This Fish Needs A Bicycle

damn girl, that's nasty

Nice! Very nice!

hmmm. a simply lovely expression of thoughts. whenever i get like you sound in your last two blog entries, i find that i'm restless, desperate, somewhat depressed. i find i'm in that mood now - burned out, uncentered, not in the place i should be. i wouldn't call it inconsistent as much as i'd say that i'm unhappy and am ready for a change.

You know things smell bad when your own armpit brings relief. Wowsers. I remember quite vividly those days of living in NYC and that 'smell'...especially at Time Square waiting for the 1/9. Ew.

I'm sending sugar, vanilla, freesia, melon, cedar...all good smells your way.

You write really, really well; this is something I want to read again. I will come back. Cheers.

We don't have trains, but I deal with the same kind of thing on the bus most days.
That is when I put my shirt over my nose and breath through it....therefore scenting the air with my body spray.

ugh, and now there's snow coming down sideways as i stare out the window at 43rd and 6th ave. not a pretty sight.

Irises smell like root beer? Wow. I am going to plant me some of those. Now, I'm thirsty for root beer. I first typed toot beer. That was funny. Now I am giggling. Toot beer. I can't stop giggling. Time for lunch!

Wish for worms. Thanks for naming my new album.

I've got sideways snow at 185th Street, too.

As usual, well-written, good eye for detail, etc...I give it a thumbs-up. Or more appropriately, a thumbs-up-your-nose, so you don't have to smell the vileness anymore.

And BTW, if all you get in your back is an ELBOW? Count yourself lucky....

were it not cause it's so beautifully written I don't think we would have fully grasped the seriousness of the situation...
But I recognize that situation too well...this is the reason why i walk to work no matter how bad it is outside!

Oh, how that made me miss NYC.

Love this post....*LOVE* it.

I always look forward to reading you!

Very nice.

This was fabulous. ab fab!

wish for worms. i can't wait to hear the album.

excellent as always. you keep me coming back every day (and being slightly paranoid as i am, whenever i check and you haven't posted yet i always think "damn. she knows i'm lurking, and she's not going to post." how's that for selfcentered?).

thanks.

train juice? TRAIN JUICE?

thanks for the visual, fish. thanks a lot.

* dumps oj down the sink *

I think this entire blog was just your excuse to use that pickle analogy you thought of a while back :)

So vivid! I felt like I was on that train with you, desperate to be anywhere else. I feel your pain girl! I enjoy your blog.

The metro in Paris can get FUN-KY on humid days.

Okay, I'm sorry to druge out the old French-smelly stereotype, but IT EXISTS FOR A REASON. (Plus, they're my family. I'm allowed).

i so enjoyed that, especially the fly-eyed window screens :) reminded me of looking out my bedroom window on a rainy day, wanting to go outside to play. thanks!

Thats' nothing compared to the time when a man jerked off on me on a Busy F train!

Excellent writing. You brought that completely to life for me. And I have never ridden on a subway, or been to NYC. My husband is trying to talk me into going there...so I'm going to have him read your post. I don't need to see it, I can experience it thru you, and Greek Tragedy.
I look forward to each of your posts.
Oh, and Mrsmogul? OMG!!!

I feel just like one of those pickles.

Heather, have you seen what's going on over at Dooce?

Love the pickle juice!!

nice.

This is beautiful.

There are so many people living in the city, there should really be a more effective way of getting everyone to work instead of having them packed in a train like sardines. Whatever happened to the segway, I thought that could have been a good option, I mean to just have a line of rotating segways going from downtown all the way to uptown in circles all day, and you would see al in of people in their segways going to their respected places. Wouldnt that be so much better?

thank you for giving me just one more reason not to live in the big city.

That's why you should move downtown. Perhaps colder during winter, but you don't have that absurdly crowded 6 train or southbound 1/9. You can also find a taxi even on a rainy day most of the time. Nice blog, but needs more pics of hot women.

Reading this reminded of riding the L train when I was in high school. I KNEW you were gonna mention the breathing on the neck part before I even read it! And still they want to raise the fares even more...I just don't get it.

You are a favorite of mine. I'll be back. BTW, I live in Chicago and it doesn't smell much better here, so you're not alone.

This really was a beautiful piece; very picturesque and lots of great images. Poetry. Which is what I thought of when you described the misery of being on the train, packed in all those people. What if, very softly, you sang a song? What if you recited a short poem in a soft voice, to yourself? Sure, they would all think you were crazy (which might make them step back a pace, giving you more breathing room, so not such a bad idea) but I was thinking more along of the lines of loosing something beautiful into the air to chase away the grey drizzled mindset of a rainy day.

Thanks again for a beautiful post.