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To San Francisco by train to copy an article from a book only obtainable in the ref section of the main library. It started raining when I was on the train - a scattering of drops, then as we moved into it, white fans of road muck on El Camino. And I got solidly drenched walking to the library the back way, through warehouseland, and even more drenched on Ocean Beach, with the seagulls picking at crabs on either side of me as I blóted Njǫrðr. Then I shivered my way home on a full train, eating a Subway sub and reading about architectural theories of lighting in German and shivering, while most of the rest of the car were Facebooking, tweeting, watching videos, or in one case playing chess, on their various laptops and netbooks.
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