Ugh. Just get it over with already so we can go on with our lives realizing that this is not the end of the world. This is a followup to SUBWAYblogger’s recent post on this subject that became quite the source of debate. The vote to cut the program has been delayed. However, there are [...]Read More
Ugh. Just get it over with already so we can go on with our lives realizing that this is not the end of the world. This is a followup to SUBWAYblogger’s recent post on this subject that became quite the source of debate.
The vote to cut the program has been delayed. However, there are a lot of issues at hand here.
One (not the biggest, so f-ing relax) of the issues has to do with high school kids being able to apply for the high school of their choice. I think it is a great idea. I wish it existed when I was in high school. I would have loved the opportunity to attend the high school of my choice.
However, when given the opportunity to make my choice, I would not be pissed if my community said it was my responsibility to get myself there, or my parent’s responsibility.
Because I could go to the school that is much closer to me if I choose.
As parents, you have two main choices here:
Figure out a way to get your kid to school. Should be among your most important tasks in life. No joke.
Pick a closer school and make it your mission in life to make that school a better place.
The transportation issue is an issue because the schools in many areas blow. They are terrible. Naturally, you’d want your kid to go across town or to another borough to the better school.
But what about fixing the school near you?
If parents gave a crap, and actually banded together to make the school in their neighborhood a better place, it would not be such a major issue.
Instead they would rather bitch and moan that they cannot continue to rely on the MetroCard welfare program to get their kids to a better school.
I get it. That school near you sucks. But it sucks because your community let it suck. The parents with kids in that school did not say, “Hey, this is f-ed up and we are going to fix it.”
Get off your asses and fix the problem.
Show me a parent that decides to take matters in to their own hands. The mom that demands the schools be safer, and bugs the crap out of the administration to make it better. Or the father that volunteers to coach basketball at the high school even though his kids aren’t even old enough to attend high school yet. Or the community that bands together to repaint the graffiti on the walls of the school. And the parents that demand teachers that give a crap.
Those are the parents that deserve a FREE MetroCard for their kids to attend a better school until they are able to finish the fight to make their own school better.
If you are not one of those parents, you’ve got no room to complain.
Secondly, there should be a process for kids that have worthless parents to get themselves some MetroCard support. It isn’t their fault that they were born by losers.
Let the comment frenzy begin. If you disagree, all the better. Twitter and Facebook all your friends on over to tell me what an a-hole I am. Bring it on.
Is anyone else having a real bitch of a time with the turnstiles the last few days? I feel like a complete moron.
It all culminated with today when I swiped so much that I lost my fare.
I’m hoping that the guy in charge of cleaning the MetroCard slots is on vacation or something. At my home stop, I have yet to swipe through on the first shot since last Tuesday.
I figured it was my card. Luckily, my card ran out on Thursday night, so I got a brand new one Friday morning. Same damn problem.
Today I nearly lost my mind. I swiped about 10 times, then out of nowhere the turnstile said that my card was “just used.” Yet, I still couldn’t push though.
I had to go to the damn booth and get them to let me in.
Subway maintenance cuts must be getting underway. Lovely.
If you’re bored, frustrated or just plain fed up with your daily journey on the subway to work and back, what better way to lift your spirits than with a little bit of art to muse over?
The MTA Arts for Transit commissions enable well-established and emerging artists across the United States to gain the attention of hundreds and thousands of city-dwellers and travelers, from unique light boxes to striking posters.
Why limit the showcasing of talented artists to boxed-in art galleries and fancy websites? Subway Art could just be the way forward as millions of people around the world are gagging for something to catch their eye to make their mundane journeys more exciting. The art designs could even give people something more to talk about than late running trains and the forever increasing fares.
Exhibitions across various locations, including the New York City Transit and Long Island Rail Road, include permanent art and rotating presentations. This gives a number of artists the opportunity to have their work displayed within some of the most visited areas across the country. It also means that subway users and staff can expect to see frequent visual changes to keep them on their toes.
What was once seen as graffiti plastered over the bare walls of subway and train stations, has now fast become a unique form of expression that provides something a little more interesting than mere advertisements splattered around.
Across the pond in cultural Europe, the London Underground has been commissioning art and design since 1908. Building on this tradition, a new legacy of art is presented across the Tube network. The large and small scale projects have provided much fascination to customers and staff alike, connecting the history of Transport for London with its ever-evolving future.
