traffic
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| Amount of texts to »traffic« | 30, and there are 26 texts (86.67%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 273 Characters |
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| First text | on Mar 28th 2000, 20:06:21 wrote Dragan about traffic |
| Latest text | on Mar 13th 2015, 16:23:56 wrote Josh about traffic |
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on May 26th 2008, 20:40:44 wrote
on May 26th 2008, 20:41:25 wrote |
The load on a communications device or system. One of the principal jobs of a system administrator is to monitor traffic levels and take appropriate actions when traffic becomes heavy.
We in traffic are demented ballerinas, pointing our toes: gas clutch brake, stop, start, go again. I feel a certian camraderie with my fellow commuters. They slow down to let me in sometimes, and I do the same. In traffic are countless opportunities to make someone's day a little better or a lot worse. My car coughs politely and purrs, just to let me know it's still there. I cough back. Steadily we inch over the bridge, I'm turning up my music, all of us stuck in the same boat. Over the lake we all go together.
It is said that Germans are very likely not to cross the road when the traffic light tells them not to do so by glowing red. So people think Germans are stiff people that obey easily to authorities, but in fact they stop for a different reason. They stop because they need some rest. As everyone knows, Germans work very accurate and are always exhausted. (All the people you see at the Loveparade are in fact from france or spain.) When a German sees a red light, stopping is no matter of following rules, but fooling the boss. Because the German appears late and says: »There was a red light blocking me, I could not come earlier.« And the boss is happy to have such an accurate staff.
Traffic in London is horrible. Nobody seems to care about the traffic lights. Everybody just runs across the streets. Extremely dangerous, if you come from somewhere where they don't drive at the left side.
Along comes a man, who is searching for buying cigarettes. he asked a passenger »Excuse me, where is the nearest traffic?«
Don't you see the traffic, this is all tehe traffic, we have.
Is traffic like the march of ants the buzz of bees? Or is it something greater? The lack of group purpose in traffic removes it from comparison to the insects. One goes here, one goes there, no one goes the same place, but everyone is going to a place. hence: jams.
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