It’s morning. I’m not totally sure who to complain to.

Couple random things:

Maple 11 for 50% off
Students can use the promotional code “MP000072” at MapleSoft to get Maple 11 (legally – woot) for $50, down from the usual student price of $99. This is good. And also much cheaper than the $1825 charged for the commercial release.

Superhero
Few people are aware, but my left leg was once part of the Fantastic Four.

New Discounts for MagazineLine Customers
I’ve just gotten an email from MagazineLine (purchased a subscription to Wired from them last month). Apparently there’s some sort of sale. On Discovery KIDS and Playboy, and in that order.

Six Seventeen
Now it’s approaching the evening. I can work with this.

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just began to fall

It normally doesn’t take two hours to run to Target and back, but it helps if you board the wrong train and then backtrack in consequence.

Spin me around again
And rub my eyes
This can’t be happening
When busy streets
Amess with people
Would stop to hold
Their heads heavy

I took the wrong train. Kinda glad I did, though not for any particularly special reason. It just meant that I had to wait and be quiet for a few unexpected minutes of the day. The train I boarded was packed, standing room only for businessmen and women at the end of their day. It was silent. No idle conversation, not even someone on a phone call. Just wheels on uneven tracks, moving over cars on an overpass, driven by people oblivious to another point of view.

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first

‘Halstead. Doors open on the left at Halstead. Doors closing.’

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover
The sweeping insensitivity of this still life

And I waited there, the only one on a white concrete island. Just waited. The sun was at that spot that makes it impossible to drive comfortably, shining under the visor and above the horizon. And cold wind.

Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines (you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and Tears
They were here first

There are two environments that I could spend hours just being in, and Chicago’s had them both in the last couple weeks. Dim, overcast and damp, something to the tune of sixty five degrees. No wind, a little rain. And then what it was today – sixty two, a cold wind, and an intense evening light.

Hmm, what’d you say, mmm, that you only meant well?
Well, ‘course you did
Hmm, what’d you say, mmm, that it’s all for the best
Of course it is
Hmm, what’d you say, mmm, that it’s just what we need
You decided this
Hmm, what’d you say, mmm, what did she say?

This is a song. Heh. Imogen Heap, playing with a keyboard and some Auto-Tune-esque vocoder. Read into that as far as you want, but if shallow’s all you’re looking for, it sounds cool.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you
You don’t care a bit, you don’t care a bit

Oh no, You don’t care a bit
Oh no, You don’t care a bit
Oh no, You don’t care a bit

You don’t care a bit

You don’t care a bit

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