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Friday, April 24, 2015 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning.
I’m on the 7:55AM into the City, after just missing the 7:30AM. Happy Friday to all.

It’s been awhile since I have posted about the comings and goings on the train. Lots of changes happening for the commuter set.

The train is less crowded. This could be due to more telecommuting opportunities. This train is one of the later express trains, so many of the hard working commuter set are packed in on the 7:30, or the very intrepid 7:15 expresses. Or, perhaps the GOP candidates are right. All of that exciting talk of new job growth isn’t translating to mid-level admin, systems analyst, residential home loan account representative, or civil engineer job. Perhaps that growth is in the retail side?

I’d take some time and look at the Bureau of Labor Statistics data, but I’ve got papers to push and contractors to stare down, so I’ll leave it up to WSJ and Bloomberg to sort out.

Well, enough about my random thoughts.

Roger Sterling is here. For those of you unfamiliar, he is the head of the Sterling Cooper advertising agency, documented in the show Mad Men. Our real life version on the train has the stark white hair, but instead of a cutthroat CEO, our Mr. Sterling has a more professor emeritus look about him. The hair is unkempt and has taken on a mid-90’s David Bowie sort of form. The furrows of  his face are spot on like John Slattery’s Sterling. Our man has glasses with the strap, so when he takes them off, the specs hang like a necklace. He’s reading the paper and doing the crosswords. I think he’s going to go to the office, fire and intern and head to Ruth Chris’ for a liquid lunch.

A Desi version of Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory is here, seated three seats back. Balding head, thick glasses big ears, the man is seated, with fabulous posture, and either meditating or asleep. The only real difference between our man and Sheldon is our man’s milk chocolate skin tone.

Also here are Issac Asimov, Stephen Chu, Stephen Fry, Molly Ringwald, and Anil Kapoor. All are armed.

Happy Friday
Safe travels.

Monday, August 25, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning.

On the 7:58AM into the City. A crowded train. I was late today because I forgot to account for new construction along the usual route to the station. Twenty five minutes in traffic to go five miles.
I will be taking an alternate route tomorrow.

On the way to the station, I noticed a bus stalled on the side of the road. It was a local bus that takes commuters to the train station. There was no way I was going to catch the train I wanted, so I pulled over behind the stalled bus, opened the door and yelled “Hey! I can fit six people! I’m going to the station!” Three Desi IT professionals sat uncomfortably in the couch seat in back. A pregnant Samoan or Filipino woman and a heaver set Desi man sat in the two bucket seats. A middle aged woman who reminds me of a redheaded Sally Kellerman with short hair sat next to me in the front passenger seat. They were very nice. Not very funny though.

Evidently, people have forgotten how to engage in idle chitchat. We have become so busy and so wrapped up in our electronic lives that we have lost the skill of personal interaction.

The Desi IT guys were the most engaging, immediately thinking I was one of them, which I guess I am. The pregnant woman was the most engaging, in part because she felt safer in the air conditioned van versus the humid and hot sidewalk waiting for the bus. I got a more professional vibe from Sally Kellerman. She was cordial, but also wondering if she should tip me for my trouble. She didn’t tip me. But she did smile at me when I sat down in the jump seat of the front quiet car, as she is sitting two seats over. That was nice.

Its SRO here in the front Quiet Car. A gentleman who looks like Akira Kurosawa is watching a movie while standing up, using his iNotepad. The young, Jessica Chastain looking  woman behind him glanced over at his screen. Showing no sign of revulsion, I presume Kurosawa-san is watching something tame. Had he been on the Kyoto-Tokyo Express, Ms. Chastain’s reaction may have been quite different.

There are two men, one who looks like Marlin Perkins of the Mutual of Omaha Wild Kingdom. The other looks like Richard Kind, but with reddish-dark orange hair. Both are chattering away, albeit quietly but audibly, as thy are looking straight at the blue Quiet Car sign. The profile face in the Quiet Car graphic is white! At least acknowledge that you are being asked to control yourself! For these to big white guys, the rules don’t apply. Nobody is telling them to shut up.

Well, that’s it for now. Also here are Anil Kapoor, Any Sang Su Chi, Jon Hamm, and Judy Baar Topinka. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

Monday, August 25, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning.

