I let the cleaning lady into the apartment this morning and, after a short chat, I leave for work. Downstairs, I run into Willie, the super, and then into David M. across Bennett Ave.
Sara K. leaves her building on 186th, and on Overlook I see Rabbi H. looking into the engine of his station wagon. Once inside the train station, Newspaper Guy says hello as I walk past him. Doron S. is also there, running after his son, and doesn't notice me or the fact that he’s wearing same coat as me.
A short woman with curly hair and a leather jacket smiles at me at bottom of stairs. Margie C. is also on the platform, and we ride the train together, discussing random topics. Of particular interest is the source of the strange smell in the car.
At 59th, I see Doron again, sans child, but still don’t get a chance to say hello. I transfer to the B, and get off near the bagel store, where I run into Will Y. To my deep dismay, they are out of vitamin water.
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Tuesday, March 16
Friday, January 29
Kobi's Bar Mitzvah
It’s bitter outside. Frostbite only takes about 15 minutes to set in, and it’s cold enough that I’m genuinely concerned. Right outside my building, as I fend off a strong gust of wind, someone I don’t recognize says hello and wishes me a good morning. A few seconds later, Meyer B. passes me and also says good morning.
At the train station, on the platform, I recognize the bored girl I sat across from earlier this week. This time her tights are solid black, and she is wearing a bright pink hat. Walking towards my spot, I pass Ezra F. sitting and reading. Across the platform, a homeless man is laying on one of the benches and has covered himself using a gray sweatshirt with Hebrew lettering. It reads “Kobi’s Bar Mitzvah.”
Margie C. walks over just as the train pulls into the station and we board together. We chat a little about jetlag , a little about her attractions, and mostly about marriage and relationships in general. Margie is vivid as she speaks and often gestures with her hand. At one point, she practically whacks the newspaper out of an innocent bystander. We all laugh, and Margie asks if I will write about it in my blog.
At the train station, on the platform, I recognize the bored girl I sat across from earlier this week. This time her tights are solid black, and she is wearing a bright pink hat. Walking towards my spot, I pass Ezra F. sitting and reading. Across the platform, a homeless man is laying on one of the benches and has covered himself using a gray sweatshirt with Hebrew lettering. It reads “Kobi’s Bar Mitzvah.”
Margie C. walks over just as the train pulls into the station and we board together. We chat a little about jetlag , a little about her attractions, and mostly about marriage and relationships in general. Margie is vivid as she speaks and often gestures with her hand. At one point, she practically whacks the newspaper out of an innocent bystander. We all laugh, and Margie asks if I will write about it in my blog.
Wednesday, October 14
Exotic Options
I head downstairs and run into Margie C. on the way to the station. She is waiting for Ruchama to pick her up and drive her to work. She usually walks there but today she overslept. So did I, and I text a colleague to let him know I’m going to be in late today.
I see Nomi G. She is heading towards the station, and goes in ahead of me, without seeing me. I get inside and through the turnstiles, and a blonde woman on the platform smiles at me. She is dressed in finely pressed black pants with a pair of very shiny heels beneath them. Her shirt is royal blue.
On board the train, the blonde girl sits next to me and smiles again. She takes out a small book, with “Exotic Options” written across the top. The text is about pricing Asian options using Black-Scholes, and there is a lot of math on the page, most of which she is trying to work out as she reads through it. For a moment I think of offering to help, then I remember than I don’t actually know this person, I just blog about her.
I see Nomi G. She is heading towards the station, and goes in ahead of me, without seeing me. I get inside and through the turnstiles, and a blonde woman on the platform smiles at me. She is dressed in finely pressed black pants with a pair of very shiny heels beneath them. Her shirt is royal blue.
On board the train, the blonde girl sits next to me and smiles again. She takes out a small book, with “Exotic Options” written across the top. The text is about pricing Asian options using Black-Scholes, and there is a lot of math on the page, most of which she is trying to work out as she reads through it. For a moment I think of offering to help, then I remember than I don’t actually know this person, I just blog about her.
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