so while at diona's we played reality 2.0 and watched an inconvenient truth which did a fantastic job of expressing how goddamn big the rest of the world is, particularly the part about the banning of CFCs and its positive effect on the ozone layer. it made me less sad than i thought it would.

when i was leaving i saw a man sitting in his car, parked in front of a bar, periodically opening the door to vomit on the street. and i was worried that he was drunk and was going to drive away and get into an accident. so i did my civic duty and called up 311 and let them know what was going down. i hope he didn't get in trouble for being plastered, but i also hope that no one got hurt. at least i did something.

i love an empty bus.

the train i got through most of while watching early edition, and there were a bunch of asian people on the train. it was a little weird. i took off my headphones to consciously absorb as the train got more full - there was someone who looked like an incredibly homosexual version of my canadian cousin, among a group that included someone with a huge beard and nasty long blonde hair, a girl with cornrows who at first was wearing a hat with a big yarn mohawk, and several sleepy couples who looked straight out of a prom. there were conspicuous amounts of high heels abound. weirdest of all, there was a thirtysomething couple who kept staring at the ceiling, cuddled up with each other, who made a public very display of affection as one got off - one stop before the other. that first group - they were discussing life and love like it was some slacker movie/romantic comedy, sort of like clerks, but with fewer movie references and way more annoying. there was one girl who seemed to know someone in a separate but similar group of young folks who had ridiculously nice short fiery hair and had shoes with zippers on them. i love female fashion.

so there's that.

down the red line there were a lot of comparatively faceless white people who bizarrely got off the train further south than i, and then the usual breed of southsiders who are either sleeping on the train, or have terrible teeth, or like to hold up the train until their conversation is completed, or who are advertising their public access TV show (what? that's a new one). on the back was an ad for a CD store that also sold underground videos of rap battles and street fights.

there is something to the late night culture on the train, i will tell you that.
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