Starting at the head and down to the feet, I wore: thickly framed eye-glasses, a silver and red bubble-best (retro!vintage!) over a dark-blue hooded sweat-shirt. My two halves bisected by belt with Mason buckle which held up worn Lee jeans with the cuffs turned up. All this, resting awkwardly on top of a pair of black Saucony's and argyle socks. On the subway I read Kafka.
Overheard a young man explain "I did the whole school thing. It's not me. Like, I don't really want to be a lawyer or whatever. I'm not about the money. I'm really doing well now, you know, just being."
Went to a lecture on the "liberal bias in academia." Got a particularly beastly girl to claim that a joke about George W. Bush being stupid is comparable to a racial-slur.