Monday. When I was in grade school and high school I lived perhaps a mile from the Bronx River Parkway, a winding road that paralleled (at least where I lived) the Bronx River outside of New York City. Evidently the storm that's been travelling up the East Coast last night and this morning dropped enough rain to put at least one section of the Bronx River Parkway under eight feet of water. I have to assume that happened in an area of the Parkway and the river I know nothing about, but the idea of eight feet of water on the Bronx River Parkway is mind blowing.
Mind blowing given everything else that's happened in the world today?
Death, dying, flying body parts, students refining the art of murder? I hear a steady stream of that shit when I turn on the radio in the morning. A certain numbness has set in. Eight feet of water on the Bronx River Parkway? Well, I can visualize the damned thing; I find it hard to visualize someone going classroom to classroom with an automatic pistol searching out suitable targets. Maybe we say life is weird and stop right here, although I'm sure this will dominate the news for longer than we can tolerate.
Did anyone drown in that eight feet of river water?
Not that I heard.
Thursday. I've said on one or two occasions that the business side of our company is concerned at the large number of layoffs coming up in IT, worried we might have gone too far and we're endangering our ability to do business. I've now heard this is not the case, that the business side has finally understood the magnitude of the incomprehensible series of blunders that have been made by our IT management over these last half dozen years and they want to fire every damned one of us and replace the operation with plastic mannequins sitting twenty-four seven in front of empty cardboard computer boxes. They figure they'll be cheaper and less damaging to the business. Which means it's only taken them six years to figure out what should have been obvious to them from the beginning.