After that entry yesterday, I did some writing and had coffee at Olympico with this kid named Paolo. He's the quintessential Italian-- short, loquacious, loathing of all things natural, and one quarter bottle of hair gel less of a guido. But he was super nice. I went home and spent the evening chatting away with Taurean, Mary, and Sam. The evening ended with a stroll to Fairmount and my arrival to the conclusion that Fairmount bagels are indeed better than those of St. Viateur. Whoooosh!