
Update: A psychological evaluation of the Peanuts gang. Schroeder was always my fave, but I did always wonder what was up with Five and his weird hippie family.

This morning while I was standing on the el platform, an acquaintance silently patted my arm in solidarity as he walked by. That's because we both looked like we were on the verge of tears from the indescribable cold. I got windburn just walking from the train to my office! I said I would find this charming until early December and I did, but now I just try not to think about the next three months. Now I fully understand why Chicagoans drink so damn much. We need it to live.
Bjork - Hunter (div share)
Daedalus - Soulful of Child (div share)
Au Revoir Simone - Fallen Snow Teenagers Rmx (div share)
You're in for a rare treat, sensory-input-wise, being around me.

"The names of Brailey, Bricoux, Clarke, Hartley, Hume, Krins, Taylor and Woodward were permanently inscribed into the history books on the night of April 14th, 1912, and their totally unselfish deeds during that night serve as a constant reminder of the devotion to duty many people displayed during the sinking. Shortly after midnight, as the lifeboats had begun to be loaded, Hartley assembled his band in the First Class Lounge, where many of the First Class passengers were now assembling, and began to play. Many people later commented on how strange it seemed to be wearing a lifejacket, awaiting orders to get into the lifeboats, whilst the band continued to play away as though nothing had happened. Later, as more and more people began to realise the seriousness of the situation, and began to file onto the Boat Deck, so too did Hartley, reassembling his band on the Boat Deck close to the entrance of the Grand Staircase.
What went through their minds as they played together on that night can only be guessed. As the slant of the decks increased more and more, did they even consider that this was their last hour alive, or did one or two of them hold out a slight hope that eventually, one of the officers would amble over, and instruct them into a lifeboat? Whatever their thoughts were, we will never know. All eight bandsmen were lost."
X - I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts (div share)
It's 26° out, and I'm sartorially under-prepared for this, but for all the fear and anticipation of My First Chicago Winter I'm loving the cold this week. It adds a sharper definition to everything in the way that fall air does times two. I will find this charming until at least early December!