Showing posts with label ramblings from the route. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ramblings from the route. Show all posts

Ramblings from the Route | Drop in the ocean

I love The Onion. I love the dry wit and biting sarcasm and satire. I love that last week they posted a story that gets right to the heart of my frustrations about trying to live more eco-consciously.

So I set a goal last year to ride public transportation to work once a week. How's that workin out? Not so hot. I've had bus days. I had one just last week, in fact. I've enjoyed my bus days. I can, however, count those bus days on two hands and perhaps one toe. I can blame my schedule. I can say I needed to quickly get multiple places in a short amount of time and that necessitates a car. I can wine about how hot/cold it is (ironic complaint, re: my initial motivations for public transport), even though I *have* done it in the rain and snow and heat. Regardless of all these excuses, it's not good enough. I have friends who ride the bus all day every day and I know it can be done. In the meantime, I just keep spouting off that if Salt Lake were a true urban environment, more dense, better routes, blahblahblah.

On that note...The Onion: "I'm doing my inconsequential part for the environment..."


By using mass transit or riding my bike whenever possible, I may not be able to influence greenhouse-gas emissions standards or reduce mass global addiction to fossil fuels one iota. [...] Restricting my household energy use to non-peak hours does not make me capable of reversing temperature changes in the gulf stream that even now have begun to throw the world's climate out of equilibrium. The question, however, is not "What can't I do?" but rather, "What can I do?"The answer: next to nothing. (read more)

Green is Sexy


Dear Planet,

It's a big week for you...Happy Earth Day and Arbor Day! Our crisis of global climate change seems overwhelming and impossible for any one person to tackle; however, for what it's worth, I consciously do my best to contribute my small part. I'm all about the grocery totes, I took public transportation to work today (and have plans to upgrade my commitment to at least twice a week throughout the summer), nearly all my light bulbs are switched over, and my home runs on wind power.

"Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together." (Vincent van Gough)

Ramblings from the Route | Super Tuesday Hangover

This morning I drove to southern Utah for a work conference. Yesterday I needed to pick up a company motor pool car for the occasion and this allowed me to indulge in at least a one-way public transportation commute to work in the morning (an adventure I've lately shied away from in our barrage of winter storms). During my bus-train-bus commute I could think of little but Super Tuesday. After clearing my schedule Tuesday night so that I was free to enjoy six solid hours of PBS News Hour coverage of results, predictions, and pollsters, my brain was sloshy and swimming Wednesday morning. I'm positively giddy to once again be enveloped in the chaos of an election cycle. Giddy.

I do not profess to be a political blogger and I have no desire to be, but I am a political person who blogs...so for what it's worth this post will be a true "rambling from the route" - an unedited stream of probably-partisan thoughts and uncensored sweeping generalizations. You've been warned. Welcome to my brain. Keep your hands and arms inside the cart.

Cheating on Hillary? I don't at all regret my vote for Barack. I have to say however that when I saw Hillary speak from her Manhattan headquarters Tuesday night I honestly felt like I had cheated on her and then run into her at a friend's party and was trying not to make eye contact because regardless of my love affair with Obama I still really care for her because she is the safe comfortable one I've been with for years and even long after the relationship is ended you know the number is still in my phone but Barack is the butterflies and the romance and the exhilarating sense of stepping to the edge of the light and after a deep breath...making that first step into the darkness because you know, you can just feel it, you'll find your way.

One more reason to respect Obama. Bill and Chelsea Clinton came to Utah, but no Hillary. Obama came to Utah last summer and Michelle was just here on Monday. For the campaign to put that commitment into a horribly red state the day before the nation's largest presidential primary (the largest ever, not just since the last presidential race), shows such respect to the people of the state. In other words, we weren't simply written off as a one-dimensional block of Republicans. Boise, Idaho had an Obama rally of 14,000 people, the largest rally in the history of the state. Idaho, folks, Idaho. Colorado also went to Obama, after a rally of 9,000 greeted his visit to Denver. His sweep of red Rocky Mountain states shows his appeal to independents, moderates, liberals, youth, et.al. It's incredible. He raised $32 million dollars in January alone. Staggering. The newest move by the campaign is to highlight the number of individual donors, rather than the number of dollars, and the goal is 500,000 donors by 04 March. Stay tuned.

Girls rule. The majority of the Democratic electorate is now female. Suffragettes, we outnumber men in the decision of who to elect as our party's candidate for president. We've come a long way from picket signs and protest lines. Hillary's campaign is undeniably a contributing factor. I love her for that.