So, next time you’re sitting on the Subway, wondering what to have for dinner or why the guy next to you insists on playing his music so loud, take a look at the art around you; each commissioned piece is there for you to interpret in any way that you choose and is likely to give a different perspective each time you look at it.
Subway Art goes miles with you so why not give it a thought? Enhancing the way that we travel in a busy world, the art and design that you will see connects a whole series of themes, from contemporary interpretations of modern day living to decorative attempts to preserve the past.
Tripbase eliminates the time-consuming and frustrating online search process by providing travelers with personalized travel recommendations for their next trip.
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Your thoughts on the new MTA website?
I’m just glad it stepped out of 1998. It’s a massive improvement that was long overdue.
I’m also interested to see how accurate that little service status widget is in the middle of the page. Will it get updated right away when trains are being diverted? Will a simple “sick passenger” even cause an alert? Or does a whole line need to be backed up? Guess we’ll see.
And they should make that widget embeddable on other sites such as *cough cough* SUBWAYblogger. Area news sites would also embed it in their sites. It is in the MTA’s best interest to make this information as widely available as possible. They should make something like that available.
I’m a fan of the new site.
So let’s hear your thoughts on the cutting of free and reduced fares for NYC Students.
Personally, I’m torn. I can see how it is something that students should have. Then again, times are tough. I think that everyone needs to chip in. I guess I’m on both sides of the issue.
Here’s some things I do know.
1) “I have three kids. How am I supposed to afford buying them each a MetroCard.”
Nothing makes my blood boil more than this one. It’s the same excuse used for not having to pay for many services.
Here’s an idea: Keep your legs closed, get on the pill, put on a condom, and stop pumping out children. The fact that poor people have more than one kid is absolutely amazing to me. I can understand making a mistake and having a kid. However, once you’ve realized the difficulties (personally and financially) of having a kid without the income to support it, what the hell business do you have birthing more? Grow the F up.
I don’t want to hear that you have so many children you can’t afford to pay for stuff on your own. That’s a problem YOU created.
2) I love this quote from this NBC post:
Samad Ahmed, 16, who takes the N Train to get to school in The Flatiron District, put it this way: “I mean we’re in a recession. I don’t know how you expect my Dad, who drives a car for a living and works real hard to keep us fed, to take on another burden. It’s unfair.”
Yeah Samad…another burden like YOU.
3) My kid will have to walk too far.
Well, you’re kid is fat. It will be good for them. If they’ve got to walk 30 blocks to school, great. They need it.
I could go on, but I’ll let you pick it up from here.
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Editor’s Note: This guest post submitted by Amanda Green. No, this isn’t the new, softer side of SUBWAYblogger. But it is a nice subway related story.
When I broke up with my ex-boyfriend Cade, he left my apartment without hugging goodbye, walked down Central Park West, and disappeared.
For months, I’d look out for him as I walked around the Upper West Side. We didn’t live all that far apart – my feet must have covered his tracks myriad times. Then he started working at an office downtown near mine.
But we never saw each other again.
Last Friday, I rushed through the turnstile as the subway pulled into the station. I got on a car farther back from the one I usually ride. The train doors closed. I sat and opened a book.
The train stopped. I kept reading. The train stopped. I looked around. The train started, got to a station, and stopped. The conductor announced that there was a delay due to a sick passenger.
I sat and kept reading until the train was taken out of service.
Over the loudspeaker, the announcer yelled to exit. To take the 1 downtown, which wouldn’t get me where I needed to be.
I got out with a sigh and saw Cade. Speaking of not getting where you needed to be…
Two years ago, I broke up with him, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Cade was the first serious adult relationship I ever had. He made me want normal things that feel crazy when you’re 22 – kids, a house, only one man the rest of my life.
It was new and impulsive and painful. We stayed up too late and together too long. We could never be friends after everything that happened.
Sometimes I thought maybe we’d never really been friends. I told him once I’d just realized we’d never talked about God. Did he believe in a He? Why didn’t I know? He shrugged and said, “Sometimes I feel like I just can’t talk to you.”
Cade and I stood on the platform a few feet apart and said hello. He’s now a strange familiar. Like one of those nameless guys you ride the elevator with each day, some neighbor you hear crying through the bedroom wall.
We talked about the sick passenger and the nature of time.
He said, “I can’t believe this isn’t awkward.”