On the 7:58AM into the City. A crowded train. I was late today because I forgot to account for new construction along the usual route to the station. Twenty five minutes in traffic to go five miles.
I will be taking an alternate route tomorrow.

On the way to the station, I noticed a bus stalled on the side of the road. It was a local bus that takes commuters to the train station. There was no way I was going to catch the train I wanted, so I pulled over behind the stalled bus, opened the door and yelled “Hey! I can fit six people! I’m going to the station!” Three Desi IT professionals sat uncomfortably in the couch seat in back. A pregnant Samoan or Filipino woman and a heaver set Desi man sat in the two bucket seats. A middle aged woman who reminds me of a redheaded Sally Kellerman with short hair sat next to me in the front passenger seat. They were very nice. Not very funny though.

Evidently, people have forgotten how to engage in idle chitchat. We have become so busy and so wrapped up in our electronic lives that we have lost the skill of personal interaction.

The Desi IT guys were the most engaging, immediately thinking I was one of them, which I guess I am. The pregnant woman was the most engaging, in part because she felt safer in the air conditioned van versus the humid and hot sidewalk waiting for the bus. I got a more professional vibe from Sally Kellerman. She was cordial, but also wondering if she should tip me for my trouble. She didn’t tip me. But she did smile at me when I sat down in the jump seat of the front quiet car, as she is sitting two seats over. That was nice.

Its SRO here in the front Quiet Car. A gentleman who looks like Akira Kurosawa is watching a movie while standing up, using his iNotepad. The young, Jessica Chastain looking  woman behind him glanced over at his screen. Showing no sign of revulsion, I presume Kurosawa-san is watching something tame. Had he been on the Kyoto-Tokyo Express, Ms. Chastain’s reaction may have been quite different.

There are two men, one who looks like Marlin Perkins of the Mutual of Omaha Wild Kingdom. The other looks like Richard Kind, but with reddish-dark orange hair. Both are chattering away, albeit quietly but audibly, as thy are looking straight at the blue Quiet Car sign. The profile face in the Quiet Car graphic is white! At least acknowledge that you are being asked to control yourself! For these to big white guys, the rules don’t apply. Nobody is telling them to shut up.

Well, that’s it for now. Also here are Anil Kapoor, Any Sang Su Chi, Jon Hamm, and Judy Baar Topinka. All are armed.

Happy Monday. Safe travels.

(Good) Friday, April 18, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning and Good Friday to all.

I’m on the unobservant 7:30AM into the City. Thank God for the Godless. It seems that there are a lot of penitent riders on this train, as these good Christian folk are not here going to work, but instead spending the day contemplating nailing the Messiah. Happiness to my Easterner readership. You two have a good weekend.

The train just left the very very nice town station and is on its way into the City. Judy Baar Topinka, the Comptroller for the State of Illinois, is here. Evidently there is no rest for the political Christian, as she is on her way to look at the stack of unpaid bills the State has amassed, and start praying. Her violently orange-red hair is in a short crop style that looks a lot like a helmet. The front of her hair hangs over her brow. The sunglasses add a mysterious effect to her overall look. She’s wearing a conservative knee-high skirt and black hose or leggings. Very pro-forma.

A young James Woods is here. He is about eight seats back and looking out the window, yet holding up his iCrackerBot a half-an-arm’s distance from his face, glancing for a new text or bit of reply from whomever is on the other end. As he looked away from the device and out the window, he took a few moments to insert the first half – say, midway between the top and middle knuckle – of his left index finger into the clogged recess of his left nostril. He proceeded to rotate the semi-spelunked digit, with a vigorous circular motion, in an aerobic effort to dislodge the boulders of accumulated mucus found within. Satisfied with the results of this phase, and taking a brief moment to examine the cling-ons extricated from his effort, he inserted the prodigious finger, at about the same level, into his right nostril and continued the demolition operations.

Just after this public display of nasal hygiene, the iCrackerBot in his right hand must have presented him with a new request for his input, to which he diligently complied using the index finger of his left hand.

Also here are Lou Reed, Meghyn Kelly, and Anil Kapoor. All are armed.

Happy Easter and Blessed Passover to all.
Have a Good Friday.

Thursday, February 20, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning. On the wet and wild 7:30AM into the City. Front Quiet Car. The NFI is 2.

