Apple for the Ears

I've been in a real Fiona Apple mood lately. For the music, not her personality, which I know nothing about.
Especially "Pale September." Hmm.

Dopplegängers!

It's almost Christmas, and one would think I would have a holiday-themed journal entry, wouldn't one? Well, I don't. What I have been thinking about lately is how everyone has begun to look the same. Walking around the city, I seem to pass a lot of people who very closely resemble other people that I have known in the past or present. I don't know what it is, but almost everyone I see (okay, maybe one in ten that I actually take note of, but that's a
large percentage, I think) serves to remind me of someone else I know.

Extreme point: Just Wednesday, as i was walking back from Whole Foods, I passed by Indian Oven, an Indian restaurant I have been meaning to try and is just around the corner from my flat, I passed by a girl i could have sworn studied in Germany with me. For the life of me, I cannot remember her name, but I would swear this was her, or her sister or cousin, or that mysterious dopplegänger everyone is supposed to have somewhere.


"Dog Bites," a regular column in the SF Weekly recently made the comment that everyone in San Francisco pretty much looks like everyone else. To the extent that any schmo you pick off the street could be an extra on Friends. I take comfort in knowing that she (Dog Bites is written by a woman, or at least it has a woman's narrative voice and is dubbed "as told to ") was not talking about me. As I understand the show, everyone on it has a good head of hair,
and my hair has not felt the cut of scissors since before I moved here, over three months ago. So, I may be unkempt, but at least I'm not being mistaken for everyone else!