#p42

[ozkar-krapo]

PARIS 1942

"Paris 1942"

(2LP. Superior Viaduct. 2025 / rec. 1982) [US]

[sustentavelimaginario]

" (...) Estrelas foscas correm, pessoas morrem, a vida é breve, impávido o real se esquiva a designar. Comparar é colidir: o verbo talvez nos leve a mais nenhum sinal " Margarida Vale de Gato

[embr-comic]

[tomakechi]

[firehunters]

when: 5 august 2021 where: brooklyn hospital center who: @avaxhunt​ & rhiannon hunt

Andrew was pacing around the waiting room at the hospital’s delivery ward, his hands rubbing together. 

It had been a long morning that had led up to these events. Andrew by some miracle had been off from work today, so at least he had already been home when he had gotten the call from his mother. “How the fuck did we even beat her to the hospital?” he murmured more to himself. Despite his mother relaying the news, she was not here just yet. 

Andrew looked up as the doctor came by and he rushed over to her. “How’s she doing?” he asked.

“Oh, she’s just fine,” the doctor smiled kindly at him. “She’s not quite ready to deliver, though. Dilated about four centimeters, so she’s got a ways to go, but you’re welcome to see her in the meantime. I would recommend no more than three guests to the room at a time, though. Don’t need her to get too stressed out. You’re the brother, correct?” 

Andrew nodded. “Yeah, I’m the brother-- uncle, yeah. This is my wife.” He gestured vaguely towards Ava. The good news was that there were only a few people in the waiting room at the moment. “Our mom should be here soon. I guess, you don’t need to know that.” He shook his head. He looked over at Ava and cocked his head. “You want to go see her?”

[angelsadvoc8]

[abuserfriendly]

My new job for a Canadian company has me spending a lot of time in Ottawa. On the downside, I’ve had enough time to figure out what items from among the breakfast buffet at the Kanata TownPlace Suites are genuinely worth eating (not many) and learned to subsist on their coffee-flavored warm water. I can live with weak-flavored coffee but weakly caffeinated coffee is an abomination. On the plus side, there are good places to eat in Ottawa (don’t let any Toronto snob tell you different: they just don’t know where to go) and there is also some variety in railfanning for me! Fun fact: there is next to zero freight rail traffic in Ottawa- the city gave itself over to having a primarily administrative economy long ago, and freight trains went with the industry. There are, however, VIA’s corridor spurs into town from Smiths Falls and out to Montreal and passenger train schedules make for easy train chasing. This is VIA #645, the weekday late-afternoon Toronto run, loading up at Fallowfield which is the suburban Ottawa station on the South side of town. But for the garish “VIA 40″-wrapped P42, this consist could be in a photo from the 1950s: its a solid rake of Budd ex-Canadian coaches. I want to say that these cars settled into corridor service after Toronto became their home base when VIA’s Eastern long-distance trains were re-equipped with the “renaissance” equipment shipped over from England. My last trip on a VIA corridor train, however, had renaissance coaches, so there’s really no rhyme or reason it seems.

[lennycarl08]

Through the Crossover at Hercules by lennycarl08 Via Flickr: The sun is falling over the bay as the San Joaquin makes its way toward Bakersfield