Doodle I

I sometimes have a lot of time on my hands. I doodle.  This doodle is the result.  This took me about three weeks to doodle, adding a bit here and there while I was sitting on hold on the phone at work, watching TV at my apartment, reading books on tape (I still consider that reading.  It's reading through my ears) or just daydreaming.

On the F

Now that I’ve moved to New York, I go to bookstores a lot — they’re like libraries, but without all the poor people. I go to bookstores a lot because, in New York, when you’re riding on the subway or walking down the street or taking the elevator up to your office, you’re not supposed to talk to people. Why? Because, I can only assume, then the terrorists win. There are a few exceptions, like a time when I was on the 6 train and a disheveled man walked into the car and, after the doors had closed and we were shuttling on our way, started to pace up and down the train and explain, quite loudly, how he was going to kill all of us.

None of my fellow passengers batted an eye.  Apparently, this was a rather common occurrence.