There’s a nice, satisfying feeling I get when the N/W train I take home goes express once we hit Queens. There’s a similar feeling to be able to blog from the same express train. This is weird. I feel all empowered and like I have the technology to do absurd things. And the sad part is, I do. Isn’t it absurd to be blogging from the subway? I’ve got a good idea for a post tonight, but given the volume of text involved, it will have to wait until I get home. Last stop, Ditmars Boulevard. DING DONG. Gotta run.