WAH
In the Chicago Endeca office, we Work At Home every Monday. Which is great, because it’s ugly out and I don’t want to put on suitable clothes when it’s ugly out. I’ll go into the office in the afternoon, when the blood sugar settles and you need to force yourself to be somewhere doing something.
The above photo is a reflection of the sunset reflecting off of buildings in the Loop. That’s just a fancy way of saying I took a picture of my neighbor’s window. I haven’t seen anything good yet, and I don’t plan to. Making smalltalk in the elevator is tough enough without knowing little secrets.
In the op-ed pages today, we’re talking about whether or not Barack Obama wears an American flag pin. I’m going to write a list of things I don’t care about. This immense apathy prevents me from watching TV. It’s not because I’m virtuous. I’m not. I watched seven hours of football in a row last month. With the sound off, of course. I don’t care what the commentators say. It’s always the same. The ads stay the same. The evening news stays irrelevant and lacks context.
In the event pages, the Magnetic Fields will play six shows here in one weekend next month. I don’t know whether to go early or late (they play two a night). You should come with me and sing along.
