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[chachamisu]

#wheretogoinvienna #wienerkonzerthaus #CUBE (Contemporary Urban Beat Ensemble) and Webern Kammerphilharmonie concert was awesome. Love the music. On screen were games like Tetris, Pac Man etc. There was even gamer on the stage who was playing Mario Kart along the music, and an interactive vote game with audiences’ smartphones. Also, kontrabass/doublebass (?) is always cool. #aufspiel2017 #latepost #großesaal #Vienna #citydiary #concert #whattodoinvienna

[chachamisu]

Version 2.0 #wiw, I kind of bored and lazy going with train more than 30 minutes right now. I used to enjoy it. Reading or alike makes me dizzy, so i have no idea what else to do if i couldn't even sleep. Good was i got the old train. The new train with red seats still smells chemical and the seat is too high my knee hurts. #citydiary #complaining once in a while is ok #ootd outfit of that day

[bostondiary]

(Hating) Riding the T

Being a Boston-area college student for the past couple years now, I've come to know a thing or two about the T: which lines are busy at what times, which stops to avoid and, probably most importantly, general T etiquette. Here's what I've gathered in my most recent T experience. Orange line trains are few and far between. I have never liked the orange line, trains always seem to come in 15-20 minute increments rather than 5 minutes in-between like most T-stops. They also seem very dangerous--the types of people wandering about the orange line stops, such as Downtown Crossing, are not the types of people you want to be stranded with if the last T out of Downtown Crossing is delayed or just never shows up. As one Yelper put it, "I call it the OJ Line, because OJ is orange, and by taking the orange line, you might very well die." In my latest orange line experience, there was a ~50 year old man at the North Station stop with his shirt in hand waving it around like a rally towel. Bruins games don't start for another week, my friend. And, of course, the AC never seems to work on the orange line--which was a shame given the 85 degree day we had in Boston on Saturday. The only redeeming quality about the orange line is the fact that it gives easy access to a couple Boston suburbs and their trains are bigger than those used on the green line. Which does, in fact, bring us to the green line. Green line trains, although the newest looking out of all T trains, are very small. Also, when waiting at Park Street, the chances of you catching the green line train you actually want is slim to none. I could wait 30 minutes for a B line train to show up and take me to campus and watch six C, D or E line trains pass me by. It gets annoying after a while, especially when a B line train does show up and it's already packed. With Red Sox fans. Don't you people know you can take any train except E to Kenmore? I know this isn't really advertised except for at Park Street, but c'mon, you guys know better by now. Lastly, the red line. Although the red line trains have more room compared to green line trains, it never seems to be enough. I don't think I've ever ridden on the red line where every seat hasn't been taken. And of course, just like every experience I've had on the red line, the people are weird. There was a man sitting outside the MGH stop yelling profanities at passer-byers with the ever so subtle bottle of whiskey in a paper bag. Because the actual T stop is a set of stairs away from where you enter the building, no MBTA employees were around to kick the man out. It is unusual, though, because I usually see the biggest presence of MBTA employees on the red line, and more frequently during rush hours. I can only imagine how the T was set up when first constructed. Was it similar to the big dig? Was the MBTA supposed to be strictly for subway trains or did they originally decide on busses and (real-life-train-on-the-tracks) trains being part of the plan? Who rode the T when it first opened? Was it expensive for the average Bostonian? Although I'm not sure about the above questions, I am sure that I hate riding the T.

[gracemarieliu-blog]

Good Morning Sunday (at Bluebird Coffee Shop)