Just thought I'd share my public transportation observations.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Even before gas prices rose to levels that make getting a tank of gas empty cost roughly the same as a dinner for two at a decent restaurant (and I have a Subaru. I pity SUV drivers), I've not been a fan of any commute over 10 miles. I feel like I waste almost two hours every day traveling to and from work. Podcasts and audio books only make it a little easier. I still spend too much quality time with the car and too little with other people. I have pretty much no life, especially since the move up here. I've barely had a chance to meet any new people (my previous job had me going to sleep at 6pm three nights a week and working on Saturday nights, which is not conducive to making new friends).
I like my job. The people there are not too bad to spend most of my day around. I just wish it were closer (it's located in a smaller town near the outlets, very cute and great place to live if you have 2 kids, a dog , and a minivan). You can even find decent Chinese food there. But it's still far away.
I suppose I should still be thankful that I'm not Dan Givens.
My dealings with the Massachusetts RMV are turning into a comedy of errors.
My permanent license came in the mail yesterday. The RMV spelled my last
name wrong. Figures. Now I have to wait 72 hours while the Customer
Assistance Division* pulls my paperwork to see what happened. I'm left
wondering why I had to show all that ID if they end up misidentifying me?
Meanwhile, this little ID snafu may screw up a car loan that I applied for.
I understand that human error happens, but the Massachusetts RMV is starting
to make the Rhode Island DMV look competent.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Yom Hashoa started here tonight. Unfortunately, we Jews do memorials well.
For all of our occasional ill-mannered ways, we have the most noble ways of
honoring our horrors. We had taken the whole family to the mall where our
dentist's office happens to be. We planned to eat dinner there afterwards.
When we entered the office, on the top floor of the mall, the mall was
packed. We didn't realize we'd be there so long but we left at 7:15, starved
, figuring we'd eat at the yucky food court, a big treat for the kids. When
we emerged from the office, the mall was deserted. Not a store or a
restaurant were open. As we drove out of the mall, we saw that all stores on
the streets were closed and the streets were dark. On the radio, only somber
music or holocaust related programs played on all of the stations. TV is the
same story. Even the movies on El Al, apparantly, are not their usual fare
and are related to the holocaust. No music is played. By 8PM the ceremony at
Yad Vashem had begun and was on all of the TV and radio stations. That every
business, without exception, closes, that the national media is sombre, that
all outward life is muted, is very powerful. The public respect for the
meaning behind the day is very profound.
Tomorrow at 10 AM the siren that sounds uncannily like a cry will sound and
all life will stand still for a moment. I never cease to be amazed by the
power of that collective moment. On Yom Hashoa I always feel particularly
proud of this tiny country. Just standing on this Jewish earth on this
particular day is comforting.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
I'm now officially a licensed driver in the Bay State. My experience today
at the Milford branch of the Massachusetts Registry of Motor Vehicles was
much better than yesterday's venture to the one in North Attleboro.
(I was previously licensed in RI, lest you think I was one of those people
driving around without one because it had been suspended or something).
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
According to the Massachusetts Registry of Motor Vehicles, my birth
certificate is not a good enough form of ID (combined with my old RI
license) to grant me a driver's license in this state. My paycheck and an
official letter from the Massachusetts Dept. of Revenue, clearly states that
I am a MA resident (it has the word 'resident' on it several times)- both of
which list my Boston address- were not considered 'proper' proof of
residency. I mean, how much more official can you get than the tax people?
There are a few problems with the items they ask for to show proof of
- utility bill- we don't pay any, they're included in the rent
- mortgage- I rent
- lease- the lease in a drawer in the apartment doesn't have our names on it
(not sure what's up with that)
- cable bill- roomie works for the cable company, so that bill is in his name
- phone bill- I only have a cell phone bill (home phone is Vonage, paid on
credit card, therefore no bill comes home)
- bank statement- I think I can swing this one
They do get points for processing my paperwork, so all I have to do is show
up with the "proper" ID, and the woman took a decent picture of me.
My coworkers (who graciously spent the day schooling me in Catholic Wake 101) and friends were surprised that I'd never seen a body before. Yesterday's wake seemed like a nice tradition, minus the open casket (I had visions of it dancing before my eyes as I fell asleep).
Jews don't do the open casket thing. Usually, at a Jewish funeral, that casket is rarely glimpsed, save for the actual burial. In fact, the wake reminded me of the Jewish tradition of sitting shiva, only with a body in the room. And minus the food.
My two previous non-Jewish funeral experiences were for my step-grandmother (Catholic- I was a kid, my dad banished me to a room with coloring books during the most of the wake) and my ex-boyfriend's grandfather (Unitarian- the minister did a great job, considering she'd never met the decedent), who died during my spring break, senior year of college.
Monday, April 17, 2006
"Women did talk about how they wanted to do something for the Flames and this was something they could do."
And, for many, part of the fun was flouting societal norms.
"The word daredevilish kept coming up. This was something they could do that was just somewhat off the edge," Prof. Valentich said.
Other women said they felt like models or celebrities as cameras flashed at the sight of their exposed breasts.
Indeed, photos of those who took part soon appeared on the Internet.
Some participants felt they were part of history. "One of them said maybe it's insignificant, but when the kids look in the school books, I'll be there," Prof. Valentich said with a laugh.
Just one participant said she was making a political statement.
(article found via Fleshbot)
I'm learning to like these New England holidays.
Some pictures, courtesy of my cell phone camera:
Friday, April 14, 2006
I'm not sure that I feel bad about it, just kind of odd. I don't feel compelled to get married because "everyone else is doing it" (nor do I plan to jump off any bridges for that reason). I suppose that, if anything, this news makes me feel older (that, plus my birthday yesterday).
All of this (plus my boredom being at mom's house with not much to do) combines to make me wonder what stage I'm at in life... How much of a grown-up am I?... Will I ever feel like a grown-up?
I'm ambivalent about marriage. My own parents divorced when I was little, so I don't feel that you need a husband + wife + kid(s) + pet to have a functioning family. What do I desire for my future?
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
If not, I'll bite the bullet and have to get a new car.
I like the new job. Too bad it's so far away.
Ah, the joys of commuting.