Where Ya Been?
I stepped onto the bus this morning, and our regular driver greeted me with, “Where ya been?” My immediate response was, “Walking”. It really has been a while since my commute has been routine.
It was cold and rainy this evening, so I caught the 60 home. The driver was awful. She kept stomping on the brakes for no apparent reason. She straddled lanes on Madison Street, which caused the bus to be stopped in traffic even when the curb lane was wide open. It turned into a spectator sport of sorts for the passengers – everyone craning their necks to see what she was stopping so suddenly for. There was a medical aid truck at the curb near Seattle Central Community College, assisting someone. Our bus driver apparently figured it would somehow be easier to get past the aid truck and into the bus stop by turning into the center lane and then inching slowly at an angle between the median and the aid truck. Practically all the passengers moved to the right side to watch the side of the aid truck passing by the windows. The driver made it. It was an interesting ride home.
Last week, Phillip and I reached the simultaneous conclusion that we like the 2009 album, Æther Shanties, by Abney Park. On Sunday, I gave into an impulse, downloaded it, and burned it to disc. Of course, I put the whole album into my iPod Shuffle, which, it seems, thinks all of the songs are in French. It uses the same French feminine voice it uses for Zap Mama songs. It seems to try to pronounce the words in French, too. ”Building Steam” sounds something like “Be-oolding Stey-UM”. My guess is that the “Æ” in “Æther” is throwing it off. My iPod is so much fun.
