Connections

The city decided to welcome me back from Florida with lovely weather. It stormed all last night, with thunder so loud it woke me up two or three times. At work today everyone was talking about how they thought the city was being bombed and felt their apartments shake. It was still raining in the morning and dreary all day.

I started reading St. Augustine's "Handbook on Faith, Hope, and Love" on the subway this morning. I sat down next to a Hispanic man who turned out to be a fashion photographer. He told me he was interested in my nose ring and gave me his business card so he could do some headshots. He got up to leave then realized he still had another stop to go, and we started talking about books. He asked what I was reading and must have sensed that I found it confusing because he recommended me some reading on chakhras and the Dalai Lama.

St. Augustine's writing, being from the fourth century, isn't immediately comprehensible, and I often found myself re-reading paragraphs and entire pages. I was so engrossed in the reading that I missed my stop, and jumped off the subway as soon as I realized it. Fortunately I was only one stop away from where I normally get off, and walking the extra five blocks did me some good.

I had 26 unread emails from being gone, mostly street team packages to mail and new shows to put in the database. At our staff meeting today, I got signed on to some website projects and jokingly suggested to work with a non-Francophone producer writing songs for a Francophone superstar. I'm secretly hoping they'll make me his assistant or something.

It was really stuffy and I was feeling a little queasy, so I volunteered to run to the post office. I took a detour to Starbucks to get my paycheck and a free drink, and in the process was assigned two more days to work this week. So much for having my weeknights off.

I called the photographer -- he wants to do a headshot session for free. I'm definitely down for that.