I wonder why driving makes people so rageful? I mean, I rarely see grocery store shopping cart rage.

Well, if I had to navigate a grocery store every day, for say 30 minutes, and thus constantly came across "two little old ladies with their carts side by side, chatting and blocking the whole aisle," I am sure I would become ragey after a while. And, with grocery carts, you can totally ram people! It doesn't cause any damage!!

Like a lot of things about Boston, they seemed to assume that either you'd been doing this exact thing for the last 15 years or you just shouldn't be there anyway.

I'm... coming to understand that this is an underlying attitude about the city, yes. Did I tell you all about the time (recently) a friend of mine got an invitation to some reception in the city, with directions listing the "Auditorium" stop on the T? It hasn't been named that officially in about 10-15 years; its name is Hynes/ICA. She had to google, and not the official MBTA site, to figure out what the hell they were talking about.

One of my students last period, in his frustration with his assembly, called out, "Screw you, Bob Saget!" I immediately thought of the board.

Like a lot of things about Boston, they seemed to assume that either you'd been doing this exact thing for the last 15 years or you just shouldn't be there anyway.

Heh. Especially now that I haven't lived there in so long, all of my landmarks are gone, but I still think of things as "right by where the [whatever] used to be," which works for people who have been there since the 80s, nsm anyone else...

God, my commute this morning was annoying. I was already running late, then the train I was on went out of service, so we all smooshed on to the next one, which yuck, and it's raining.

Did I tell you all about the time (recently) a friend of mine got an invitation to some reception in the city, with directions listing the "Auditorium" stop on the T? It hasn't been named that officially in about 10-15 years; its name is Hynes/ICA.

Heh, not anymore, since the ICA moved to the waterfront. I think it is officially just "Hynes Convention Center" or "Hynes" now.

The funny thing is, I still think of it as Auditorium (though I ALSO think of it as Hynes - ICA never really stuck).

I have almonds. Nom nom nom.

Oh oh! I remember my other iremaking thing: creepers. You know, the people who stop waaaay before they need to and then spend the next 2 minutes inching 10 yards forward? Irks me partly because I drive stick, and that's a lot of wasted clutch work, and partly because there are some intersections that if you don't pull all the way up to the next car, there's a good chance you are going to leave someone blocking the previous intersection when that light changes and here you are inchinginchinginching TO WHAT FUCKING PURPOSE?!

Anyway.

France is having a great debate over the fate of the semicolon: [link]

ION, I got even less sleep last night than I did the night before. I'm running on fumes here.

Timid drivers bug me almost as much as aggressive drivers. Of course, my level of ire has decreased enormously since I stopped commuting 20+ miles each way on I95 every day.

I do want to say that if you are making a left turn from a two way street, regardless of whether you pull out into the intersection or not, don't turn your wheel until you are making the turn. Otherwise, if you get hit from behind, you'll get pushed out into oncoming traffic.

Oh oh oh! I got new socks!

This is, of course, mostly unexciting, but they are cool socks from Sock Dreams! I decided I needed more knee-high socks, and after some perusal of the site I was convinced that I also needed some above-the-knee, and what the hell, maybe a pair or two of thigh-high stockings!

At which point it immediately turned 70 degrees out and I may not be able to wear any of them for 6 months or so. But new socks!

Timid drivers bug me almost as much as aggressive drivers.

My mother clearly thinks she's a very safe driver, with her sudden braking when a car is slowing down three miles away, but OH the teeth-grinding I do!

Oops, time for class!