On the train every morning someone sits or stands next to me and who they appear to be in my peripheral vision is always completely and utterly different than who they are when I eventually look them full in the face. The tall, stylish, raven-haired woman standing next to me yesterday morning turned out to be young drag queen. The middle-aged, straggly haired woman sitting next to me this morning turned out to be a tan, friendly, clean young woman who didn't even growl when my bag bumped her as I was getting up from my seat. Facial expressions that I swear I see turn to dull spaciness when I confront them. Men are women, women are men, starers are reading, readers are staring...my eyes sideways are the most imaginative part of my body, brain be damned...not to be grandiose or anything.

Every morning when I come up from my BART stop into a small alley between two roads, there's a bright yellow sporty motorcycle painted to look like a wasp. Today the owner thereof was mounting it as I came up the escalator and it turns out he has a bright yellow leather jacket with dancing orange flames and big yellow helmet to match. I was mildly disappointed that his jacket did not follow the wasp theme...would a set of teflon transparent wings hurt??