january 5 (no, I don't know why there are two entries for the same day.)

your uncertainty will be the death of me I am on the way to being a capitalist pig land owner. Whoopee! It's nice having a new small obsession, no matter where it goes. It fuels me. Observed, on the subway: The N (as is posted) arrives on the opposite track at 34th. Big heavy bristly guy stands within an inch of the door and mutters, "On the wrong track. Not supposed to be on this track. Is this the N?" He rides it all the way to my stop. Nothing new to report, really, just a phrase I liked (which I made up but couldn't think how else to work in here): "So few people rise to the occasion of their lives." I wonder if I am, sometimes.  Obligatory amusing link worth note: Spinnwebe. Nighty-night.