Friday, February 23, 2007
At Gate 88
The SF airport has one of the greatest airport bookstores in the world -- Compass Books. The place is fantastic: well-stocked with high-quality fiction and nonfiction, healthy stacks of recent Nat'l Book Award, Pulitzer, and Booker Prize winners, satisfyingly obscure staff recommendations, philosophy, religion, and poetry (!) sections to balance the expected business and current events sections, super-literate clerks, and, best of all, and most perfect, a rich collection of pulpy airplane books (thrillers, mysteries, etc.). And all this in an airport book store. It's enough to help me forget my nine hours of legal purgatory in the conference room.
I had some fun buying Mrs. Octopus some presents. I got her Michael Pollan's The Omnivore's Dilemma, which I am sure she will like (I'm going to read it on the plane) and a sweatshirt from her alma mater at the "U Threads" store up here. (I hope she doesn't read this before I get home.)
A very spent looking woman is hunched over her roll-on bag in business attire here at gate 88 speaking into a cell phone, wearily telling someone to "Just send me a link to the PDF." Just now she yawned and said "Well, he's not a key player, but he can definitely help."
She could be describing the Octopus.