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ChineseJust When I Thought My Cold Was Subsiding…
Image courtesy of Pragmagraphr.
I went and rode the bus.
In an attempt to resuscitate the winter flu season in the SoCal heat of July, Metro has amped up the A/Cs to Day After Tomorrow levels. I’m usually a prepared traveler and have my back pack with zip up in tow at all times, however last night was laundry day and I forgot to restock my day pack.
Now I shouldn’t complain too much, I’m sure peeps about to get their houses burned out because of fires would love an over productive A/C right about now (though perhaps all those over productive A/Cs caused these fires in the first place-eeeek). But even they probably stop blowing the A/C on full when it reaches slow-the-blood-circulation levels. No I didn’t get frostbite but the tingle in the throat and mega cough were evident by trips end.
Then again, perhaps it was the top volume Transit TV that was sending my immune system into a tailspin, throwing me to the mercy of American Latino TV. The conspiracy theorist in me says that the busses are pumping up the A/C in cooperation with the drug companies whose advertisements are blaring at top volume from the plastic bound TVs, but my theory holds no water after failing to log a single cold/flu advertisement while riding. Though whose to say it’s not the debt consolidation people behind it all. Wasn’t there a study by the New England Journal of Medicine that proved sick people are 5 times more likely to screw themselves into high interest loans? Had something to do with slowed neuron reactions. Which means it’s not entirely unfounded to believe it was Metro and other transit agencies that caused the mortgage bubble in the first place and they’re now paying Libertarian think tanks to spew such “radical” ideas that it’s the Federal Reserve’s fault.
Or perhaps I’m just freezing and annoyed by the loud TV and wish I hadn’t forgot my damn sweatshirt. In either case, I’m coughing again and I haven’t a single drug commercial to tell me what to do. Thanks for nothing, Metro.
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That is a photo that reminds me of my crusty days, before Sublime and No Doubt and Offspring (which were all part of the same crowd, I might add) got big and everything Orange was about Dr. Dream Records and shiny black (unwashed) trousers and cheap bier and backyard parties when one’s band was not playing at John Pantel’s Quality Inn near Disneyland. . . i.e. gross.
Anyhow, I gotta state that while the buses are set to freeze their riders for the long rides (perhaps Stanley Kubrick’s ghost is running Metro) to wherever, the single subway ain’t so well-maintained. Even after 9 p.m., it is SRO on the Red Line, and the barely adequate AC is all but overwrought.
Roger and Tony (now that Pam has departed to grow some hair in Santa Monica, or Australia or wherever her ass is resting) needs to understand that even an added car is not enough. Ridership is up but the AC isn’t na d ain’t—albeit in the wrong places. Perhaps Tony and Roger could get some of those car-loving civil servants out of that too-tall, over-priced italian marble tower to monitor the condition of the buses they puport to love so much, so as to understand that the Transit TV violates Metro’s “loud noise” threats as well as makes too much uncomfortable for all folk.
But Metro is too concerned with selling the “after-hours” crap of the 2 (who would ride the 2 to Bar Marmont when even most working class Metro administrative employees cannot even tell callers to 1-800-Commute the basic avenue line numbers?) than caring about someone’s physical depreciation owing directly to the wretched state of the buses’ environments?
Here is hoping you get well, Fred, from a veteran punk rock bastard and fanzine fanatic: green tea with loads of honey (anything that can allow 2,000-year-olde bodies to not rot is a decent preservative, natch) and lemon, hot baths with as much Epsom salt as the water can absorb (just pour in a quart and if after five minutes yer arse ain’t being scratched, pour in half as much; continue as such until yer bum itches), a moderate cup of echinacea and goldenseal (too much of that will render it inoperative to one’s body, much like an antibiotic), and some scotch. But be easy on the scotch, because it might not work; a fine substitute is a good book. If you are really ailing, then a film that will let you know that things could be worse even as they are grandly presented. Welles’ “touch of Evil” is one of my favourites when ill, as is “Brazil” the way it were meant to be. Loads more, of course, but I have gone on long enough.
Randall, it was Tyke who posted the original article, not Fred. If you are going to be kind and wish someone well, I’m sure wishing the right person well would be more appreciated.
Kym,
I would advise you to learn to be a LOT less tetchy when responding to someone who is not talking to you nor about you. Your smarmy comments are not at all appreciated. If that is the best way you can state something, try NOT offering advice via backhand slap.