Ever been riding the subway and wondered what's all the way at the end of the line? I'm going to find out.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Doomsday on the Broadway Local: Day 5, an absentee day.
Given that I'm having a pseudo-surgical procedure in about an hour, there's basically no way I'm getting on the subway today. Sorry folks. So instead of mass transit hijinx, I bring you the genius of Alien Loves Predator. Please enjoy.
Depending on how you stumbled upon this blog, you may or may not know what the hell is going on. The story is this: I'm riding every subway line in New York City from end to end. Along the way I take pictures, and afterward I write about it. It's sort of the opposite of those people who try to ride all the trains in a race; I'm doing them slowly and trying to get at least one photo of each station and especially any art installations or historical or interesting bits topside. For a more in depth explanation, see the first post. I also have to ride the subway nearly every day for far more mundane reasons, so I figure I might as well write about the experience of being a subway rider as a whole.
vegan in new orleans, hurrah. i was born in a storm, and raised in one too. and then one named katrina changed my life. i have a hard time saying where i'm from, but i can tell you for sure that my heart and my home are in new orleans, the place where i wasn't born. i left there after nine years not knowing what i had - what's that old cliche? now i've returned with a better appreciation. in the interim, i spent 5.5 years in nyc riding the subway and taking pictures. i get by with a husband who loves to drive me crazy, four rescued rabbits, and one rescued monster who thinks himself a cat.