On the pre-Leprechaunic 3:55PM out of the City. It’s a beautiful, bright afternoon as the train leaves the central station in the heart of the City, heading past the massive train yards to the south; gentrified condos transitioning to warehouses to tenements to suburbs to the north (and to the south past the yard).
A needed Spring Thaw after a brutal winter, the last legs bashing the area earlier this week. That Vulcan blast, or whatever the media outlets named it, forced me to reschedule critical meetings to next week. I will not be on the train at all next week. For that, I am sorry I won’t be annoying my mother and the other eight of you who sacrifice your time to read this strange pop-culture acid trip of a blog.
(Groan – No, mom, I’ve never used psychoactive drugs.)
Speaking of older folk to look up to, a female version of Yoda is sitting in front of me. She is only 4′-6″ tall at best. The waist of her brown pants rests comfortably around her ribcage, tucked under her sagging chest. Her short cropped silver hair exposes an ear (of presumably two) not unlike a large cragged asteroid surface, rife with impact craters and trenches. She radiates wisdom and power, fashion sense notwithstanding. She is reading a book of poetry (a real book) from her local library. She seems content with the universe. I am jealous.
Peter Sagel is back. The WWDTM host is reading a larger format paperback novel, too far for me to see. His almost Alien clime head has a small lawn of hair just above the ear (and, I presume a mirror-image one on the other side of his head, though one can never tell these days), and a vast expanse of bare skin protecting his skull and his impressive cranial volume.
Speaking of bald, my new tuned-out friend, Chin-tee Flea is here. He is old-school in that he uses his iCrackerBot as an audio deployment device, but (like me) prefers to track time using a watch. An analog watch! This is the reason why I have a technological bond with Chin-tee Flea. We depend on the simple things to keep us aware of the world, and although cognizant and fluent with the latest technologies, have redundant systems in place in case the battery starts to loose storage efficacy.
Also here are Sean Hannity, Tracy Chapman, Hipster Union Deserter, young Enrique Iglesias, and John Blutarsky. All are armed.
Happy Friday. Happy Pi Day. Blessed Purim to my Chosen People readers (both of you). Safe Travels.