-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Got home yesterday around 1645, read the Postfix book that had come in for a while (good book thus far), then fell asleep. Woke up around 0230, took a shower, fucked around with archivist for an hour or so, then headed out.
Philadelphia at 0500, with a clear sky, is just about perfect. The city's still asleep, but the subsystems, everything behind the wall, is gearing up. The lunch trucks are being pulled out and fueled, laden with food and coffee. The bread distributors are opening their gates, other low-level maintenance humans are in motion, while the majority of the populace is oblivious to their work.
Headed down to Factory, stopping at Sev to get some Gatorade, and it's a pretty decent way to start the day, I think.
There was a cabbie asleep in his car in front of the Sev. Thought that was a bit odd. Usually they crash out in the street in front of Factory, or on Broad St.
Trawled my daily sites, dug through the 100 or so overnight logcheck messages, deleted a bunch of spam. Typical routine.
Pretty soon I'll be off to work, taking the Broad line up to Locust like I did yesterday, then PATCO over to Jersey.
Speaking of yesterday morning's commute... there were these two high school kids on the Broad train. At first I thought they were script kiddies, talking about the Internet. They looked the part: young teenagers with messy hair and baggy clothes. Like skaters back home, but not quite.
I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention, as I was reading Driver's Just Another Empire (again), but it became pretty obvious they were some new form of newb. Not AOLers, I think, but something lower. Some sort of proto-newb.
It was more than a little disconcerting.
Not much on the agenda today except for work, work, and probably some more work.