the northern line...

i fell in love on the train once. it was in london. on the northern line. i never spoke to him, but we stared at each other for a long while. from angel station to waterloo. then i just got up and left. but, i swear, i loved him for about 18 minutes.

there's something so romantic about a train ride... at least in london there was. it was the first time i used public transportation on a regular basis (la baby, remember). everyday i got on the underground and rode from bounds green to king's cross for classes. and at the weekends i would ride down to the south bank... gabriel's wharf, the book market, the tate modern and all of the shops and alleyways that became my 'hood.

perhaps since i've lived in new york and now san francisco, the train riding event has become less eventful and more practical. though... there is still some magic.

ever since i started working on the peninsula, i've been getting in my car and driving. yes, that big ol' hoopty girl of a car and i ride down the 101 everyday. and really, there's no reason i shouldn't be on the train. caltrain, that is... caltrain is its own beast, but one i'd be happy to conquer... if i'd just get moving on it already. jeez. i've just become so comfortable in my car. gross. and embarrassing. spending all that gas money is not sexy. though, i do love that guaranteed alone time. i listen to npr and occasionally try to stay up to date on popular culture (equally as gross and embarrassing).

the thing is... by the time i've rounded the corner from duboce/13th st to s. van ness i'm already shouting shitfuckdamn at some brilliant act of dumbassery. i hate that part.

and muni... ah muni. muni would take me to the train. i hadn't been on muni for a while... but a few weeks ago, i hopped on an m train to get downtown. it was so early. the old man across from me smiled his toothless grin at me and the little asian woman next to me was definitely listening to beyonce. get it gurl.

when a man leaving the train dropped his beanie, half the train leapt up after him... heaven forbid he lose that acrylic blend, machine made piece of textile genius. but after the man and his beanie were reunited, everyone sort of looked around and nodded. very pleased, indeed. go team.

so... i gotta get my butt on the train. walk to muni, muni to caltrain, caltrain to the peninsula, peninsula is work. if i had no other option, though... i'd be a trooper. dang car.

think i can make some pals on the train?

fix you...

there are a hundred million things running through my head at the mo. grandpa jim, my mom, my dad, work, some new developments with characters from my past... and my heart is still full, but less explosive.

i lived in london for a while in 2005. probably, the best year of my life. we called ourselves the bounds green massive. layla, jesse, harriet, morgan, alix, arna, pete, mike. we were american, welsh, brits and islandic. it was a magical group of people.... sometimes we would just sit on the floor of the living/morgan's room and play shuffle on our ipods. for hours. they introduced me to the music that is still constantly in my head: faithless, the killers, sigur ros, goldfrapp, nitin sawhney. i could go on for hours.

one night harriet and i listened to this one on repeat for hours. it was still newish. the 7 july bombings were still fresh on everybody's minds. i had come from an incredibly emotional summer at brown ledge. so we unloaded on each other, and listened to this one a lot.

i miss london so much. and yesterday i had a session with a brilliant man from london who is leaving the country tomorrow. ugh. but, he invited me to come to london... he doesn't know me very well, but, probably, i will show up on his doorstep and surprise the shit out of him. now if i could just get his address...

anywhoodle, not much to say for today. just thought i'd unload that beauty of a video on you. have a great weekend!