Today at the pool the woman next to me (whom I don't know) was reading the July 3 New Yorker. I mentioned that I hadn't gotten to that one yet and, before I could stop myself, added that in fact I've read only up to June 5 because I never got the June 12 issue, so they're sending me a replacement, but that means I can't read June 19 or June 26 or July 3 yet, because I have to read them in order. She nodded but then said, "Wait! There's nothing serial in them, like in the Sunday Times Magazine." I said, "I know. I just have to read them in order. For no really good reason. I just do." I'm not sure, but I think she inched away from me imperceptibly and made sure her kids were nowhere near me.
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June 29, 2006
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Yes, intelligence is often accompanied by a certain scent of "Zany"! I like it myself.
Posted by: Susan Barr | June 29, 2006 at 07:43 PM
But everyone's brand of "zany" varies from everyone else's -- so WE'RE always sane and THEY'RE always nuts!
Posted by: Karen | June 29, 2006 at 08:32 PM
I don't share this particular neurosis but I understand it. I (gasp!) not only will read my New Yorkers out of sequence but will look at the back page first (love the cartoon caption contest).
Posted by: Nancy | June 29, 2006 at 11:15 PM
Your cooties were going to get on her and her children! Blech, people are really annoying me nowadays.
I love how my Mac Powerbook G4 auto-fills. Less impressed how some keys are super sensitive, and others are always petulant and then I have to go back and spell check on my posts. I always have to check my "I" - it's always in lower case!
And i'm somewhere else! Travelman!!
Posted by: kontakte66 | July 02, 2006 at 06:53 AM