiting and getting onto the train. When the doors opened two people stood just inside the car clogging the exit points. And they...

Commuting with Nature / 26.06.2006

Sardines. Every morning subway commuters are packed into overcrowded tins like generic and anonymous fish. The only way out of these cans is through three small doors. And by the time I'm ready for my exit there's almost no way out. I'm lucky. I get on at the beginning of the subway line so I can usually sit close to the egress. This gives me a front row seat as human nature typically unfolds; when people get on the train they mass at the exits rather than moving out of the way towards the center of the car. The closer...

Commuting with Nature / 20.04.2006

Sometimes a morning commute is just a morning commute. But on special days the egalitarian nature of mass transit puts you front and center --right in front with those "special people" making the news. This morning I saw John Bolton, the U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations, on the subway. Washington is like Hollywood. You never know who you're going to run into. And when you do nonchalance is required. No fawning or whispering is allowed. You know them but you must never acknowledge them, not until the celeb or politico is out of sight. If you disagree with...

Commuting with Nature / 05.04.2006

The DC Metro Finds New Revenue in a Tunnel. Click the image above to start. (Quicktime, 2.1 MB) Washington's subway system is slowly falling apart. After 30 years the Metro is showing its age. The system needs a huge overhaul. But with no extra cash that's becoming harder to accomplish. I’m already paying $6 a day to ride the subway back and forth to work. My commutes are overcrowded and prone to frequent technical breakdowns. Without additional support I will soon be paying more --a lot more. For years the Metro rejected any thought of allowing commercial ads for...

Barely Socially Acceptable, Commuting with Nature / 24.02.2006

You can't hear me? I CAN HEAR YOU!Yes I can. Brenda, I am on the subway. I can't be doing that! When people make public spectacles of themselves I get embarrassed. Why me? Watching a scorned lover let her philanderer have it on the Jerry Springer Show immediately causes my hands to cover my eyes. I must protect myself and this is my instinctive automatic response. Hands to ears would be better but my body doesn't always listen to me. I could turn off the TV, but of course I don't. There is something visceral about open displays like this. Schadenfraude. ...

Barely Socially Acceptable, Commuting with Nature / 18.12.2005

Amber, this is Glenn I'm in the Metro on my way in I need an email to go out now! . An early morning snow had forced the federal government to open two hours late. The respite from AM bureaucracy did not prevent countless worker bees from their appointed tasks. Conference calls from home circumvented any disconnect Mother Nature could hand out. Workflow could not and would not be stopped by a mere three inch layer of slush. Subject line: "Update from Glenn" No, make that "Good news from Glenn" Yes, good news. I slowly reached for my notebook and pen while we waited for the next train....

Commuting with Nature / 16.08.2005

Some of the enhanced security is visible to our customers and at the same time, much is not, and that's exactly the way it is designed to be. Polly Hanson Metro Transit Police Chief Taking public transportation often provides its own entertainment. But unlike New York's subway with its Latino-to-Classical music performances (to say nothing of its standup salesmen and vocalists on the ride uptown), DC's Metro is pretty damn tame. No underground music and Metro's clientele are usually button-down and subdued all the way downtown. It's nice to be noticed. So, when, in between the second and third stops on my commute, a...