Transit is a state of limbo; everyone's preparing for the next act. There's a lot you can learn about a person in transit based on books read in idle time, clothes, expression and features.
Here are a few photos of women from a late afternoon on BART. I was traveling from Oakland to Walnut Creek, on the Pittsburg/Baypoint line from San Francisco.
Though it's safe to say I felt like Alice might if she wandered into the looking-glass and found herself in East LA.
At 2:00 AM.
Wrote furiously most of Saturday and Sunday. Computer kept freezing. It was bad enough I had a 7-lb. PC, but did it have to get all anxiety-disorder on me too? I never thought I'd experience such acute Mac envy but the world changes when you're surrounded by the haxor elite.
Check out conference coverage at CMSWire. That's not everything; the editor and I are still parsing out a lot of my inflamed hoo-ha. While I had a winning time I was deliriously happy about sliding into my own bed on Sunday and falling asleep to South Park, even if it was the Super Adventurer child molestation episode.
Ad slave, wordsmith + co-founder of Hurrah and AdVerve (podcast and blog). French-American, Bay Area-born. My mission: Understanding how we make meaning. That seems important.
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