I see people having sex on the train and platforms all the time. I'm an overnight stock person at Duane Reade. Usually when I see them they see me, get surprised and stop. It’s happened so much that I just attribute it to the risk of having a night position.
In 2009, these two teenagers (or adults) were having full-blown sex on a W train. I was looking at them through the glass at the end of the car. She had on a dress, with her panties around her right ankle, and he was naked from the waist down to his shoes. They kept going at it from Broadway where I got on, to 49th Street where others started getting on the train. I was certain they were going to get caught at 59th Streeet, but surprisingly no one got on there (though someone from the platform did take a photo of the two lovebirds).
--Nova
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Jar Jar April Fool's Day Prank
Sure enough, the latest Improv Everywhere subway stunt turned out to be a prank.
What I find interesting though, is how they turned the prank around. Most Improv Everywhere subway stunts are pranks on the people on the train--this was turned around so that a person on the train played the trick on the Improv Everywhere actors. Well done, taking it to the next level.
Also interesting: If this was real, did Jar Jar deserve it?
How far can we push performance art in public space?
What's the furthest you've been pushed by a crazy stranger on the train?
Most importantly,
What do you think about this stunt?
Friday, April 1, 2011
New Law on the MTA
After a viral video of some woman throwing spaghetti prompts a NYC council member to try banning food on the subway, here's what comes next....
No Talking on the Subway from Chris Kula on Vimeo.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
A Tribute to a Train Car of the Past.....
The R-10s and the A - a match made in subway heaven.
They thundered. They blazed. They were tailor made for the Abbott. When they ruled, the CPW express run was a DASH and not a leisurely jog. When they bore down on 81st St. in full flight, you had the feeling that nothing could stop them. If you were standing on the platform at 81st, you got an earful as they ripped past.
The TA has made some blunders through the years, but putting the R-10s on the route they were tailor-made for was among the best moves - if not THE best move - ever made.
A combination of express runs and the speed capabilities of those cars. Now, I know that all SMEEs had the same operating characteristics in terms of acceleration and balancing speed, so in that regard the R-10s were no different than, say, the R-42s. Perhaps the fact that the R-10s were, shall we say, noisier than other SMEEs gave the perception of greater speed. Being that as it may, I enjoyed riding on them.
My very first CPW express dash was on a prewar D on November 24, 1967. Their bull and pinion gears wailed away at F# above middle C for most of that sprint.
The R-10s were an immortal fleet. I affectionately refer to then as the Thunderbirds. I still remember the racing stripe scheme they wore in the late 60s.
--Steve
They thundered. They blazed. They were tailor made for the Abbott. When they ruled, the CPW express run was a DASH and not a leisurely jog. When they bore down on 81st St. in full flight, you had the feeling that nothing could stop them. If you were standing on the platform at 81st, you got an earful as they ripped past.
The TA has made some blunders through the years, but putting the R-10s on the route they were tailor-made for was among the best moves - if not THE best move - ever made.
A combination of express runs and the speed capabilities of those cars. Now, I know that all SMEEs had the same operating characteristics in terms of acceleration and balancing speed, so in that regard the R-10s were no different than, say, the R-42s. Perhaps the fact that the R-10s were, shall we say, noisier than other SMEEs gave the perception of greater speed. Being that as it may, I enjoyed riding on them.
My very first CPW express dash was on a prewar D on November 24, 1967. Their bull and pinion gears wailed away at F# above middle C for most of that sprint.
The R-10s were an immortal fleet. I affectionately refer to then as the Thunderbirds. I still remember the racing stripe scheme they wore in the late 60s.
--Steve
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
A Closer Look at New York Subway Preachers
From the New York Times:
Subway Preachers Speak of God
The graffiti has been replaced by advertising. The tokens have been replaced by MetroCards. But the subway preachers are a constant. They were there before I was born and will likely be there after I die — unless, of course, their occasional prophecy of the exact date that the world will end turns out to be accurate.
Some hand out leaflets quietly while others shout passages from the Bible. Some have a strict schedule; others show up whenever they are moved to do so. There seems to be little uncertainty of mission, no sign of existential angst. Most are Christian, servants of Jesus, but there is the occasional Hasidic Jew wandering the concourses. These proselytizers do not, generally, ask for much. You don’t have to give them money to buy a sandwich, and you’re not really obliged to feel guilty if you look away. If you take a tract or ask a question, you’ve gone well beyond your civic duty. Most riders ignore them. Over the past few months, I did not.
Read more: here
Subway Preachers Speak of God
The graffiti has been replaced by advertising. The tokens have been replaced by MetroCards. But the subway preachers are a constant. They were there before I was born and will likely be there after I die — unless, of course, their occasional prophecy of the exact date that the world will end turns out to be accurate.
Some hand out leaflets quietly while others shout passages from the Bible. Some have a strict schedule; others show up whenever they are moved to do so. There seems to be little uncertainty of mission, no sign of existential angst. Most are Christian, servants of Jesus, but there is the occasional Hasidic Jew wandering the concourses. These proselytizers do not, generally, ask for much. You don’t have to give them money to buy a sandwich, and you’re not really obliged to feel guilty if you look away. If you take a tract or ask a question, you’ve gone well beyond your civic duty. Most riders ignore them. Over the past few months, I did not.
Read more: here
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Impromptu Dance Party Breaks out on Subway Platform
Thank you nyctheblog, for this gem.
Here's an impromptu dance party that just apparently happened the other Saturday night.
It's not just hipster kids, look in the back for the older gentleman in the grey sweater, and the two little boys dancing on the right.
Was it the "supermoon" getting into our New York blood--even underground?
Here's an impromptu dance party that just apparently happened the other Saturday night.
It's not just hipster kids, look in the back for the older gentleman in the grey sweater, and the two little boys dancing on the right.
Was it the "supermoon" getting into our New York blood--even underground?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Magic Trick about the A train
There are two magic tricks in this video. The first is a silly card trick.
The second is the Columbus Circle 59th St. Subway Station.
Best moment starts at minute 2:40.
From the 80's cult film "Brother from Another Planet"
If you know the Columbus Circle station, you may have seen this yourself....
(background: protagonist is a mute alien disguised as a human, and more than just a little freaked out by NYC.)
The second is the Columbus Circle 59th St. Subway Station.
Best moment starts at minute 2:40.
From the 80's cult film "Brother from Another Planet"
If you know the Columbus Circle station, you may have seen this yourself....
(background: protagonist is a mute alien disguised as a human, and more than just a little freaked out by NYC.)
Monday, March 21, 2011
Panhandler Ploy....
I went to get an E train at 5th Avenue & 53rd Street, and at the bottom of the stairs/escalators onto the Queens Bound platform there was a beggar asking for money. He was in a wheelchair with semmingly no legs and stubs. So I gave him a few bucks. I was younger like 16-18. Right after I put the $$ in his cup this cop came over, took the $$ out of the cup gave it to me, and said "watch" and he goes and grabs the guy barehanded under the guys armpits and I started getting upset at the guy's humiliation and getting upset with the cop, but within seconds the cop lifted the guy and the legs fell out from a secret compartment, I was speechless. The cop put the guy down on his legs and dude can stand! That now makes me never give $$. Boy did I apologize to that cop lol
-Arnine
-Arnine
Friday, March 18, 2011
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