Posthuman Blues

I've written about neurologically integrated media before, but this wasn't quite what I had in mind . . .

I tried to trade in my old Dr. Martens today. A split had formed on the sole. Unfortunately, it had been over a year since my last trade-in, so I settled with 40% off a new pair. (I'm not being a cheap-shot, either; contrary to their advertisements, Dr. Martens will disintegrate just like any other pair of shoes if you wear them regularly. That said, they're still good shoes.)

Work was unexpectedly tolerable today.