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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-04-03
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Saturday, April 09, 2005. An announcement now frequents the airwaves in the metro: "Attention passengers! The monthly pass is now available as Navigo. Sign-up at the ticket window.". A metro pass that magically allows you to slide through the turnstiles without having to slip your ticket through the machine. Just keep Navigo in the bottom of your bag, and slide it across the sensor. Everybody grab onto...
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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-04-24
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Saturday, April 30, 2005. Metro Chatelet. One of the long tunnels connecting trains. Posted by Emily @ 16:33. Wednesday, April 27, 2005. Crazy Person #57 (My Future Self). Line Twelve, Northbound toward Porte de la Chapelle. I smile at my hands. He points at my face, yells, "I saw teeth! And clutches his dirty hat to his belly as it shakes with laughter and the rocking of the train. Claustrophobic....
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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-03-27
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Thursday, March 31, 2005. Taken by a broken escalator, Line Four at Les Halles, on 30th of March. The sign assures passengers that the escalator will be fixed the 30th of April. That's right, kids, work those buttocks. Posted by Emily @ 01:13. Tuesday, March 29, 2005. My point is this: I wasn't drunk, Mom, I swear. I woke up early before my first big exposé. I read it again and again to my empty room&#...
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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-05-08
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Saturday, May 14, 2005. I had no patience for the sluggish, the uncertain, the lost, the laden-down mass of people schlepping up the stairs in front of me. Just thinking about that set of stairs off the Four at Gare du Nord at rush hour gave me panic attacks. Metro Solution - A Modest Proposal. City Hall invested in about three dozen wolverines, a handful of komodo dragons. By the end of the year.
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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-04-17
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Friday, April 22, 2005. Hearing them coming, I veered right. One of the boys slammed into my side with his elbow. I rubbed my injured love handle and watched them make their way down the tunnel. Soon, they picked up the newspaper and threw it into the air. Folded and aerodynamic, it slammed into the wall, narrowly missing a man walking just in front of me. They shouted. The man shrugged. The man and I ...
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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-04-10
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Saturday, April 16, 2005. First Day in Paris. First day in Paris; first experience with the metro. Fresh off the flight from JFK, I was determined to blend in. This, however, proved difficult:. 2) I was carrying a suitcase and a cello. 3) I smelled like airplane. Posted by Nicolas @ 18:44. Friday, April 15, 2005. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. This is common sense. If an old woman totters ...
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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-03-20
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Friday, March 25, 2005. These announcments weren't enough to save an elderly woman heading down the stairs. She grasped the railing with both hands, taking the long steps down one at a time. As I started down from the next landing, I saw them: two boys about my age, unzipping the woman's bag and fumbling through her belongings. Commuters brushed by. I keep my money in my socks.". Posted by Emily @ 19:43.
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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-05-22
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Monday, May 23, 2005. Mother of the Metro. Line 12, Northbound towards Porte de la Chapelle, 11:15am. Roving, dirty, dog-walking young anarchists frequent the metro in search of money. Today, two of them waited with me on the quai. Of the Twelve. They shared a beer and stank of alcohol, laughing loudly as they provoked the dog to snarl and pull at their sweater sleeves. Doesn't the smell bother you?
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Metro Stories: Tales, Interviews and Photographs: 2005-05-01
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Send us an email. Unleashed on the Eleven. Mother of the Metro. My Missing Arm Beats Your Missing Foot. Thursday, May 05, 2005. When the Metro Closes. I think theoretically you’re supposed to buy a ticket on the Paris night bus but nobody ever does, and tonight is no different. I stumble on the D, headed home to the 18th arrondissement, pushed forward by the human tide behind me. You’ve got such pretty eyes, monsieur. Are you from Martinique? You look exactly like a friend of mine from back home. The rin...
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¿que quiere?: June 2005
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Somehow, I managed to save the last entry as a draft instead of posting it, so it's not being published until just now. You'll be happy to know that I have since been rid of my earache, which is quite nice. I'm back at work, though not receiving nearly enough hours. So it goes. I think that one of the things I've been meaning to do is to make a list of all the various blogs and sites that I read / visit. Here are a few of them:. Consistently one of the best blogs, updated almost daily. Mi conlon, louisa ...