Thursday, January 19, 2006 - 8:21 a.m.

This woman sitting in the parellel seats was reading a book titled Holy Skirts. I thought that was an intriguing title and one of the amazon.com descriptions was:

Rene Steinke's Holy Skirts is a powerful and sweeping historical epic, an
all-encompassing novel that fully merges fact with fiction. It's an audacious
portrait of the early twentieth century, covering two continents and
transporting the reader into worlds of bohemian society in both Berlin, and New
York. Holy Skirts tells of poetess Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, her
life of art and writing, and her contributions to the Dada movement, which
included such notables as Man Ray and Marcel Duchamp.

Heady book for early morning train reading.

The sun was getting in my eyes. I was annoyed for a while until I realized - we have not had the sun for many days. So I quit my bitching and enjoyed the sun beaming on my face.

This man had the oddest sweater. It was trimmed with two stripes of maroon leather (or maybe pleather). It was like something science girl on Project Runway might have designed-if she was not cut last week. He was in his 30s which seemed young to be wearing such a bold sweater.

As this one gent got on the train he was consumed with his hair. He needn't worry - you could tell there was a lot of product to keep that naturally mussed look all in place. His natural look had a very unnatural orangy color.