tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post2846521624823771084..comments2024-01-02T07:35:52.885-05:00Comments on Seen Reading: Yonge Line, looking forward to dinner.Julie Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812509515495412497noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-23603589688288086422007-02-21T06:40:00.000-05:002007-02-21T06:40:00.000-05:00OBG, you just never know. Personally, I'm always t...OBG, you just never know. Personally, I'm always thrilled when an encounter turns out to be pleasant, kindly so, you know? I think no matter where you live, big city, small town, central or isolated, it's a struggle to find community. So it's so strange, yet assuring, when a random meeting/pairing gives you a shot of adrenaline to keep your head up and on the look out for opportunities to connect.Julie Wilsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07812509515495412497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-21515175725476861502007-02-21T06:36:00.000-05:002007-02-21T06:36:00.000-05:00Anon, thanks! I'm glad you liked it. I spent the s...Anon, thanks! I'm glad you liked it. <BR/><BR/>I spent the summer commuting an hour out of town each day. By the end of the Bloor Line it was often just me and maybe five other people. At the beginning of the summer I felt sure I'd do the reading of my life, especially the mornings. You know what i discovered? Mr. iPod. I took my seat at the back, on the last car, tucked my knees up and stared Julie Wilsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07812509515495412497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-22915325180202404992007-02-20T20:47:00.000-05:002007-02-20T20:47:00.000-05:00Amazing how we connect with those around us whethe...Amazing how we connect with those around us whether intentionally or not.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13979896448183348883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-7666212000919522012007-02-20T13:31:00.000-05:002007-02-20T13:31:00.000-05:00Wow, this was so interesting to read. It is like a...Wow, this was so interesting to read. It is like a novel itself; reading how you go through your daily life meeting all these characters. This also reminded me of how I always have to manuvere through a crowed ttc bus:) <BR/>I can never read on the ttc. It's too loud for me and I would never dare to read on a crowed bus.<BR/> Awesome, keep it up!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-56686254469504607012007-02-20T12:55:00.000-05:002007-02-20T12:55:00.000-05:00A sleepy head lets things wash through it differen...A sleepy head lets things wash through it differently that an alert mind. I know that feeling...Julie Wilsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07812509515495412497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-25141386424546065362007-02-20T12:41:00.000-05:002007-02-20T12:41:00.000-05:00Maybe it's because I was up too late last night, b...Maybe it's because I was up too late last night, but this one really hit me. That last line (the first line, whatever), I don't know, it got me somehow.Jean-Michelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015658897095001672noreply@blogger.com