After a night of strange dreams of New England and a living Scopmobile, I woke to find the news from London.
I hope Atomic is OK - she usually is, and given that she travels so much, she probably isn’t even in the city.
It's hard not to take the idea that terrorists are out to destroy the American way of life seriously - although I view them as simply giving gasoline to those who'd like to send us further into a socially-conservative corporate oligarchy.
I wonder what it was like on the Metro this morning? I seldom take the Metro for my daily doings so I’d be a poor judge of any changes. Indeed, this morning I blissfully rode in, thinking of our jounal club meeting last night while listening to a cycling playlist and noting my flashing and zipping bicycle commuters opposite.
I wonder which prosecutor will use this news (just a matter of time) to spout off on "the rule of law" and the "threat to civilization" and try to give some poor dumb client of ours a few extra years ('cause that'd solve everything.)
Adding to the oddness, I am blogging this from AI’s office. Not to out AI, but he has a spacious if barren walled office (cultivating a civilization of the mind?) and, more importantly, a free computer. If any of you would like dirty secrets on him, I can offer the following - his desk is clean, but the trackball on his mouse is filthy, filthy, filthy. Shameful.