Monday, December 27, 2010

Reader submission from my favorite mathemetician

You may have noticed that I haven't been posting lately. I have a good reason. I have pneumonia. I'm feeling pretty miserable, but here is a little something from my friend Xander that made me feel better:

Please feel better soon
Nobody likes dead lawyers
Or at least not us

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Day 238: Pitter-Patter

Small scampering feet
And greasy pink worm-like tails
Flit across the tracks

Day 237: Seasons Greetings from the F Train

We squish together
Wrapped in coats like ornaments
Waiting for Christmas

I'm full of the holiday spirit, but the next guy who shoves me on the train gets his chestnuts roasted on an open fire.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Day 236: Bling

With a rock like that
I'm surprised that you don't limp
From the extra weight

I figured people with diamond rings that big took Town Cars to get around. Maybe she was slumming it -- you know, seeing how the unwashed masses live.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Day 235: Unsolicited Advice

She reads her torts text
"Drop out now!" I silently
Scream through my tight smile

Why on earth are people still going to law school? So they too can end up a in crippling debt and trying to make ends meet by working a temporary holiday retail job?

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Day 234: A Memory

Nimble fingers fly
Hastily knitting in a
Filthy Queens sweatshop

This is an issue that has been important to me ever since I got lost in Flushing many years ago and wandered into a sweatshop to ask for directions. For more of my admittedly long-winded thoughts on this subject, check this out.

Day 233: Again

On an icy day
Bodies wrapped in battered coats
Crouch on subway grates

I write about the things I see. Sometimes I hate the things I see because I do not have any power to change them.

Day 232: High of 29

The chill violence
Of a biting winter wind
Browbeats the have-nots

It also helps me to remember that despite my difficulties, I am a very, very lucky woman.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Day 231: Undercover

A young woman weeps
Hiding her face and her tears
In a long brown scarf

She got on at Bergen Street during rush hour and sat next to me. She buried her face, but it quickly became apparent that she was crying. And not just whimpering a little -- really crying. After a few moments, I felt compelled to ask if she was okay (since she obviously wasn't). She gave me a watery smile and told me that it was just one of those days. I understood. I had her day three days ago. The only difference is that my scarf was purple.

Day 230: A Warning

Just because I'm small
Doesn't mean you can push me
So back off jackass

Men love to push me around. And I don't mean that metaphorically: grown men, often wearing business suits, enjoy physically shoving me on both subway and sidewalk. At least, I assume they enjoy it since it happens so often. I'm fairly petite, but I have a prodigious temper -- and one of these days I'm going to lose it. I can see the headlines now: Businessman Undergoes Briefcase Removal Surgery After Subway Ride Turns Deadly.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Day 229: Diamonds are forever

If his Jesus bling
Is all that he says it is
I'll mug him myself

After a long day of work and train trouble, I had the good fortune having to stand very close to man who picked a noisy and very one-sided fight with the train motorman. This performance culminated in an exaggerated waving of a navel-length diamond necklace with a diamond-encrusted Jesus head on it (try though I might, I can't find a picture of anything as appalling as the real thing online -- but this video is pretty close). He was loudly proclaiming that the necklace was all diamonds. Well, his actual words were "this shit's real, yo! It takes you a year to make what I make in a week!" followed by a lot of incoherent rambling and necklace-swinging. It's always advisable to yell about your valuables on a crowded subway platform.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Day 228: Bodies, heavenly and terrestrial

Scrambling commuters
Immune to the grace of a
Celestial ceiling

I am currently working a very pleasant temporary job at the holiday fair at Grand Central Terminal, one of the most beautiful spots in New York City. Sure, it's annoying to dodge the bumbling tourists when you have someplace to be, but can you blame them for wanting to stargaze at the gorgeous (and newly refurbished) Sky Ceiling?

Furthermore, if you're like me and Intrepid Boyfriend, you appreciate the value of a cheap (by NYC standards) date. If you've never indulged in an ice cream cone in the Dining Concourse and then whispered sweet nothings to each other through the Guastavino whispering arch, now may be the time to try.