Fear versus Love. Listen to the Republican debates and speeches and you can hear the fear in their voices. I'm not talking about fear like, "Uh oh, the Democratic party will take the White House..." (which we will), but fear as a state of being, a way of life. They hate and they fear and they pigeon hole people into categories that are more easy to deal with than dynamic, complex human beings (re: Immigration. Gay rights. Terrorism.). It must be exhausting to live in such a space of fear all the time. The Democrats, on the other hand, speak from a place of love. (Any Ruiz fans in the audience? This dichotomy should sound familiar...). Democrats are FOR something, not simply AGAINST everything. They come from a place of hope and have the luxury of being positive because they are fighting for something. The Democratic candidates are not in a heated ideological fight with each other. Even the most respected pundits recognize that the policy differences are microscopic. This is one of the major reasons why the race is so tight...we're tickled pink, most of us, with either choice. We're just happy the Bush/Cheney regime is finally coming to an end. It's all up hill from here.

Emails from the President. I get probably three emails a day on behalf of each campaign (Barack and Hillary, in case there's any possible confusion at this point)...as can anyone who visits their campaign websites. I find it absolutely fascinating to watch how they say things, the words they choose at which moment, the tone they choose to address certain issues, the rhetorical strategy is many times more important than the message of the email itself. As I sorted through a swarm of emails in and around and on Super Tuesday, I thought, why can't they continue this when they're in the White House? I'm not naive enough to assume Barack is wandering around with his blackberry shooting off messages to his billion-person distribution list. I understand that they have staffers and writers and message crafters that handle this stuff...but how awesome would it be to visit the White House website, voluntarily sign up for email alerts, and get a message every so often from your President. I giggle every time my alert pops up with "New email from Brad Pitt" re: The One campaign. It's also invigorating to see "Barack Obama" in the "From" column of your gmail. Government of the people, by the people, and for the people, right? I want a president who shoots us a YouTube video every so often, like Michelle did Monday afternoon. I miss John Edwards. He would totally email us. Kucinich, who I also really miss, would stop by your place for coffee talk. Point is...keep up the communication!

Compassion. I watched every. single. candidate speech on Tuesday night. They were scattered about the country at their different campaign headquarters and each spoke at different times as the night rolled on. Only Barack and Hillary, ONLY Barack and Hillary, made mention of the tornado survivors and victims in the southern state, saying they were in their thoughts and prayers. Think about it.

Yes, we can. In Atkins, Arkansas the tornado destroyed more than just polling stations, obviously, but before people put their homes back together, before the storm had even stopped raging, they assembled a makeshift Red Cross shelter, moved the ballot machines in, and people went right on voting. Don't tell me that we don't care. Don't tell me that we no longer have it in us to be engaged. The historical origins of Super Tuesday (commonly believed to be the 1988 election) come directly from states fighting for influence, wanting to have a voice in the nominating process, competing for the right to vote early. We do care. The poetry of nights like Super Tuesday remind us that we are actually all in this together. You may drive from your front door to Starbucks to work to Starbucks to your front door...but we are citizens at heart. I honestly believe that.

P.S. News broke today that Mitt dropped out because he "didn’t want to do anything that would hurt the party or hurt the nation..." Though I will certainly miss the opportunity to double the size of Guantanamo...god speed and good bye!

Ramblings from the Route | Musical Meanderings


I was fortunate this week to enjoy two UTA commutes. I don't have much of a Ramblings from the Route post for my first trip, being that I was too busy wiping tears from my eyes and snot from my nose as I worked my way through the final chapters of Hosseini's "Kite Runner." My friends ask me every so often, "Are you still riding the bus? How's the Parade of Crazy?" Well amigos, I joined the crazy parade this week as I broke down into my paperback.

My second UTA commute is today, a gorgeously rainy Friday. I was in a musical mood this morning as I cranked on my iPod and sloshed toward the bus stop. My rambling today is a WTF Music Mix, more commonly known as iPod Shuffle. I'm completely addicted to party shuffles and smart playlists. I'm already looking forward to my ride home when I can finish the second half of this cacophony.

Lisa Loeb | Falling in Love (live version from Lilith Fair)
Various Artists (Hairspray) | You Can't Stop the Beat
Sufjan Stevens | Chicago
Royal Bliss | Devils and Angels
The Byrds | Spanish Harlem Incident (covering Dylan)
Doris Day | Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps
Ellis Paul | Give In, Give Up
Pete Yorn | Life on a Chain
Dar Williams | Iowa
Toad the Wet Sprocket | Dam Would Break
Frank Sinatra | Dancing in the Dark
Ryan Adams | Chin Up, Cheer Up
Guster | Demons
I Fiamminghi & Rudolf Werthen | Fratres for Eight Cellos
Indigo Girls - Scooter Boys
John Mayer | Slow Dancing in a Burning Room (acoustic Village Sessions)
The Shins | Girl Inform Me
Gustav | We Shall Overcome
Animal Collective | Did You See the Words?
Phantom Planet | Lonely Day
Ani DiFranco | Evolve
Mahala Rai Banda | Tabulhaneaua
Better Than Ezra | Allison Foley
Big Bang | Girl in Oslo
Old 97s | Indefinitely
Abdel Ali Slimani | Moi Et Toi
Justin Timberlake | FutureSex/LoveSounds
The Flaming Lips | What is the Light?
Citizen Cope | Let the Drummer Kick
Counting Crows | Friend of the Devil (covering The Grateful Dead)
Howard Zinn | Langston Hughes, The U.S., and Imperialism
John Gorka | The Gyspy Life
Bill Withers | Ain't No Sunshine
Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova | Trying to Pull Myself Away
Eminem | 'Till I Collapse
Cecilio & Kapono | Feeling Just the Way I Do

