June 20th, 2006

Narrate like whoa

Snakes on a Train

A couple weeks ago, on the very day I finished The Name of the Rose, I boarded the shuttle to BART and noticed that a cute blonde girl was carrying a paperback of Foucault's Pendulum, which I was about to start, having conquered my first Eco! I told her so, and she acknowledged the fact and did not carry her interest past that point.

Today, I saw her again and wondered how far she was, since I was just over a third of the way through. I never got an opportune moment to ask, however. Nor was I able to ask if she was reading it because she'd read The Da Vinci Code and then been told that it was basically a distilled Foucault's Pendulum.

As I waited for the Colma train, I admired a cute girl in a fuzzy light blue cardigan. Because that is what I do. I admire cute girls. I exist in their vicinity in the hopes that they will talk to me.

When the train arrived, I entered and sat down next to either one of the characters I've already introduced or someone completely new. That is always the way, isn't it?

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