février 02, 2004
him and the boy scouts.
i saw a man on the subway today with a briefcase full of rope. i watched his hands as he tied these elaborate knots, some of which involved only one rope, some of which took as many as three. i've never been much good at tying knots (which might explain why i'm always tripping over my boots), so i was transfixed, spellbound.
of course, as is proper etiquette on the subway, i had to pretend not to be. even in new york city, blatant staring is not considered particularly good manners. which is too bad, because i bet i could have learned a lot if i'd actually taken the time to watch. or ask.
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