It's make-believe
Yesterday, I either made up a picture or I made up Scott's presence on the canoe trip. A second look through the photos reveals no trace of Scott. It's plenty of people Scott has purported to like on more than one occasion, but the man himself is glaringly absent- like a vampire or a myth or a little of both.

It's magic
Public Transportation is magic. It makes me walk more than I otherwise would. I don't even like walking that much, but what's another mile when it's such a beautiful day? Over the weekend I visited two different art cinemas, the grocery store, the Moto Photo, a Lebanese restaurant, two major chain bookstores, an Apple store, and a paper store without ever going near my car. Magic!