Happy Memorial Day!

We’re off to find the sun.  Safe travels everyone and we’ll see you next week!

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The Kids Are (Phonies) Alright

Riding the 38 means that I spend at least 30 minutes of my commute surrounded by hormone-filled high school students. Most of these kids spend their morning commutes with iPods on, rapidly texting, and gossiping with friends, there are the rare few who actually spend their bus ride with a book in hand. Albeit, most of these books seem to be assigned reading, but at least they are reading, right?

The other morning I noticed two students sitting across from one another, both intently reading their books. One with Salinger’s, Catcher in the Rye and the other with Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song. Salinger v. Sparks…I can only imagine what the authors would duel about.

Felidae on the 39L

This young man is desperately seeking his older missed connection who was reading “The Leopard” on the 39L.

You’re probably a good 20 years older than me (and likely far too classy for the likes of a tattooed ne’er do well like myself), but every time I see you waiting at our bus stop, my heart starts racing…we almost always sit across from each other, if not very close, and every time I can’t keep my eyes off of you.

You’re elegant, sexy, and I imagine what it’s like to be with you every time I see you…

Thanks for making me feel alive!
(and if you’re ever feeling daring…well, you get the idea)

Exclusive BTL Reenactment

And thank you to Muni Diaries for finding this gem!

Of Zombies and Good Spankings

Beth, of previous BTL authorship, has decided once again to delight us with a harrowing tale involving a zombie apocalypse and parenting techniques of generations past (not sure which is worse).  My only question is, will they be slow zombies or fast zombies?  Thanks Beth!!

As I ride on Muni, stopping at every stop light, sometimes for two or three reds, I often ponder how I would escape the apocalypse if it happened while I was riding on public transit. In fact, I even have an app on my phone that helps me determine just how hard it would be to escape zombies if they chased a Muni bus. When I turn the app on, I appear on the touch screen as a tiny dot in a real-time Google map and the zombies travel at a set speed towards the little dot that holds my brains. Almost invariably they catch my bus and I am eaten when some panicky lady tries to flee through the rear exit as the unaware bus driver lets them open to the shrieks of “BACKDOOR!”

Muni has not been helpful to my survival scenarios until it allowed me the time for my latest bus read, “Little House in the Big Woods,” by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Sure, I read it as a kid and fell in love with a quaint life in the woods, but how much more valuable now that I know what an apocalypse is. Those Ingalls kids really knew how to survive!

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Self-Help on the 6

This morning a passenger on the six read, not one, but two self-help books and I was intrigued for multiple reasons. One being that I have always questioned just how helpful self-help books are. Another reason I was intrigued was that the book titles allowed me to easily begin to imagine a life story for this passenger and within a couple blocks I had imagined reasons why she needed advice, who was giving her trouble, and how she was going to turn her life around. Don’t worry I will divulge the names of these books.

Book number one was “How to be an Adult: A Handbook on Psychological and Spiritual Integration” by David Richo. Initially book number one caught my eye because of the phrase, “How to be an Adult,” to which immediately I mentally responded, “Does anyone really know how to be an adult?” Upon further review the book appears to be more about balancing your adult life psychologically and spiritually. Book number two was titled, “Buddhism without Beliefs: A Contemporary Guide to Awakening”  by Stephen Batchelor. I immediately diagnosed a crisis of religion and yet, I found it interesting that both books were geared more towards maturity and divurged from mainstream religion. Even though I am a little skeptical of self-help books I do hope that she finds what she is looking for!

Midnight’s Children at Around 7:30 p.m.

Though I was not prepared to do any formal literary interview on my way home after a 45 minute struggle on a treadmill, I was too intrigued to leave poor Namish alone when I saw him  reading Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children on the train. 

This was the first of Rushdie’s novels that I ever read, and to this day, I still remember what the eccentric lady at the now defunct Forever After Books told me when I bought it years ago.

He’s a great writer.  But not as great as he thinks he is.

I remember enjoying the book: especially how Rushdie weaves in the Partition of India with the needle of a magical realist.  Namish said that he liked the book thus far, but was a bit flabbergasted that the protagonist wasn’t even born in the first 200 pages of the book.  To skirt the edge of needing a spoiler alert, he also seemed to like the angle and tone Rushdie used to recount the events leading up to and after India’s independence.   He thought that he would next read Rushdie’s famous fatwa-inducing Satanic Verses.

You can buy it at Green Apple Books, The Booksmith, and probably several other local bookstores!