Ramblings from the Route | Slaughter & World


On the bus last week:


A large puffy pink T-Mobile telephone stumbles onto the bus. Technically, a large puffy sweaty twenty-something man stumbles onto the bus attempting to wrangle a life-sized telephone outfit into the seat next to him.

One could presume this to be in preparation for Halloween, until this dialogue with a fellow passenger begins...

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: Damn it! Urgh...

Random Fellow Passenger: On your way to work?

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: From work. To work. Damn work. Work.

Both: [blahblahblah something about how jobs suck and there's never enough money and bills are falling behind and blahblahblah]

Random Fellow Passenger: At least you don't work in a call center.

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: I couldn't work in a call center. I couldn't work in a call center. I couldn't.

Random Fellow Passenger: Why not? Easier than the pink phone suit, yeah?

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: I have no social skills. No social skills. None.

Random Fellow Passenger: You could fake it.

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: No. I can't fake it. I can't fake it. I'm evil.

Random Fellow Passenger: Evil, huh?

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: Evil. Do you know YouTube?

Random Fellow Passenger: Yeah...

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: Search "slaughter" and "world"

Random Fellow Passenger: Huh.

Ramblings from the Route | People Watching


Thoughts stumbling through my head during this morning's commute...

Why I enjoy public transportation:

The super tall woman with 13 tiny butterfly clips, one headband, and two rubber bands in her hair.

The yellow backpack man who wears a hoodie under his parka regardless of the temperature.

The gorgeous black woman with a massive afro and the biggest sunglasses I've ever seen.

The snotty bald man in a black suit, pink tie, and aviator sunglasses who pretends not to see me as the stares at my breasts through his dark shades.

The really good looking blue-eyed guy in the manual wheelchair and blue sweatshirt.

The old man in acid-washed jeans with no limp who carries a huge, shiny, swirly hand-carved cane.

The crazy guy with three knit hats, 2 coats, and shoelaces tied up above his boots around his ankles.

The woman who listens to her iPod with the headphones held in her hand, not stuck in her ears. She's an NPR podcast fan, as it turns out.

The driver who picks me up in the morning and, after only a few rides, already recognizes me with a smile.

You're taking the bus? Why?

Motivations for my new commitment to take public transportation to work at least once each week:

Environmental
I want to show my support of the environmental policy of the Utah Transit Authority. From hybrid and natural gas vehicles, to beautification of industrial corridors, and massive recycling programs at its vehicle maintenance facilities, UTA a leading environmental stewart by all national standards.

I want to decrease these lazy and embarrassing statistics:
25% of all journeys made by car are less than 2 miles.
60% of all car journeys are less than 5 miles.
70% of all journeys to work are made by car.
* Source: Stockton Borough Council (a site worth reading if for no other reason than it's a Scottish publication advocating smaller cars that are "a lot nippier around town.")

Economic
If I have to explain the high cost of gasoline to you, you live under a rock. How did you get internet access under there? I mean, I try and swipe my neighbor's WiFi signal every so often but now they set up a WEP key and...um, well anyway.

Social
People who claim that Salt Lake City is not diverse need to stop traversing the east bench in their beamers and hop on the #47.

I believe strongly in communal ideals and social structures and engage with my community in as many ways as possible. What better way than sharing a ride to the office with new neighbors I've yet to meet?

Political
I want to do my part to support UTA's ridership numbers and subsequent plea to the legislature for increased funding.

I interact with causes I support and do my best to contribute my energy to their karmic mix. Good breeds good and again, I want to do my part.

Creative/Artistic*
As I see my bus to train to bus commute, I've just stumbled upon the gift of two dedicated hours each week to write, think, read, catch up on podcasts, or do. absolutely. nothing.

* Speaking of the creative benefits, I'm starting a post series titled: "Ramblings from the Route." This past week was week #1 and I took my bus/train/bus commute to work two days in a row. That's all it took. I'm in love. I rarely rent cars when I travel (generally a lame way to experience a city)...so why can't I play tourist in my own back yard? Public transportation is total sensory overload and taking that time to ease into and out of my day provides ample space for creative impulses to percolate. Sitting in rush hour traffic on the freeway with one foot hovering over the break and one hand hovering over the horn doesn't inspire anything but a migraine.