The other fun thing was the commute. While I'm not a fan of long commutes in California, riding the subway every day to work was an experience I enjoyed--most of the time! Even in July. In the heat and humidity. Even with a shuttle ride still to go at the end. Time elapsed? If lucky, one hour.
Then there are the trains themselves. When you try to crowd into a car with a million people and the heavy-set dude in front of you has glue feet, you have to sacrifice an arm to keep the door open while you holler "Can you please move?" Luckily, when you do this, no one cares, not even the man with Superglue on the soles of his shoes. Then when you get on the train with a million people, there's no place to sit andas the car jerks forward, you consider asking Mr. Adhesive-Wingtips if you can borrow his glue.
What I did on the train when I did get a seat:
- Paid close attention to my fellow travelers, what they wore, what they said, how they slumped, relaxed, or perched on their seats
- Listened to an interview with Patton Oswalt discussing his book Zombie Spaceship Wasteland recorded at the iTunes store in Brooklyn and downloaded onto my iPod by me for free
- Listened to Citizen Cope as well as a playlist I'd made of the 2009 American Idol cast (eclectic is my bag)
- Played Spider Solitaire on my phone
- Read Len Joy's American Past Time on my Kindle
- Read student stories on my phone
- Wrote a draft of a story on my phone about finding black trash bags strewn along the curb, filled with someone's belongings including several bags of books I had to keep myself from snatching an Eric Larson tome
- Talked to an education student--I wish I remembered his name--who had heard me on the shuttle espousing the need to make student write several drafts of a piece--and as the teacher, read them--to give them the full writing experience. We discussed the importance of practice.