Tuesday, September 24, 2002
It's about time.
Monday, September 23, 2002
NJ Transit sucks. They closed
NJ Transit sucks. They closed the train station that was conveniently around the corner from my house, while dragging their heels on allowing an alternative train to take it place and service the stations they just discarded. Three communities and hundreds of commuters inconvenienced. And we're supposed to be happy about it, because now we can go to Midtown Manhattan directly. That's great...except I don't go to Manhattan daily, I go to Hoboken. And the trains I have to catch to get there now take twice as long and are twice as inconvenient to get to. It astounds me as well that the so-called "leaders" of our communities allowed it to happen. The sticking point was apparently a 30 million dollar drawbridge that needs to be repaired. Mind you, they have known about this problem for over a decade, since 1989. Somehow, they were able to come up with the umpteen millions needed to make the midtown direct train, but not come up with $30m over the course of 12 years? If you look at their Capital Improvements page, it doesn't seem like they have problems getting cash for other big ticket projects. I suppose keeping trains running to three "unimportant" stations wasn't as sexy as a new light rail line in Newark.
Thursday, September 19, 2002
Every time I try to
Every time I try to put comments on this page via a 3rd party provider, within days that 3rd party goes under. Thus, no more comments. I get to rant in silence until I can get something server-side to work.
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Got on the train this
Got on the train this morning and sat next to a backpack. No one seemed to claim it and when I picked it up, it was heavy. I opened it to find a big piece of machinery with wires. Needless to say, I was nearly having a panic attack right then. Long story short, I figured out it was just some sort of broken thing from the door of the train and the backpack was the engineer's. Such wonderful times we live in.
Monday, September 16, 2002
Back from Baltimore and painting
Back from Baltimore and painting my parents' foyer. The white trim had faded to an off-white/cream, so Rachael and I repainted it, brightening up the room. A reminder that subtle color changes, in bulk, can make a big difference.
Thursday, September 12, 2002
Riding in our corporate shuttle
Riding in our corporate shuttle bus this morning, the driver was blaring Christian music/hymns over the bus speakers. I found it unbelievably obnoxious, especially considering the number of non-Christian people who work here. I am marginally a Christian myself and even I found it offensive to have to endure 20 minutes of preaching and singing about Jesus in a corporate space.
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
The day is finally here.
The day is finally here. I've been dreading it for months now. It's worse than I thought. I wanted this to be a "Glad to be alive" Day, but it is awfully hard to do that when the televised rollcall of the dead takes almost two hours. It stunned me, staggering in its length and depth, causing me to sob. The names, names, names, names. A litany of loss. Fathers and sons, the peoples of all backgrounds and nationalities, all now ashes, dust. It is unbearable and my chest aches. I cannot imagine what this day must be like for the families, nor do I want to.
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
It's official. I no longer
It's official. I no longer work for Datek. We have been swallowed up by Ameritrade. Lots of big IA/ID challenges up ahead, I'm sure, as the companies integrate.
Monday, September 9, 2002
September 11th is looming heavily
September 11th is looming heavily on my mind. I am so dreading it, I just want it to be over. Fiona's second birthday is the 12th, and I'd much rather think about that: focus on the living, not the dead. I think I might turn off the TV that day, not watch any of the coverage, just be glad to be alive.
Tuesday, September 3, 2002
Reading a lot, writing very
Reading a lot, writing very little. Finished book #11 (of 20!) of Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey/Maturin saga. Have also been plowing through Our Band Could Be Your Life about the indie rock scene in the 80s. It's inspired me to buy some Husker Du albums. I've also started The Rise of the Creative Class by CMU professor Richard Florida. I have to get in all my reading now before the new Fall TV season starts...
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