“Believe me, any hard feelings I ever had have been passed down to someone else,” I replied.
We laughed, and I said, “I’m learning your voice again.” I used to hear it in my sleep.
When the 1 train came, we stood next to each other. We creeped downtown and later saw the 2 train back in service across the platform. We quickly dashed to it and sat next to each other.
I told him this would make an excellent short story, but we needed the tension to rise. Something needed to happen. Perhaps a revelation.
Cade shrugged, and I explained it could be someone else’s revelation. It didn’t have to be one of ours.
We agreed to meet again Sunday.
He bought dinner even when I offered to split it, and then we went to this place a block over for some drinks.
We sat across from each other and Cade said, “I think TBID made a huge mistake when he broke up with you.” I know he doesn’t like me enough to feel he has to say that, so it meant a lot.
As the night wore on, we talked about the separate failed relationships that followed the one we had.
People didn’t love us enough to stay. People said one thing and did another.
When you break up with someone, you sometimes have these fantasies of seeing them again and not giving a damn. This often occurs while listening to Gloria Gaynor.
You see yourself months healed, looking good. Wearing clothes you don’t own. Or clothes you own that suddenly fit you better.
Your ex-love looks the same, not better without you. He or she looks at you longingly as you smile, unfettered by grief or regret.
This fantasy will soothe you in three-minute intervals.
But here’s what really happens: You’ll find each other again randomly. You’ll probably be wearing nothing special. You’ll be exhausted from staying up too late the night before.
Your ex-love will look how you recall, but will gaze at you with more curiosity than longing.
He’ll look pleased to stumble upon the girl who ripped his heart out a few years ago. Then stomped on it. Then blogged about how she stomped on it.
Later, you’ll sit across from each other in the dark and laugh. You’ll remind him he called you fat. He’ll look pained.
He’ll get something off his chest he should’ve said years ago. You would’ve cared then, but now it’s fine. No big deal.
You’ll tell him funny ways he haunted you. He’ll mention that weird sound you used to make.
No one wants exactly those things back. But something like them with someone else someday would be nice.
Afterward, you’ll wait at the subway together for your separate trains. He’ll ask if he can pick the lint off your fuzzy black hat. You’ll say yes.
You’ll look like friends.
His train will arrive. This time he’ll hug you goodbye.
Hey gang. Long time, no post. I know…total dick move. We’re working on making a major comeback for 2010.
A lot went on in our personal lives the last few months including our company getting diverted to a major new project (unrelated to SUBWAYblogger). But we promise, we’ll be back very soon.
We’ll be making some posts over the holidays and then get back into the regular groove riiiiigh quick. Just like the old days.
Thanks for hanging in there, buddy.
The MTA is continuing their quest to teach us barbaric New Yorkers some morals. Of course, they are exactly the right team of folks to be in charge of such an endeavor.
In their latest batch of subway car advertisements, a sign clearly illustrates that it is “the right thing to do” when you get up and give your seat to a person with diabilities. Plus, IT IS THE LAW. Oooooo the law.
I think SUBWAYblogger’s policy on the whole seat issue has been well established. However, to sum it up, if you are spry enough to drag your ass down the stairs from street level, stand in the 100 degree heat on the platform waiting for the train, and navigate the flood of people getting on/off the train, you’re good enough to stand. If you failed any part of that scenario, you probably didn’t make it on the train alive.
There’s a very rare group of exceptions to this rule, so chances are you won’t see me giving up a seat.
But that’s not my point.
Back to the signs.
Is it not a bit presumptive that every person with disabilities wants a seat on the train? If you’re sitting in once of those specially noted seats, you’re obligated to get up by L-A-W. Doesn’t that cause a certain level of indignity to be bestowed upon these people?
It’s like asking the woman in line at the grocery store when the baby is due only to find out that she’s not at all pregnant. Oops.
Isn’t getting up to let the guy with the cane sit down the same thing.
“Hey you with the gimpy leg, come take my seat so I don’t get a ticket from the humanity police.”
You actually see it happen a lot with old people. A guy sees and old lady get on the train and dives out of the way so she can have his seat. She is totally ok with standing, but now you’ve just pointed out to her that she clearly looks to ancient and frail to stand there on her own.
It’s all just a lot of politically correct bullshit. If someone truly can’t manage to stand, all they need to do is ask for someone’s seat.