One Fine Jay

I think his name was Ryan

A stranger on the bus sits, reading the paper. I’ve learned over the four years I’ve live in Maryland that everyone chats up everyone. Even the surliest faces open up to conversation, if but to break the palpable silence sometimes experienced in public transportation. I’ve also learned that usually I don’t have to initiate anything,… Continue reading this entry

Moleskine

My moleskine, and the ex libris I wrote when I got it. When I first read of the Moleskine from Stephan (from this post), I thought to myself, Such indulgence for a notebook! Granted, ever since I graduated high school (and not having owned a computer of any sort until I graduated college) I have… Continue reading this entry