...worn out, tired and truly lacking in spirit. I see these two walking to bart quite often and every time I think, how do they manage to walk with their arms wrapped so tightly around each other? I kid you not, they're full body embracing every single time I see them. To ad nauseam to my visual experience, they deep throat for as long as possible before they part on different trains, she goes downtown and he outta town. It's really too much, such overt exhibitionism. I'm compelled to look away. But then I start thinking about being young and in love and I think I'm just an old jaded married woman. Perhaps this is a wonderful expression of passionate love and they really can't bear to be parted. As I think back, I was never like that, no matter how off my rocker I was about some guy. Walking hand in hand is sweet. Walking with your arms wrapped all around each other is actually difficult and creates balance issues not to mention width problems when passing others on the sidewalk. Ok, too much thinking about this?! I'll just count this as another bit of evidence proving I'm severely jaded and excessively practical, a great combo.

On another note, Frontline had an interesting (albeit sickening to think about) program on marketing/advertising "persuaders" and how the corporation tries to manipulate us by controlling our culture. It was gross to think about how deep the manipulation goes. There is even a French guru, Clotaire Rapaille, who is one of many market researchers claiming to have figured out consumers' hidden desires. Ad agencies flock to his mansion (and drink champagne while admiring his fancy cars) to learn the "reptilian" hot-buttons that compel us to buy. Grotesque!!