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C for effort - the C train.

And now, the news you've been waiting for! (Incidentally, on my "combined" blog this is my 100th post. Woo!)Ok. I admit it fully. I suck. And furthermore I have no idea why I did this to myself. It's fairly excruciating to try to put together a post about a train ride three weeks after the fact. Add in the truths that I took 250 photos on this journey and that it's 2 in the morning, and you get one hell of an interesting combo. But really, it's high time that this blog got blogged. I'm using... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 8/12/08

Oh, how I languish.

Ok. So it's been a while since I've been on a train. And I still don't have the promised C train post up. Things have been complicated, what with being in New Orleans and everything. I am hoping, though, that now that I'm for real unemployed, I'll have a little time. There are no interviews scheduled yet, and I have my doubts that she'll get me booked every day next week. So the D train should happen without a problem - maybe even on Monday. It's a super long line and ends up in Coney Island,... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 8/7/08

The sadness of hyperextension.

No, I don't mean the knees-bending-backward kind. What I mean is this: instead of a nice thick layer of peanut butter on two slices of texas toast, my energies are more like a bit of melted butter that I'm trying to spread on every single crumpet in the Russian Tea Room. In a nutshell, I took on too much in July and it's come back to bite me in the ass. Between complete exhaustion and the fact that the C train's decided to go completely wonky this weekend, it has become evident that I'll... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 7/19/08

Calming, steadily

Ok. So. It's amazing what a good night's sleep will do for a person.After not sleeping for the second night on Monday, I spent Tuesday a weepy whiny mess. It was really pitiful. I'm useless, my life is going nowhere, there's no good answer, same old crap bla bla bla. I shouldn't be too mean to myself; things get hard and my chemistry was all effed up. And anyway, it's not as if I didn't know that it was all pointless.Today I've regained my senses, in no small part due to the fact that... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 7/16/08

Will somebody give me a thousand bucks so that I can go to sleep?

It's 2:30 am. I'm wide awake. I'm obsessing about money: not having enough of it, spending too much of it, how to earn more of it, et cetera.I know it's ridiculous to keep my studio, but the thought of giving it up is, in my mind, akin to tearing my soul out of my body and tossing it out the window. Suffice it to say, I'm trying to avoid that. But man, that's one expensive soul. So I'm toying with the idea of sharing. But then someone else would be in there. Their stuff would be in... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 7/15/08

Receptionist Doldrum DumDum

Today at the office, it was a full page day. As in, the legal pad (legal size) that I write phone notes on was completely filled. I have a method, see; first I write notes on the pad. Then I either answer the caller's questions myself, transfer the call to the appropriate party (confidently stating who the hell the caller is since I made notes), or "take a message", meaning that once I hang up my notes will be translated into humanspeak and written into the pad of perforated pink and... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 7/14/08

Bastian Brings Boyfriend, Braves Brownstones and Brighton

Ah, the best laid plans... usually aren't that well planned after all, are they? Foolish little me, there I was thinking that I'd just hop that old B train on a leisurely Sunday. But oh no no no says B, it shan't be so. See, the B doesn't run on weekends. Or late nights, for that matter. The extra tricky part was that, before heading out, we weren't sure when the train would stop running. But I said, meh. It's not as if there won't be any trains at all, now is it? Umm... hope not?Thus, a... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 7/12/08

Pieces.

Tonight, waiting on the W train at 23rd street, I heard one of those announcements over the crackly overhead speakers - the kind that seems that it must be going to every station because it has nothing to do with the one you're sitting in. This indictment happened to pertain to the A train, an entity with which I am now peculiarly familiar.The announcement - where do those come from anyway? I really must find out - told us that, due to 'debris on the tracks', the A train would not... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 7/10/08

Disconcerted, maybe that's it.

Last night, I stop on my walk home to look at a graveyard. I try to read inscriptions but few characters are legible. Closed one hundred and sixty years ago, the tombstones are worn soft and toppled. A flash of light catches my eye, then another, and then more: it is twilight, and the space now walled by buildings is filled with fireflies. Perhaps tapping out the Morse code of the dead.Later, I am sad. Jonathan is again out of sorts; we will not be spending time together, as I had hoped.... [more]
Posted by Melissa Bastian on 7/9/08