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Friday, March 7, 2014 – Inbound – trainspottingChicago


Good morning.

On the 7:30AM into the City. This will be brief, mainly because I didn’t plug my iCrackerBot into the wall socket last night. I am at ~10% Power, which means every virtual touchpad keystroke costs me a microjoule of power. I will plug in when I get to the office.

I was in networking and professional development meetings in the suburbs these last two days and, therefore, not on the train.

Young Spencer Tracy is here. His brownish red hair is sufficiently infused with product so as to look like he just got out of bed. He did this on purpose.

Also here are a Brad Pitt-Matt Damon amalgam (they all look alike to me) with an ascot for a scarf, Eaton-ly tied. He’s wearing a camel-hair beige coat and seems ready to get out of the Eggs and back into the City for some Friday partying. Who cares if it’s early in the morning? It’s Happy Hour somewhere on the planet!

Also here are Handsome Observer from Fringe, Joachim Phoenix, Scott Caan, and Frank Underwood’s enforcer. All are armed.

Happy Friday. Safe Travels.

September 13, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago



Good morning. On the 7:30AM into the City. Rear Quiet Car.

In a last-ditch effort to slough off some unnecessary weight, I am making my life a little more difficult. I will be on the train farthest from my car or the terminal exit. I will park as far away from store entrances as possible. Stairs, not-elevator, when possible . And, yes, going back to the gym. Gym bag with necessary clothing and a towel is in the car. I’m hoping these life changes will take the edge off.

OK. Enough about me. Picture Simon Pegg as a middle management marketing executive. Seville Row suit, tie, bit of a scruff on his face. That fellow is sitting about town seats back. He looks like a Mergers & Acquisitions fellow. Wire rimmed spectacles. Reading the WSJ. He is cool, calm, collected but has a look in his eye that today, yes today, he’s going to close the deal, leaving nothing on the table, and offering no options save but to sign the lopsided agreement. Dog-eat-dog. Winner take all. Just another day at the office, old boy.

A soccer-mom looking woman is seated in front of me. Capris pants, leather sandals, three handbags (three?). She’s wearing a like green zipper jacket/windbreaker over a pullover sports shirt with a popular brand name on the right breast. He iCrackerBot has a pink clamshell. Her straw-like blonde hair is a bit dishevelled. She seems to have no real interest in combing it. She is a cross between Martha Plimpton and Martha Stewart. Very WASP. A market researcher’s fantasy target demographic.

Also here are two hipsters, Soupy Sayles, Scott Caan and a desi James T. Kirk. All are armed.

Happy Friday. Safe Travels.

August 27, 2013 – Inbound – #trainspotting#Chicago


Good morning. I’m on the 7:20AM into the City. A crowded platform availed me to the fifth car from the engine. In my continued attempt to understand my fellow passengers throughout the train, I have made it a point to sit in different cars.

Since this is a talking car, I am privy to a conversation between Lance Armstrong, Timothy Leary, and Joachim Phoenix. Lance and his wife are excited that their youngest is in middle school and that all of their kids are going to a private, religious school. He is a church elder, his wife is a Parent Volunteer and member of the laity. They were in the teacher contract negotiations. The three men are going into war stories of parent-teacher-admin conversations. Timothy becomes the old chestnut of “substitute got fired and banned because s/he had the children read from a secular book, “Of Mice and Men” or “Catcher in the Rye” or something. Joachim is talking about how school administrators force Parents to ask the questions about management of the school instead of being transparent. Riveting conversation.

Jimmy Durante is reading the Wall Street Journal. Today’s headline is about “Biggest Changes in a Decade Greet Students in Bathroom”. He is sitting next to an elvish woman, asleep, with academic looking glasses. She is wearing a white blouse and a corporate skirt-suit thing that was more fashionable during the Hillary as FLOTUS days.

Also here are FLOTUS Hillary Clinton (chewing gum), Ray Walston, a very handsome young Vietnamese gentleman, and Scott Caan. All are armed.

Happy Tuesday, safe travels.