The only thing better than a service dog is a service dog you can carry! Awwwww….Seen on the L train
(Source: Flickr / zokuga)
Saw this weird mock-MTA service alert in the uptown R/N train station at 8th street this morning. The site it advertises is some Polish site. A user on reddit found this recently created blog featuring a variety of MTA-LOTR themed posters. Something’s going on here….
Gabriel Royal, playing the cello at the Bedford stop in Williamsburg
These are the instructions for the subway car’s emergency brake. I admit…if I had never actually read this, I would’ve considered pulling the pulling the brake for all three of those situations (a raging fire in the car, someone having a crazy seizure, someone wielding a knife)…so when are you supposed to pull the emergency brake?
Edit: Dan Frommer points out that the NYT did a story on this. Apparently, use the brake if someone is caught between doors and is about to be dragged to a horrible death. Otherwise, don’t pull it. Because it takes longer for the cops to reach the car to stop that knife-wielding maniac (this actually happened).
What a subway car looks like in Rome: quite a bit more modern than NYC, but the routes cover much less of the city and are not 24 hours.
Violinist under Rockefeller Center. I took some video of his performance here.
Two of my favorite images from Subway by Bruce Davidson.
I just got the Aperture edition of this book and it’s stunning. Real beauty comes out of the grit and filth that was the New York City subway system in 1980. If you’re looking to buy someone a photo book for the holidays definitely check this out.
In regards to the horrible story of this week’s subway-pusher…I love this anecdote by a New York Times commenter about the time she got pushed (accidentally) by the “exiting pack of commuters”. Someone saves her…but was apparently too busy to stop and acknowledge her “thank you”. That really is quintessential New York…
Years ago, at the Jamaica LIRR station, I got shoved by the exiting pack of commuters so that I fell between the train and the platform, jammed up to my waist. Knowing the train constantly shifted back and forth, I was terrified, and frantic to climb out. Some gentleman, without hesitation, leaned down, and pulled me up from under my armpits, dumped me on my bottom, on the platform away from the train door, and continued on his way without even the briefest hesitation. Yes, I had a ripped skirt and bloody knees, but I was otherwise in tact and forever grateful to the stranger who never even heard my “Thank you thank you thank you.” Everyone else, like rats leaving a sinking ship, just continued to push their way OVER and AROUND me, as if I were a pile of garbage. Not even a railroad employee came to ask how I was…
I recently switched to the Samsung Galaxy Note II android phone. The camera is pretty nice, here’s a photo of the Broadway Junction L line at night. I like the options to manually control exposure and ISO, though there’s apparently no way to turn off the stupid shutter sound or access the camera before you unlock the home screen.