“Private areas aren’t so private anymore” says Boston Herald – The actual headline is even funnier. I don’t get it, though. I just do what I’m supposed to do at airports and never, ever have a problem. No bag searches, no pat downs, nothing. I don’t wear metal, I don’t wear huge clothing, I take everything out of my pockets and my computer out of my bag, I put it all on the conveyor, I wait for a signal to walk through the metal detector, and I never set it off, so I never require “secondary screening.” Come on people, it’s not that hard.

Listening to America: The Book — on tape, looking for something to watch, confused about vacation suddenly appearing. Blown over by the idea that a woman in D.C. who started a conversation with Kelli about their curly hair turned out to be a Brandeis student. I’m sure that can be phrased in the form of a, “you know you’re from Brandeis when,” but I’m having trouble doing it.