The bus I try to take to connect with the 780 was running about 10 minutes late, but so was I. This is near the very end of a very long route for it, so the standard deviation for "on-time" varies a fair bit.
The same driver is always there. He asked me where I'd been the last two days. (I'd just missed the bus Wednesday, waving bye-bye as it went down the block.) I explained how I took the Metrolink to Anaheim, and we started talking about public transportation and ride share problems. That ride is usually less than 10 minutes. The rest of the morning commute was fairly uneventful.
When I get on the DASH to go home, there's this large guy in a black motorcycle jacket who asks, "Is this Vine?" The driver says, "Not yet. I'll tell you when it's Vine." He starts laughing for a long stretch at... nothing apparent. It sounds something like the laugh of someone on nitrous. Maybe he just came from the dentist. He asks, "Is this Vine?" at almost every stop, and every time the driver tells him not yet, but she'll let him know.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
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Is this Vine?
Oh. No. It's a blog.
“`There are going to be times,’ says Kesey, `when we can’t wait for somebody. Now you’re either on the bus or off the bus. If you’re on the bus, and you get left behind, then you’ll find it again. If you’re off the bus in the first place–then it won’t make a damn.’ And nobody had to have it spelled out for them. Everything was becoming allegorical, understood by the group mind, and especially this: `You’re either on the bus…or off the bus.” (Wolfe: The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, p. 74)
Of course ken kesey being an advocate of LSD was not necessarily a pinnicle of rationality.
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