real quietly–it’s late–he taps on the phone booth. It’s filled with kids, facing inward over an ipod. They’ve got a song on and headphones over the telephone so who knows who’s hearing it, their mom or a call-in show or someone who hung up after one track to look up stevie wonder memorabilia on ebay and resell it to rural dial-up customers via columbia house-style direct mail solicitations–memento speculation, they call it. He read about this last week, in his minesweeper discussion group. Everybody there has other interests, and they emphasize that. The kids are pressing the ipod’s viridescent display to the glass, it’s an audiobook.
March 4, 2007...4:10 am
Fergus Bordewich
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March 4, 2007 at 11:10 pm
I just smoked five cigarettes. Now I’m going to run 15 miles. Having a friend who works at
the best bakery in the country is a mixed blessing when you have Compulsive Eating Disorder. ( Sorry I ‘paid it forward’ in a skittery and lame way, m’lord)
March 5, 2007 at 9:11 pm
I made a wrong turn and only went 13. after 8 miles all of the butter had evaporated. This is my personal blog. This event sounds so cool I’m going