I like being "alone in public." I like to sit in a cafe with my laptop, people-watch and eat dense, fruit-filled muffins. And I am perfectly happy to chat with strangers, but I cannot stand it when people feel the need to co-opt all my attention for 35 minutes in order to converse with me. Especially when those people are not young, eligible men, but rather annoying middle-aged house-husbands. This paunchy guy will not leave me alone. I am updating this blog WHILE HE IS TALKING and he will not take the hint. Save me. He is explaining to me how sad it is that young people (i.e. moi) are not educated about the rudiments of finance will they are in highschool. Now he has started on about mortgages. And the crisis in the US. At the beginning of our little dialogue he identified how cute and ironic it is that here we are: he is reading a book about historical finance cycles, and I am writing a paper on Frankenstein, and that represents HIM DEALING WITH THINGS THAT ARE RELEVANT and ME WORKING ON IRRELEVANT MATERIAL. Isn't that funny? Oh ho ho. I was not laughing.
Let's think about something else. Here are some happy spotted elephants care of NZ artist Tony Cribb.
