Happy Lost night everyone! Whoo!

Happy Lost night everyone! Whoo! I’ll restrict my Lost talking to Warm Glow, so you can stop with the worrying about spoilers. Let’s talk about shitty subways instead! Some days I just love my commute. It’s usually reasonably quiet and I can sit the whole way and catch up on my reading. Getting deep into a book for 45 minutes before and after my work day is a really nice transition from work world to real world. But of course, there are the days like yesterday, where it took me an hour and a half to get home. There were crowded platforms and angry people and signal malfunctions and waiting on the bridge for 15 minutes. There are days when I don’t get to sit at all and have to stand sideways pressed against a stranger while some lady’s bag jabs me in the butt and I have to yell at people to let me off the car. Usually I think there is nothing worse than sitting in traffic in your car and I am grateful for the mass transit. But some days? I just want a car and my own air to breathe. Which is an expensive request in New York.

I don’t usually buy Trident gum, but every once in a while I’ll pick up a pack based on the nostalgia alone. There’s something about a pack of original flavored Trident that really takes me back. The bodega next to my work had a fancy new “Cool Burst” flavor, so I decided to give that a shot. A couple day of chewing went by and I didn’t notice anything strange, but today I realized there was something in my mouth that had an odd texture. It was no bigger than a grain of couscous, and had separated from the main wad of gum. I spit it into my palm and examined what appeared to be a tiny, clear, rubbery, inner tube-shaped bit. Further searching with my tongue pulled up a couple others. I can only conclude that this is where they hide the long-lasting, minty flavor in the gum. Who knew?

I was going through some old photos and found some from Memorial Day when we went to visit our friends up in Great Barrington. One afternoon the light was really nice and it made everything seem really dramatic. We took some pictures to prove our point.

Here is J reading an Eight Ball: dramatic!

Here is some melon: dramatic!

Finally we decided to see if it would work on some trash:

The glare off the metallic paper ruined it a little, but overall: pret-ty nice.

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