Current mood:	satisfied
Entry tags:	train

More Train Follies

I should just rename this journal Visions of Melancholy from a Slow-Moving Train or something of that sort, because the only bloggable things that happen seem to take place on Metro Rail. I know there are factions out there that say you must blog about your work to improve your career, your social life, your chance of getting a compatible mate, &c., &c.; but my job would bore you to tears. For the non-technocrati, I work for a computer technology company (boring); for the technorati, I work for an online advertising agency that thinks PHP is still hot (über-boring). So no more talk about work.

Today’s trip combined the greatness of the BSIE in the morning (“Sir, please step out of the yellow danger zone”) with this crazy girl named Isadora in the evening. I don’t mean crazy as in tinfoil-hat-mumbling-to-yourself, but crazy as in an ineffable zest for life that makes everyone around her open up and smile. She introduced herself to the entire car, then proceeded to introduce each passenger to the others.

I mean, this kind of bizarre spontaneous social gathering only occurs in sit-coms, but today it happened in real life. The tall man that I see almost every day at the station—his name is David. She read his palm.

In a fit of spontaneous goodwill, I offered to take her to the airport (it wasn’t excessive goodwill; the airport is on my way home). She accepted, and we zipped out of the station, all the windows down in my dusty Toyota and Axel Rose screaming Welcome to the Jungle at full blast on the crappy in-dash stereo.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I am reminded what it was like to be alive.