Outta the way, it’s my turn
Okay, so this is my second attempt at trying to keep a blog. Hopefully this will turn out better than my Xanga disaster…
Anyway, I’ve got a new game I play on the subway to keep myself entertained. I was inspired by a book I read called Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon. I think it was made into a movie a while ago, but I’m not entirely sure. So anyway, in the book, the main character and his buddy are drinking at a bar, and they look at this guy. They give the guy a name and just start making up stuff about his life, how he’s an ex-jockey, and how his brother is out to kill him… something like that.
So what I do now, is look at someone riding on the train with me, and I make up a name and a little story to go along with them. A little exercise for my underused imagination. For example, today on the N train, Maria Isabella Sanchez was sitting across from me. She was a part-time student and waited tables at night at a local diner. At Canal Street, Haifa Stern entered the train. Her dad was a jewelry store owner and her mom was a doctor. Yes, this is what happens when your wife takes your iPod and you neglect to bring something to read on the train. I tried it walking down the street, but it’s a lot harder because the people move so damn fast. You barely have time to assign them a name before they’re blowing by you.
Makes me wonder, though, what kinds of stories people are assigning to me? Could it be anything stranger than the real thing? Hmm….
