I rang in 2010 at a bar named for a poet. Even when I don't look for this stuff, it finds me! Happy New Year to you; let's talk about reading-related resolutions tomorrow.
(Since I practice Safe Internet you can freely assume I am no longer at that bar, if you sleuths can figure out what it is. Also, did I bring a book for the long, cold subway ride home? It's possible.)
2 days ago
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Reading a book on a late-night subway ride in the wee hours of New Year's Day is one of those Tom Waits moments that color everybody's life in New York. They're a pretty unavoidable part of living in the city, even, presumably, for those people with far more resources than me.
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