walk in the city

2005.11.03 8.57

Last night featured walking nearly five miles as I ran (literally) to the station in the morning, then walked back home at a leisurely pace in the evening, then ran to the gym, and finally ran back home for the final time. I rarely listen to my iPod while I'm doing all of this walking and running, but I'm making an exception in an effort to lessen the boredom. I've found that listening to the Chemical Brothers makes me feel like I'm a bad-ass raver. Listening to the Matrix Soundtrack makes me think I'm Neo and the city is computer generated and all the people are mindless drones. Listening to Madonna makes me feel like I'm back at the concert in first row. This morning I was listening to Depeche Mode's new album and I felt like everyone was moody and depressed and wanted to wear black. I have no idea what will happen when I walk home tonight and listen to my Best of 1970's Sitcom Theme Songs.

This morning on the train I was treated to an excrutiating conversation amongst four women. The relative tranquil nature of the regional rail service was interrupted as they spoke of how awesome macaroni and cheese was and how men were are all a certain way and, oh, how that's so true! The icing to this unmediated conversation came when they tried to decide which Sex in the City character they were. ''Oh, you're more of a Carrie'' and ''You're really a Charlotte'' were bandied to and fro. Nobody identified as a party-girl Samantha or a hard-edged Miranda. I definitely detected more than a hint of Miranda within the group. The train eventually pulled up to the Ft. Washington station and I was free to go. Urgh.

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