Subway

A New York City subway car is about the only mode of transportation I know that never has a carrying limit.

After packing up our things, Megan and I were up at the crack of dawn heading towards the Q46 bus stop. Walking down the streets of Queens isn't something I would recommend but the stop was just a few blocks from campus. The weather was nice, a cool breeze lit the air as cars wizzed by us along Union Turnpike. I wheeled my backpack along, the wheels scraping and catching on every nick in the concrete sidewalk. What a mistake it was to bring that thing to school. The handle was way too short saying that it was made for a 5th grader and it made the loudest sound ever as it rolled along (guessing I was an alarm clock for half of Queens as I rolled that thing by).

The bus ride to the Kew Gardens subway was fairly uneventful. We got a seat on the bus which is actually a rare commodity. The ride was the normal herky jerky experience as it always is, slamming on the breaks to avoid collisions and swerving to miss crazy New York City drivers.

When we arrived at the subway everyone descended the stairs and took their places along the platform. The E train arrived momentarily. Megan and I boarded. The train was fairly spacious which was to my surprise but about two stops later the subway car turned into a living breathing sardine can. I was pressed up against the doors, as a small asian lady was somehow crushed in behind me, acting as my own personal beanbag chair, but she didn't seem to mind.

The car was a cesspool. A murky, breathing, sweating cesspool. Somehow breathing someone else's air is just a strange feeling. If one person had a cold, we all had a cold. If one person had the flu, we all had the flu. Hell, if that fat guy in the middle of everything decided to bust ass, we might all be dead (okay maybe an exaggeration, but who knows).

To make a long story short, were on the bus, not public transportation but the actual bus. We're headed to Wilkes-Barre where the parents hopefully will be waiting. Really looking forward to being home. Looking forward to seeing my parents, looking forward to seeing my sisters (who are probably viewing this blog, if you are don't read too much into it :p), and I am looking forward to returning to the green of the countryside.

Til Next Time,

Bhoov

Progression of the Internet

The things that pop into my head in the hours before sleep I just can't explain, so don't ask me to. For some reason the internet was the topic of the night in my fantasy bound world implanted between my two ears. I just couldn't help but wonder what people did before the internet. If two people got into an arguement about something factual, how did they ever settle it? Lets just say that person A gets into an arguement with person B. Person A swears that the dinosaur they saw earlier in the day was blue, where person B can't emphasize enough that the particular dinosaur is in fact orange. Did they just go on arguing until one of them got tired and just gave up?

Then the power of the internet came along, the "World Wide Web". Facinating. Somehow now people would actually know the answers to questions without having to get on their horse and ride 20 miles to the nearest library. All they had to do was click on a little icon and wait as the sounds of alien language invaded their PCs (the sound that everyone knows, but no one can explain so I did my best). This power was great, however their were restrictions when using the mighty tool. When "online" (cool new word), the internet gods took away the use of the telephone. I'm sure at first the people of the time thought "hell no I'm not giving up the phone while I'm on the internet. How will I ever communicate with people." O if people only knew.

Then, the CABLE MODEM came along, which allowed for people to be online (still said as though being pronounced incorrectly) AND be able to use their phones. The best catch of this new magic box was that the alien noises were no longer needed. So people were now truely believers, "Wait, so your'e telling me that the Intranett (people were afraid to spell the word correctly in fear of the power of the internet) is just waiting for me on my computer? AND I can like...call people while I'm online (finally fully accepted in the English language).

Like I said, don't ask...just come back again

Thanks
Bhoov