busreading amy this morning on the bus, i read a wonderful chapter in Good Benito, about a high-schooler (later to become a physicist) who fell in love with his drama teacher, much too old for him. she loved him too, by the way. 000104 ... meli I always used to read zines on the bus, until it finally occured to me that the bad-fuzzy-stomach feeling wasn't from the stinky person sitting nearby. 000105 ... Zeroshin headaches... 010118 ... moonshine Great way to avoid potentially dangerous eye contact. 010119 ... misstree grat way to spend an otherwise wasted hour and a half a day. problem was trying to tear myself out of the book once i got to work. 010119 ... birdmad the transit company here once had a somewhat noble idea, or at least whoever there used to sell advertising revenue some company bought space on those little advert spaces above the handrail where the light fixture sit their little placards were basically just obscure (but good) poetry and abstract artwork i always looked forward to seeing the new ones as they came in and were put up it was a nice escape from all of the other banalities of the day and it helped me to avoid meeting the mad gaze of the man whose expression made him look like his face was the creation of some demented cartoonist (the chronically mentally ill bounce around this town like tumbleweeds on a steady breeze, this state has the worst mental healthcare system, the parents of the insane here continually pray that they will outlive their children so that they will never know the desperate indignity of being left to their own rattled devices) 010119 ... anne-girl they used to have poetry in the adspace of some of our buses also, but I guess the project ended I saw someone reading one of those jewish madonna-sponsored books, and harry potter with a black-and-white cover to make it look more mature We all know you're just a kid at heart 040907 ... birdmad lately, Stephen King's "Dark Tower" books. really really quite good. 040907 what's it to you? who go blather from