posted by
owlfish at 09:36pm on 01/04/2007
Part 1
On Saturday morning, I went to the National Rail Enquiries webpage to find out what the train times were from Birmingham to Northampton. My fingers typed in my origin and my destination, and I saw that trains left at 13 and 49 past the hour all afternoon. I navigated my way through a crowded and slightly confusing mall to Birmingham New Street, and checked the Departures board for my train. There it was, time and destination, with a platform listing. I was on the platform with 10 minutes to spare. But not until the train pulled up and the announcer said what train it was, aloud, that I realized that this was the train to Nottingham.
The words are close to the same length and have many of the same letters; even so, I'd been the one to start this cascade of confusion by subconsciously typing in the wrong destination in the first place. I knew where I was going, and it wasn't Nottingham. It was a good, if highly disconcerting, lesson in careless reading, in how easy it is to recognize, rather than read, a word, when reading inattentively.
The next train to Northampton wasn't for another 45 minutes, but fortunately my ride was running late too, so it ended up proving no problem for anything except my ego.
Part 2
A city is never best judged from its ring roads. The train pulled in through gently rolling hills to an industrial expanse. The railway station seemed no where in particular. Its driveway meandered a bit before dropping us onto a car-oriented road. As we wended our way around Northampton in search of the right road signs, the city struck me as incoherent. It grew up in minor spurts and starts before indulging in minor, generic sprawl and a tangle of overlapping routs orbiting the center. I've only driven around Northampton, and it's superficial to judge a city on such transient interaction. Then again, it didn't say much about it when I read on a hotel review website, in a frequent business traveler's comment, that all the city's hotels are located at dual carriageway junctions.
On Saturday morning, I went to the National Rail Enquiries webpage to find out what the train times were from Birmingham to Northampton. My fingers typed in my origin and my destination, and I saw that trains left at 13 and 49 past the hour all afternoon. I navigated my way through a crowded and slightly confusing mall to Birmingham New Street, and checked the Departures board for my train. There it was, time and destination, with a platform listing. I was on the platform with 10 minutes to spare. But not until the train pulled up and the announcer said what train it was, aloud, that I realized that this was the train to Nottingham.
The words are close to the same length and have many of the same letters; even so, I'd been the one to start this cascade of confusion by subconsciously typing in the wrong destination in the first place. I knew where I was going, and it wasn't Nottingham. It was a good, if highly disconcerting, lesson in careless reading, in how easy it is to recognize, rather than read, a word, when reading inattentively.
The next train to Northampton wasn't for another 45 minutes, but fortunately my ride was running late too, so it ended up proving no problem for anything except my ego.
Part 2
A city is never best judged from its ring roads. The train pulled in through gently rolling hills to an industrial expanse. The railway station seemed no where in particular. Its driveway meandered a bit before dropping us onto a car-oriented road. As we wended our way around Northampton in search of the right road signs, the city struck me as incoherent. It grew up in minor spurts and starts before indulging in minor, generic sprawl and a tangle of overlapping routs orbiting the center. I've only driven around Northampton, and it's superficial to judge a city on such transient interaction. Then again, it didn't say much about it when I read on a hotel review website, in a frequent business traveler's comment, that all the city's hotels are located at dual carriageway junctions.
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my grandparents are in northampton and they have a lovely shoe museum.
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I've been to the Bata Shoe Museum a few times in Toronto. I like the idea of going to another one. I wonder how many there are in the world?
Nice to know where you are in such detail
It's been a long while - can't believe I found you through a random google search. We haven't talked since you were still in school and doing your PhD and I met one of your fellow students.
Anyway, *snugs* I'm glad you're well and enjoying wandering around. I'm going to spend some time actually reading your livejournal, so I won't ask useless questions when I can so easily find the answer.
'Lindy
Re: Nice to know where you are in such detail
My geographic whereabouts regularly baffle even people who read my LJ regularly, so it's easier for me to just tell you rather than have you try to deduce it from my posts. My posts are better for small snapshots of pieces of my life than any coherent overall picture.
I'd love to know more about you and how you've been when you have a moment - email, posts, comments, whatever's good for you.
Re: Nice to know where you are in such detail
:) But it's a nice warmy fuzzy feeling to hear from you again.
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