(Or, Why I Need a Longer Commute...)

It's the first of August or the 213th day of 2007. If we were downloading the year to a computer, it would be 58% complete, and that's with broadband. If we were using a dial-up connection, today would be January 17th.

On this morning's train ride to work, I was thinking about J.K. Rowling and how, according to legend, the story of Harry Potter came to her, nearly fully-formed, on a four-hour train ride to London. I began to wonder what type of tale one could conjure up on a thirty-minute train ride to San Jose.

I was just setting my brain to the task when the train reached my stop, so I don't have the answer yet. We'll see if anything (besides the strong urge to nap) comes to me on tomorrow's train.