noted down yesterday, 2005-03-15 16:45:
- isn’t it wonderful - you’re standing at the train station and are listening to "mozarts piano concerto #25", and just when the final solo is about to begin, an unbelievably loud train goes by and isn’t gone until right before the end of what should have been the solo...
minor linguistic challenges: when asked if i knew the ticket-fee for a trainride, i responded "i don’t know, i never take the *bus*."
later, when i got home, i said "and for *postage*, i paid ..." (i was, of course, referring to my trainride again)...
