February 04, 2004
The reading habits of the SOMA-bound commuter.
On this morning's N-Judah, I noticed that everyone in the first car was reading.
The woman closest to me had an asymmetric heart-shaped bookmark which she had to move each time she turned the page; the woman next to her was agitatedly reading "The Terrible Coil" and nervously looking around; the woman across from her was paging through the San Francisco commuter's treat, The Examiner (whose masthead, I noticed today, has a period after the name: "The Examiner."); standing next to her was a woman cooly reading a paperback.
Everyone, that is, except me: no words in front of my eyes;I was rockin out to The Fall. I picked up an Examiner at the Caltrain station, though, so I could look at the three or four remaining comic strips (down from two full pages just a few months ago) and read the coverage of the Central Freeway development.