The B-train

There's a beautiful Siamese cat in my apartment. My roommates named him B-Side because the B side of a soundtrack always contains the little known songs that are often better than the A side tracks.

So you can imagine my surprise yesterday, when the door to Boston's B-Train opened, and a band was improvising a song about how the B-train was the best train in town. It was a wonderful blues tune, sang by a frumpy little guy in an old tweed jacket, and accompanied by a harmonica and air drums. The train was already crowded with passengers, but we made space for the hippish-looking band, laughing and wondering what they smoked/drank/snorted that night. Or perhaps they are just high on the sponteneity of life. Anyway, it's probably one of my favorite subway rides in Boston.

Overheard at BU in two days

From our reputable, outrageously gay professor:

"Wear something nice to the formal. If you are from the Midwest, that means a suit and a tie."

"Massachusetts is an over-educated state, unlike some of those under-educated ones. I won't mention which, y'all."

Conversations at the library/Class:

Prof: Feel free to ask me any questions
A: In all seriousness, professor, what's the best way to relieve stress before an exam?

J: I'd understand my notes better if it actually said, herfus, herfus, murfus. And I can be like, oh, you mean herfus herfus!

M: Do bisexual men exist?
A: They are rare, like unicorns.

Q: Are you going to bring your class notes to the open-book exam?
M: I'd bring toilet paper to the exam if it's going to help.