Delayed post about last night: I was at the station and the doorbell light flashed. I ran out around the rack of battered old-emphasis records into the main hallway. There was a guy at the door, zipped warmly into a tan military-surplus-style jacket. He said, "I don't have a phone. Can you play some Iggy Pop?"

I went back in, announced the phone number, IM screenname, and website, and then played his song. It's interesting the ways some people choose to keep in touch with the world.