Next time I'll try to upload the music as well.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Commuters Were Angry Back Then Too
ANGRY COMMUTER'S SUIT
Wants Damages Because Tardy Trains Made Him Late For Dinner
It's 1903. George Miller is angry that the train he regularly takes to go back home to Montclair, N.J., from downtown Manhattan is always delayed and "prevented him from having his dinner at the accustomed time." He sued the train company asking for $100, which taking into account inflation could be as much as $53,389.38 today. Not sure if he ever got his money but I hope so because it's not only his dinners that he was worried about but clearly the comfort of the "army of commuters" out there.
Some abstracts:
By the action Mr. Miller, himself a commuter of several years' standing, says he desires to spread before the world the manner in which soulless railroads conduct their commutation accomodations.
"By the reason of the failure of the said defendant to perform its agreements," he declares, "the plaintiff suffered annoyance, inconvenience, and excessive fatigue; was deprived of necessary rest and leisure, of the comfort and society of his family, that his necessary meals were delayed and their quality impaired, all ot the damage of $100."
Mr. Miller declares his is determined to press this action to a trial and says the "army of commuters" of this city is vitally interested in the result.
Wants Damages Because Tardy Trains Made Him Late For Dinner
It's 1903. George Miller is angry that the train he regularly takes to go back home to Montclair, N.J., from downtown Manhattan is always delayed and "prevented him from having his dinner at the accustomed time." He sued the train company asking for $100, which taking into account inflation could be as much as $53,389.38 today. Not sure if he ever got his money but I hope so because it's not only his dinners that he was worried about but clearly the comfort of the "army of commuters" out there.
Some abstracts:
By the action Mr. Miller, himself a commuter of several years' standing, says he desires to spread before the world the manner in which soulless railroads conduct their commutation accomodations.
"By the reason of the failure of the said defendant to perform its agreements," he declares, "the plaintiff suffered annoyance, inconvenience, and excessive fatigue; was deprived of necessary rest and leisure, of the comfort and society of his family, that his necessary meals were delayed and their quality impaired, all ot the damage of $100."
Mr. Miller declares his is determined to press this action to a trial and says the "army of commuters" of this city is vitally interested in the result.
Old Man Pushing
After letting 3 trains go by this morning "because of an earlier incident on the 7 line," we pull up in Grand Central. I get out of the train and old man pushes (You have to check out this old man pushing the floor, pretty good) me with his arm. I ask why he did push me?
Old man: Because you crossed.
me: what do you mean I cross? I don't understand. I got out of the subway. What did I cross?
Old man: You crossed the door.
me (getting angry and raising my voice): What the fuck are you talking about? What's your problem? You're old enough and wise enough you shoulnd't push women on the subway.
Old man doesn't know what to say anymore and tries to make me undertsand with hand signals that I should stop talking to him and go up the escalators.
me: You started. You pushed me. What's your fucking problem? (I like that line sometimes, makes me feel like I am in a tough movie)
What a great way to start the day. Thank you old man.
Old man: Because you crossed.
me: what do you mean I cross? I don't understand. I got out of the subway. What did I cross?
Old man: You crossed the door.
me (getting angry and raising my voice): What the fuck are you talking about? What's your problem? You're old enough and wise enough you shoulnd't push women on the subway.
Old man doesn't know what to say anymore and tries to make me undertsand with hand signals that I should stop talking to him and go up the escalators.
me: You started. You pushed me. What's your fucking problem? (I like that line sometimes, makes me feel like I am in a tough movie)
What a great way to start the day. Thank you old man.
Notes on Human Jackson Pollock painting
That link to JP's Web site is really cool. You can create your own JP art. Maybe that's what wacky lady used.
Traveling Human Jackson Pollock Painting
End of a long day. I go down the escalator at Grand Central. There's a human Jackson Pollock painting standing in the middle of the escalator blocking the way with traveling house and guitar. She seems crazy I shouldn't have said anything. I actually didn't say anything. Just went down pass her and nodded by head in disbelief. Not at her outfit because I think it's pretty cool and creative. It must have taken her a long time to sprinkle everything from her clothes, shoes, guitar and plastic bags with white and black paint like that. Anyway, she didn't like my noding my head and started shouting down the stairs. Something like that:
"Why did you nod your head?" Can't understand then what the painting said but it ended with dumbass, not good.
So I turn and shouted back. Obviously I should have just let it go. Not too smart to argue with a traveling Jackson Pollock painting.
me: Because you could move to the side.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: No I can't. then inaudible.
me: Look at all the people stuck behind you. It's just a quesiton of respect.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: inaudible shouting ending by "Go back to your country."
Kind of offensive but I was impressed. Traveling Human Jackson Pollock paintaing not only could talk but also spotted my accent (which I thought was getting more subtle but maybe comes back running when I am angry).
Then I continued on the platform to grab my train and she continues yelling at everyone in her path. And people around her seemed to have a good laugh.
"Why did you nod your head?" Can't understand then what the painting said but it ended with dumbass, not good.
So I turn and shouted back. Obviously I should have just let it go. Not too smart to argue with a traveling Jackson Pollock painting.
me: Because you could move to the side.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: No I can't. then inaudible.
me: Look at all the people stuck behind you. It's just a quesiton of respect.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: inaudible shouting ending by "Go back to your country."
Kind of offensive but I was impressed. Traveling Human Jackson Pollock paintaing not only could talk but also spotted my accent (which I thought was getting more subtle but maybe comes back running when I am angry).
Then I continued on the platform to grab my train and she continues yelling at everyone in her path. And people around her seemed to have a good laugh.
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