Dan's Webpage: Because everyone loves a farce: The sounds of the city moving in my brain

So I slept in for a long, long time this morning, apparently under the illusion that you can just make up for a week of early mornings in one go.

I woke at 12:35 to a series of desperate screams. A woman's voice, somewhere — but my building, the building across the alley? I'm terrible at figuring out the direction of sounds.

Hopefully it was just some movie or a minor grease fire or something not horrible. I didn't call the police and I'm not about to go to hell for sleeping in on a Saturday.

Years from now I expect we'll hear about a shocking U. of Chicago psychological experiment in which a woman was fake-attacked in plain view of many apartment buildings, and absolutely no one did anything to help her. But really, what did they expect to find?