Ok. For you Bond fans, General Anatoli Gogol of KGB is sitting up top, dressed very hipster for an eighty-five year old man, and is bopping his head to Eminem’s playlist on his iCrackerdroid. The fellow looks like he’s done well for himself since the fall of the Berlin Wall and the demise of the Supreme Soviet as a player in James Bond’s universe. He is quite fascinated with the device, wishing he had one of these during the bad old days. Recording device, playback, video and transmission to HQ? Outstanding!

Tom Berenger is here, and he’s let himself go. The veteran film actor, best known for manly men roles and his gravely voice, has left acting to take up banking it seems. Our aged frontiersman is seated two seats back along the window. His thinning, implanted, hair-club-for-men style is dyed dark brown and has more product in it than a gulf coast oil spill. He is pretending to look over key metrics from industry think tanks about expected production volumes for the upcoming quarter, so he can suggest to his institutional investor representatives what course of action to take and what percentage of their portfolios to commit to the task. But, he’s actually nodding off to the pleasant rhythm of the train’s movement.

Also here are Wayne Campbell (EXCELLENT!), Bea Arthur, Anil Kapoor, Sarah Vaughn, and a ninja. All are armed.

Happy Thursday. Safe travels.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago

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Good morning. On the recognizable 7:30AM into the City. The NFI is 3.

I see a family friend in the quiet car, six seats back, aisle-side. He is reading from an electronic device. He’s a friendly fellow, but we’re not close, so I don’t want to overtly engage in silent, eye-contact bro-talk.

There is a fellow that looks a lot like Rutger Hauer from Batman Begins, except our fellow doesn’t have hair and is wearing a baseball cap. He is drinking his coffee from a plastic thermos-like cup. He’s reading a book – paperback, medium format, lots of pages – but I can’t seem to make out the title. If anybody is going to lose their cool and turn an emergency into a “Lord of the Flies” scenario, it’d be this guy.

There is a woman here who is seated one seat back in the aisle, right in front of me. Dirty blonde hair. Clothes from an outlet store. Very working mom. She looks like Emma Watson, aged up to forty-something and after birthing a few kids. Attractive in a very mom way. She didn’t let herself go out of not caring, but because she focused her attention on her family and found that working out and keeping fit was low on her list priorities. She’s not unwell or obese in the clinical sense, but you could tell that she was once very attractive, and did not keep that level of personal upkeep over the years. Now that she’s back in the workforce as an accountant for an mid-sized law firm, she’s making about as much money as her database admin husband, but is still the provider in the family. Her husband is a good father, but is completely useless in the kitchen and, though he helps out with the cleaning, she has to go back and fix his mistakes. With all this work, who has time for step-aerobics? She takes a well deserved nap as the train sways back and forth on the tracks.

Also here Robert Wagner, Anil Kapoor, and Suze Orman. All are armed.

Happy Tuesday. Safe travels.

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Good morning.

On the comfy 7:30AM into the City. The NFI is 2.

I haven’t been sleeping well. I don’t know why. There are always multiple things on my mind and I have been able to sleep soundly before. There’s something else. If In figure it out, I’ll let you know.

The fellow that looks like Anil Kapoor is sitting across the aisle in the opposite jumpseat. Handsome, short, the middle aged Desi fellow is tapping away on his iCrackerBot. He has stylish glasses.

He is most likely a well paid IT/DB middle manager, expert in Oracle and SAS environments. His job is to see that other developer staff members are doing their jobs. He is the SME – the subject matter expert.

But all he really wants to do is to dance. You see, when our fellow was a young lad, he was guided to go into IT and programming, but unbeknownst to his parents and seven other siblings, he had this desire to play the lead role in an off-Mumbai, Disney funded, modern dance interpretation of Mississippi Masala. He was to play the role of the indignant father. But, instead, he got a full ride to the Indian Institute of Technology, and is now an IT middle manger for one of the Too Big to Fail banks.

There is another fellow seated three seats back that looks exactly like Issac Asimov. His bushy eyebrows and stark, silver, wispy hair barely covering an impressive skull. Now, I’m no phrenologist, but I am prepared to wager that our science fiction writer doppelganger has quite a story to tell about discovering the physics of peanut butter or divining the secrets of Chia Seeds. I would love to interview him.

Also here are Dr. Carl Sagan, Suze Orman, Timothy Leary, and Zoe Saldana. All are armed.

Happy Tuesday. Safe travels.