I’m working from the Los Angeles Central Library today. It’s nice. Beautiful place. Just nice to get away sometimes from my normal office environment, to remind myself I can. Here’s my complaint (because there always has to be a complaint) … there’s a homeless guy sitting in a desk near me. He’s reading aloud to himself in a low, monotonous tone that comes across as a cross between a moan and mumble. He’s a real moambler. I feel like I’m sitting next to a zombie. I mean, really. I’m all for homeless literacy, but there should be a law against moaning in a public library.

The Moambler