Misc: Fun on the Subway

Graffito at the 2nd Avenue F station:

-RIP-

-died waiting for train-

Misc: Fun at Work

So, because I don't (yet?) make a living at the freelance writing, I have a fulltime desk-jockey job doing legal word processing for a big corporate law firm in Midtown. It's relatively painless in a McJob kind of way, but it wears down the old creativity after awhile, so I've been known to use unconventional methods to try and head-trip myself into thinking I'm doing something else. Before last fall's trip to Disney World I would listen to ride soundtracks on the subway so I could feel like I was on a ride. When I got back, I brought in my monkey-head coconut from the Polynesian Hotel luau to drink my water out of. Recently that's gotten kind of tired, so I've started listening to James Bond soundtracks on my way into the building so I can think that I might kill someone while I'm there. It's far more interesting to come into a Manhattan high-rise when you're infiltrating it than when you're just coming to edit contracts.

Knitting: Uh Oh

I can go on for months deluding myself that I merely dabble in knitting until something occurs to warn me that I will swiftly become a Knitter with a capital Kn if I don't watch out.

Yesterday on the subway I earned my Knitting Scout Obsessive's Badge when a small girl of about three got on the uptown F train with her dad. She was riding one of those little pedal-cars that turn into strollers by the addition of a long pole manipulated by the aforementioned dad; she had a tangle of blonde curls on her head and a pair of amusing sunglasses on her face; around her neck was a handknitted scarf like autumn itself spun into gossamer silk.

I looked at this picture of precious, whimsical youth, tended with loving care, and I thought: "Well, if it isn't Crystal Palace Splash in the Turning Leaves colorway. I wonder how long it took to knit?"