Some time ago, as I was perched at the bar of The 750, struggling to create my weekly masterpiece for The Daily, a friend suggested checking out the apparently hilarious Web site “Overheard in New York” for inspiration.

The premise of the site is to post conversational snippets that people have, well, overheard in New York. While this may not seem like the most spectacular use of server space, it turns out that people say the darnedest things.

Now as it happened, I managed to come up with a witty and brilliant column that week without the aid of an electronic muse. What’s more, New York chatter didn’t seem particularly relevant to life in the bubble, where an overheard conversation is usually about the week’s problem set.

Despite all of this, the site stuck in my mind, and I found myself flicking to it more and more frequently, especially after I moved to the city.

I had initially assumed that people just made their submissions up; after all, it is the Internet — the whole point is to make stuff up. However, I’ve been spending more time in urban environments lately and it turns out that, in fact, many folks say really odd things in public.

My newly-acquired complete collection of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” DVDs means that I can no longer get any work done at home, so I’ve relocated to the local cafes.

Such places are — beyond being purveyors of liquid decadence — bubbling hotbeds of social interaction. Being somewhat deprived of such social interaction as a graduate student, I find that watching other people at it is surprisingly soothing.

The location of choice for this sort of thing in my neighborhood is the uber-trendy “Ritual Coffee Roasters.” The interior of this place looks a little like the floor of an Apple showroom — complete with the requisite gaggle of hipsters armed with the usual Powerbook and iPod fashion accessories.

As one sits down and settles in with a long calculation and a hot cup of tea, one swiftly realizes that the background chatter is really quite remarkable.

While the denizens of the Mission District are definitely of a particular type, there is enough variety to keep one entertained. I’ve overheard tales of sexual conquest, corporate deals, musical inspirations, academic debates and a surprising number of conversations on body piercing.

Actually, I don’t think that what one can overhear in a city is generally more exciting that what you might pick up elsewhere (Palo Alto, as the dullest place on the planet, being an exception). Rather, other people’s thoughts are much harder to pick out in the suburbs.

Cities are turbulent; they carry their color and their excesses on the surface. Furthermore, I’m new here. Without ties to anchor you in place and relationships to keep you occupied, you get to spend a great deal more time on your own, disconnected from your surroundings.

That slight sense of separation, combined with the thrill of the new is, I suppose, at the heart of what makes urban life so appealing after immersion in Stanford’s depressingly inadequate campus life.

Plus, not only do I get to overhear the wacky thoughts of the locals, I’m also picking up some real useful tips...

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