With the touch of a finger

Wednesday, March 22, 2006 - 8:05 a.m.

I cannot remember for the life of me who sat next to me. Was it a man? woman? tall? short? ... no idea.

There were two articles of particular note in the RedEye. One was about fingertouching your purchases at the Jewel (not fingerprinting as the inventor needed to point out many times). Part of me thought "how easy", part of me thought "no ID for wine ... great" and the other part was "how scary". I am still unsure about how I feel about that technology or if I will use it but I assume in ten years, there will not be an option. Think about not having to lug around a wallet at all.

The other article was about a web site that detailed the parking garages downtown. Handy tool.

There was one woman wearing a beautiful black fur coat on the train. Seemed very fancy for the red line. She had a matching fur hat too. Funny that nobody offered her a seat.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006 - 9:15 p.m.

I went out to dinner at the Atwood Cafe post work where I had baby spinach salad, pork tenderloin and bread pudding. So this made for a very late train ride. Because of my rich meal and tired body ... I had gas on the train. Very loud and very stinky gas. I focused on my crossword puzzle.

There was a family. One adult woman with what seemed to be her parents. Her dad had a very thick cockney accent and crazy long gray hair (think Einstein). Obviously, an indecisive bunch. First, the dad moved seats. Then the woman moved to sit by the dad. Then, the mom moved to sit by the two of them when a seat opened up. The daughter switched but realized that she could give her seat to her dad so he could ride forward.