A moment of reflection on the coolest beings I know (in a superficial sense): the bike messengers. They wear cool pants and weird hats. Sometimes they sport odd, socklike accessories on their arms or legs. They are covered with tatoos and probably scars. Some people say that they smell terrible, and that this is a point of pride, but I've never noticed it. They assemble by the coffee kiosk at the foot of my building, and this morning one of them asked me if I had cut my hair. One of the cool people noticed me! ME!