The thin, fragile, and (oft unfairly) maligned conduit between Brooklyn and Queens is shutting down for five weeks so that the MTA can repair lingering damage from Hurriance Sandy. This has provided occasion to air out moldering anxieties about the G train and the area it serves, one too ripe for Uber to resist exploiting: While the MTA does their thing, we’re here to bridge the gap with one free transfer between the Nassau Av and Court Sq G train stops.
The MTA's "thing" is maintaining vital physical infrastructure. Uber is beloved by its investors precisely because it does not perform that kind of costly work, but [...]
Further updates from our losing the war against trees: Already this season, slippery rail conditions caused by leaves have delayed Metro-North and Long Island Rail Road trains more than 700 times.
On the subway, the B and Q trains have been held up regularly as they go aboveground through Brooklyn’s leafier precincts.
How can fluttering foliage bring down a mighty rail network?
The culprit is pectin, the same stuff that causes jelly to jell.
It’s in leaves.
When trains run over wet leaves, “it actually creates a slurry,” said John Pesich, a vice president at Metro-North.
Are we even a society at this point? Or are we just [...]
In Union Square this morning. The MTA is making millions off that extra buck you pay for a new metrocard. We've got reaction
— kristen shaughnessy (@kshaughnessy2) May 13, 2013
Each Metrocard costs the MTA about six cents to make. Since March, they've charged you a dollar for each one, because it's not "green." Because… that's your fault. That they make Metrocards. Yeah.
So the other 94¢ the MTA makes on each card goes to planting a baby tree in Queens. Because that'd be GREEEEEN. Just kidding, it's all profit. The idea of this having to do with the environment is as fake as the scammy carbon [...]
Thirty years ago—at the height of New York City's "War on Graffiti," and in an act of faith utterly incommensurate with the city's public demonization of graffiti writers—a group of teenagers named SHY 147, DAZE, MIN and DURO met with MTA official Richard Ravitch, and proposed a deal. Give the writers of New York City one train line to adorn with their vibrant aerosol murals, and they would leave the rest alone. Let them paint for six months, then let the public vote on the merits of their contribution.
Ravitch suggested that if the writers wanted to contribute, he would give them all brooms, and hostilities resumed. The subway's [...]
After working around the clock for days and testing systems all night, the first G trains for passengers started rolling at 8:55 am.
— MTA (@MTAInsider) November 7, 2012
Welcome back to New York City, isolated communities of Greenpoint and Fort Greene and Clinton Hill and near-Bed Stuy and South Williamsburg!
Here are just 17 seconds of the worst non-dentistry-related three minutes of my life. Did you enjoy broing down with rockstar chefs and hacky sacks at the Great GoogaMooga Festival in Prospect Park yesterday? Did you enjoy standing in endless lines? Did you enjoy it all so much that you became… whatever these dudes are? I considered derailing the train with my mind to save Manhattan as we left York St. on the F but instead I just changed cars at East Broadway like an adult.