He had sandy brown hair and was wearing a long-sleeved tee shirt.
His laptop was turned towards me, so I could see what he was typing. It was a song lyric-- something about how something a girl does makes him want to just shut up and play, stop and play. It would have made a better moment if it had seemed like a better lyric. Perhaps it was my nausea, but it just seemed pedestrian.
During the course of the train ride he must have picked out five more lyrics. I did not read any of the others.
Great Books
Am now reading The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion, lent to me by
Less Great films
Watched Dawn of the Dead remake while trying to do some work. Great cast, I thought. Shame it wasn't more interesting. The whole idea should have just been left with Night of the Living Dead.
