I was sitting on the 6 train this afternoon, on the way to pick up a prescription, in the midst of an in memorium post mortem reading of "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again," from the eponymous book of essays by the late lamented David Foster Wallace, whose many obituaries I can't seem to stop reading (and whose occasionally infuriating run-on style appears to be rubbing off on me). ASFTINDA is a lengthy exegesis of DFW's experience as a passanger on a luxury cruise ship, and it is one of the funniest things I have ever read. I was so engrossed that I wasn't even conscious of my own hysterical giggles until the besuited gentleman sitting next to me asked if I was "actually laughing at a footnote." Why yes, besuited gentleman subway passenger, that is precisely what I was doing.
I am also, in my grand tradition of contemplating literary and/or grammar-nerdy tattoos that I wouldn't mind gracing my body for the rest of my life, now considering getting a tattoo that says, simply, "This is water."