And to be honest, one of the worst parts about the caltrain is that it turned into a social endeavor in the second half of my year long commute experiment. I mean, I'm a social creature and all, not too far down the software engineer side of Steve's take on the autism spectrum. But I just couldn't take all the socializing at 8AM. Caltrain time was supposed to be my quiet newspaper, coffee, and iPod time. But since my employer has a rather large caltrain riding population - twice they've had to increase the size of the shuttle that takes us to work from the train station in the past year - I always run into people on the train, and then I have to put my mind into that "people place," and we sit and we chat and we share the newspaper. Honestly that's not the bad part - the bad part for me was the shuttle from the train station to work. For some reason I hate talking when I can be overheard. But everybody wants to talk, and I don't want to talk, cause there's 15 people on the shuttle and a lot of awkward silence. So if you ask me how my weekend was, I probably don't want to tell you out loud, cause I don't want everybody to know how my weekend was. My weekend was probably lame. And it got impossible to avoid people. So that's part of why I drive now.
I just went to a show by myself. I saw Thee More Shallows for like the 9th time. They're one of my favorite bands ever, and luckily they live here in SF and play at least once a month. Going to shows by myself is fun. Maybe 1 in 10 times I chit chat with somebody while we're standing around waiting for the music, but usually I don't. I guess usually I choose to silently seethe in anger at all the people who will talk during the music. I'm working on finding a zen place about those things. But, in the spirit of apathy, this is the first show I've gone to at all in at least 2 months. Let us all praise apathy.
Listen. we all know one thing here - my posting frequency hasn't exactly been exemplary. On a scale of 1 to exemplary, it would be a 1. So that's why I'm copying and pasting this next bit out of an email I just wrote. Because I can reuse content, because I haven't copyrighted anything here or there. Have I? Shit. Don't I get a freebie copyright somewhere? I guess I haven't even said "copyright ethan 2005" over in the side bar there like I need to. meh. I digress.
How's the music scene over your way? I was thinking of getting a harmonium for a while, but then I realized I don't know what one was. All I knew was that one day I wanted to see this in the liner note credits of a CD: "On track 4, ethan b on harmonium." It would be handrwritten, and kind of sloping downward. And on the opposite page there'd be a badly lit picture of an above ground swimming pool in somebody's backyard.
My camera is still broken. I'd kinda like to sell it on ebay, but I can't do so in good conscience. My only recourse is to bitch to Canon, but that's, like riding caltrain, a pain in the ass. I'm not a phone bitcher. But Emily has some friends who are AWESOME phone bitchers. It's scary just knowing that that skill exists, the ability to get something for nothing by refusing to let a service representative off the line.
Posted by Ethan at November 5, 2005 11:25 PM