So I met this new guy today. This is not something I normally do on the subway, but I guess he saw what I was reading, and I guess I also saw what he was reading, so it was perhaps inevitable. So we strike up a conversation, and hit it off admirably. All the while, I'm thinking: I'm not that obvious, am I? Well, I guess today I was. In any case, it's sort of a shame that he has to get off so soon, as today we just weren't getting off at the same stop. We didn't have time to finish, and all the while I think our trainmates were rather amused or perturbed by his wild gesticulations and floorbound demonstrations. There's a reason why I don't like this sort of thing in public... In any case, we exchanged numbers (well, I gave him my email: never phone number to strangers, after all), so we can probably finish up later. Altogether unexpected, but still...

I just really hafta stop reading math on the train.

Hrmm... I am soon compiling all of the writings on a particular bathroom wall that I have been reading and rereading. Apparently, the appropriate response to, "I love all of my girlfriends shoes... [followed by a detailed inventory of shoes as well as acts]" is "Well, I love my girlfriend's titties and pussy..." Also, while "dictator" is a word, and "pussytator" is not, this is a disconnected fact, somehow. Sigh. A teacher's instincts never die.

Modal logic is exciting. Correspondence theory! Cayley-Klein geometries and modal logics! Whee!

Orientalism is treating me well. (This is a use-mention error, to comic effect). And I will soon begin work on my tapestry of stories starring pathetic, emasculated Chinabois.