i was reading this article in the new yorker about alex ross's awakening to pop music, and he mentions 924 gilman. this world seems so small sometimes, like when i am reading on the bumpy, bumpy bus up to careggi and boopideeboop, out of nowhere (ok, maybe that isn't the best sound effect), comes a mention of a random punk palace in my old 'hood.
reading is cool.
smallworldfeeling is cool.
the bumpy, bumpy bus is not cool.
but it snowed today and that's cold.