Of course the man with the neck tattoo of the Bacardi Rum bat logo was having a fight on his phone at the bus stop. » Read the rest of this entry «
#292: A School of Fish
March 10th, 2014 § permalink
The children ran and shrieked among, around, over and under the folding tables filling the gym. » Read the rest of this entry «
#291: Ordinary
March 7th, 2014 § permalink
On a wall at the corner of Ashland and Julian in the “Is this still Wicker Park?” northern section of Wicker Park, there’s a remnant sign from an art exhibit I didn’t think was very good. » Read the rest of this entry «
#290: On Paczki and Tradition
March 5th, 2014 § permalink
My cousin in NOLA is posting pictures of her family at Mardi Gras.
That’s real Mardi Gras for real New Orleanians, not the drunken beads and boobs fest of many a college road trip movie. She, the husband and the two little kidlings all in costume (they went as the four elements) wandering the streets, watching floats and generally being genuine, full-time natives of their community.
Meanwhile, I missed Paczki Day. » Read the rest of this entry «
#289: Welcome to Wal-Cart
March 3rd, 2014 § permalink
I took a shot of vodka from a Cold War-era Russian intercontinental ballistic missile.
I watched a sexy C3PO grind on a leisure suit Chewbacca.
And I got “the highest of fives” from one of the faux Medieval warriors from that throne-game show I’ve never seen.
Because it was the Chiditarod and these sorts of thing happens there. » Read the rest of this entry «
#288: Swallowed by Black
February 28th, 2014 § permalink
Another night, another ‘L’ stop. People huddled under the three heat lamps like so many fast food chicken sandwiches. A few more huddled by the entrance to the platform, hoping the grate stairwell blocks the licking wind. » Read the rest of this entry «
#287: In
February 26th, 2014 § permalink
It’s cold. So I’m going in.
In isn’t just inside. It’s the 21st-century condition. “In” is in a room in an apartment, motionless, staring at a screen and occasionally thinking I thought something. » Read the rest of this entry «
#286: Ulan, Dentists and a Convention of Dogs
February 24th, 2014 § permalink
Between the dentists and the dogs, Ulan had been having a busy weekend. » Read the rest of this entry «
#285: The Biggest Lie in Chicago
February 21st, 2014 § permalink
Last week, I auditioned for the 25th Annual Chicago’s Biggest Liar Contest. I didn’t make it (alas), but I still had a great time and everyone should go see the show on May 3.
But, since I didn’t make it, that frees me up to share my amazing lie, which involves local commercials, ferns, the phrase “super-glottal” and the village of Stickney, Ill. » Read the rest of this entry «
#284: The Murderess Down the Block, 2 of 2
February 19th, 2014 § permalink
What would I tell the people who just let themselves in the garden apartment a few doors down from mine? What would I say if they asked why I was standing in the cold on an unshoveled sidewalk, staring at their house?
“A killer lived here,” is what I would say, the only thing I could. “Her name was Wanda. And I want to know everything about her.” » Read the rest of this entry «
