Sometimes I just want to write shit down. It’s faster, or at least it seems to be. Sure it’s messy and perhaps not as cool or sexy as tapping it out on my iPad or iPhone, but it does seem faster; in most cases.
To use an electronic device just to jot down some quick ideas or a note I have to turn it on, enter a passcode, open the app I want to use, then start typing. While tapping away I get distracted by auto correct, tapping the incorrect keys, and generally get frustrated that I can’t get my ideas out fast enough. Sometimes I even lose the ideas because of the afore mentioned distractions. So generally old school pen and paper work better for me, except when I don’t have either; like today for example.
Waiting at SFO for my flight to Amsterdam I had several impulses to write, but I didn’t want to hassle with my electronic device to do so and I lacked the necessary old school tools. I wanted to write about the passengers on BART that I surmised had just been released from jail. One got on and repeated, “FUCKIN’ great day!” loudly. She also had what appears to be a change of clothes in her hand, which she left on the train when she got off at Fruitvale. Another followed her on board shortly after and he carried a large clear plastic bag half full of paperbacks. I didn’t realize he was part of the possible jailbird contingent until the other two got on board, I just wondered why he had a bag of books.
The last two of the jailbird group got on, one of them carrying a brown paper sack which contained a couple of burritos and a 40.
“Burritos and beer at 9:30 a.m. on a Thursday? What is this, Chico?” I wondered.
The one not carrying the burrito sack recognized Book Bag Dude, who had previously been happily greeted by “FUCKIN’ great day!” girl, and took a seat next to him. I was looking out the window trying not to listen to “FUCKIN’ great day!” girl (she was talking a LOT and was very happy and energetic) and pondering the clues that linked these four seemingly unlikely people together.
Two of the group Burrito Bag Dude and Sackless Guy were people of color and appeared to be late 20’s/early 30’s, “FUCKIN’ great day!” girl, also a person of color, looked to be early 20’s, and Book Bag Dude was a person of no color, maybe in his 40’s and a bit hefty.
The last clues that this group was somehow linked were that Book Bag Guy had to tell Sackless Dude how to lace, not tie, but lace, the shoes he had on his feet, “FUCKIN’ great day!” girl remind them all where to transfer trains, and Burrito Bag Guy gave Sackless Dude the 40. Maybe they weren’t jailbirds but they were an odd group.
I also wanted to write about how interesting it is to wait in an international terminal, hearing announcements in Chinese and how people have different names for the same things. For example, I bought a sandwich at a little deli and sat outside to eat it where I observed other people deciding where to eat.
“Well, here’s a little cafe.” said one person passing the deli.
“Oh, it’s a luncheonette.” claimed another. (Though I cannot swear that the word used was in fact luncheonette b/c at the moment I was eating I…
a) did not want to hassle with my iPhone
b) lacked old school tools.)
After the sandwich I ventured to the snack/news shop and bought an oversized (think 3rd grade pencil) Giants novelty pen and a Moleskine notebook. Now, I have tons of both pens and Moleskine notebooks at home, I just didn’t happen to grab any….because I had my iPad. Oh the conundrum.