Oddly enough, those weird pattern networks are appearing again.

There must be something in the air.

Jess, hiding out on the east coast for a while, has been spinning some enviable tales on her extended vacation. I’ve found myself picking through them a little more thoroughly than I would usually have time for, partly because my work-website is about to go live and I’m just on the verge of being mentally fried, but also because travel tales are always more interesting than sitting, complaining, in one’s office tales… and I write that from personal experience.

I’ll spare the exact details, but ultimately via the infmaous Milkcrate, I wound up leafing through the archives of Image 9000, the photo-blog of Jess’ quasi-travel companion slash “guy”…

Normally, this would be of little consequence, and I would have simply lurked around for a while, read the walls, and then lurked away unseen. But I stumbled upon this link which revealed not one, but two parallel facinations: not only is Mr. 9000 the only other person I’ve met to have at least one photo of a shopping buggy on their website, but even more surprisingly, he’s about the only person in the existence of humanity who has obviously read one of my favorite novels.

I just thought it was interesting. Subtle. But interesting.