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Last night, as Lisa and I were heading home from the NAJP farewell party, we saw a city bus going at normal bus speed up Broadway--passengers sitting down, driver in the normal driver position, everything as usual, except that the electronic marquee on the front of the bus, which would normally have the number of the bus and the name of the route, read "EMERGENCY / CALL POLICE." The little display on the back of the bus, instead of the bus number, read "CALL / COPS / 911."

Unnerved, we called 911; the operator seemed perplexed by things that weren't the things perplexing us. ("It was heading which way on Broadway? And you're at what street? 118th? Is that West 118th or East 118th? I'm not showing that on my map... Is it still there?")

In other news: Liz Phair's new record is a lot more enjoyable, I've discovered, if I pretend that it's a really clever gag that she put together for an appearance on SNL in 1993.


Colin said:

The Liz Phair interpretation is really spot-on, especially while listening to that "Rock Me" song. There's a horrible article in the Boston Phoenix basically spending 800 words making that "it's so commercial it's good!" point, which you pretty much say in a sentence.

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