Lindsey Kuper (lindseykuper) wrote,
Lindsey Kuper
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So I loved Chicago again.

Last night was Thai food, tallboys, and Secretary night at my place with Rachel geminus, Amanda hiamanda, Maya leadsynth, and Kat. (My friends' consensus on the movie: Hot and strange.) The weather here's really bad, and I have new admiration for my friends for braving delayed trains and buses and snowed-in cars to travel all the way up to Evanston just to visit me.

That was 24 hours ago, and it's continued to get worse since. I had a hair appointment today1 that required me to take two trains and a bus, followed by a five-block walk. (The walk would have been insignificant, had any of it been shoveled.) Waiting for the bus under the Fullerton el stop, watching several buses that weren't mine stop and leave as snow filtered through the tracks onto me and I became progressively more frozen, I questioned my will to live, or at least my will to live in Chicago. But then I noticed the sign on the Demon Dogs door informing me that all CTA patrons were welcome to wait inside, no purchase necessary. How could anyone not patronize such a nice establishment? I got a 73-cent hot chocolate (that's another thing I love; places that calculate prices so that when the tax is added, it's a round number); the nice girl stirred it for me, explaining that if she didn't, the chocolate would settle to the bottom and it would suck. That hot chocolate warmed me, body and soul. Then someone asked me how to get to the zoo, and then my bus came. So I loved Chicago again.

After my haircut, I went shopping for a warmer hat and scarf, and coming home the red line was delayed for about 45 minutes, apparently due to frozen signals at Howard. It gave me an opportunity to read more of Neuromancer. This is the second time I've tried to read it. The first time, I started out too fast and ended up hanging on for dear life about two-thirds of the way through. This time, I went back and re-read a few pages every time I got confused, and now that all my energy isn't being consumed by trying to follow the plot, I'm better able to appreciate the imagery, the character development, and the humor. I love the scene (and "scene" is the word for it; to me, the book reads like a description of a movie) where Molly decides that Case needs a fake tan, and the bottle covers all of him except one foot. "Case regarded his pallid foot morosely." It's hilarious.


  1. See, this is the sort of thing that's nice about not moving several times a year. I get to make hair appointments. At the same place. With the same person, even. Her name's Bernadette, and I adore her and her valiant efforts to make me look like I'm an adult.
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