Snow on the Charles

The smooth, white field is the Charles River. Yeah.

Out of Sorts

During finals week last December, I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. At one point of the movie, Clementine says to Joel, "I'm all out of sorts." This made me giddy because I knew the true meaning behind the phrase, which I learned in Magazine Design class. So it turns out, back in the olden days, printers used metal sticks engraved with letters to print things with. Those metal sticks were called sorts. So if you were out of a certain letter, you'd say you were out of sorts. Hence the saying.

The Frozen Hudson

Along the cold Hudson River somewhere in upstate New York.

On my way back to Boston after a lovely month in New York, we went through the Lincoln Tunnel and, for some reason, back over the George Washington Bridge. I looked over at the Hudson River, the love of my life, and it was strange seeing ice there. It made sense that the Hudson would be frozen upstate, but I never think of it happening in the city-proper. I think I could also see the plane somewhere along the midtown seawall, too.

Boston at Night

These were taking in December using Rob S.'s wonderful tripod.

The New E

This entry might be 15 days late, but, oh well.

So New Year's Day, I headed back to Queens from Brooklyn. I took my regular route--the G to Court Square and then catch the E all the way to home. After waiting ten minutes for the E train at the transfer point, guess what should come my way but a brand new E train! I'm used to the new trains for those other lines, but for the E train? I consider that line to be my second train, after the F train, because I rely on it so much, so it was strange taking the swanky train all the way home. What was even weirder was seeing my own stop on the fancy electronic route tracker. Oh, the changing face of the MTA.