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the mystery of the daytime idle

sweet black nectar of lifeOne of the perks of being a PhD student in my field is being one of the daytime idle. While I usually work either in my room or in my lab, when the weather’s nice and no deadlines loom, I’ll toss my PowerBook and some papers into my messenger bag and spend the afternoon working in some hipster coffee shop on Main Street. Thanks to the magic of screen, I can even run experiments on the department machines.

The thing I always wonder, though, is who are all these other people here on a Wednesday afternoon? Turns out I’m not the only one who wonders that. A San Francisco journalist dealt with the question the old-fashioned way: by asking them.