Strange things are happening in the city and they keep interfering with my commute. On Wednesday, two blocks were closed to traffic, fire engines were posted everywhere, helicopters hovered over buildings, and the T stopped because of a mysterious gas leak by the Longwood/Harvard School of Public Health area that turned out to be a non-issue. A non-issue but a huge traffic nightmare. Then this morning, I arrived at North Station to find the biggest crowd I had ever seen there, but of course, nobody knew why. But the kicker was what happened after I got off of the subway to walk into work. Traffic that had been going on smoothly was suddenly halted as two cops on motorbikes with full sirens sped to the middle of the busy intersection, stopped, and started directing traffic by hand. Then left after five minutes. Sometimes, I think traffic is a bit like God. Mysterious, odd-number of letters, and affects my life in profound ways I never expect.
Moi: ... they said it's a hydrogen leak. But hydrogen isn't that harmful right?
Lenny: Well...
(I think about what I said for a second)
Moi: Oh, except when they make bombs. Right. But what I don't understand is, why do they have hydrogen at the school of public health?
Lenny: To make bombs.
Moi: At the school of public health?
Lenny: They never said public health was only about positive impact. It's just studying impact. A bomb would have a negative impact on the public, and they'll study why.
Really can't wait until Lenny's MPH program starts next year.
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