Good Morning Chi-Town ~ Aug 30, 09:22 AM

Ugh. English difficult.
It’s a triple beverage breakfast in bed today in chicago. Trying to motivate to shower and decide what to do today.
Yesterday was an odd odd day.
It started with breakfast next door at the Corner Bakery which we have a few on the mainline back home, but they have a shit ton of out here. I’m ecstatic because their signature breakfast thing involves avocado. It’s a good thing.
Then I took the L and went to see a few interesting buildings on the way to Millennium Park.
I had fun taking pictures at the park with its odd shapes and beautiful juxtapositions.

I sat down to enjoy a lemonade and try to decide where to go next. I lit a cigarette. A tall, handsome in that smokes way too much pot kind of way, nigerian guy who lives in cincinatti comes over and starts talking to me.
A guard comes by and tells me there is no smoking int he park. I put it out and field strip it and pocket the butt. The guy and I are talking about where we are visiting from. The guard comes back leans in too close and asks what the guy is talking to me about. He raises his eyebrows and pulls on his belt loops.
I’ve never wanted to punch someone so badly in my life.
The Cincinnatian is standing right there and he is neither deaf nor dumb. I was horrified.
Then a epileptic with Alopecia comes over and starts to ramble off all the buses numbers and destinations within five miles along with every McDonalds location. So that took up a decent portion on time.
Afterwards, I ducked into the Chicago Art Institute. It was a brilliant collection, with the most beautifully curated modern art galleries. They are building a new modern wing and I’d love to see it when it’s done.

I’ve maxed my flickr account for the month so most pictures will trickle through over the next few months.

Then I decided to nap before a late dinner.
I went to this great family friendly biker bar called The Twisted Spoke. Great local beer on tap, really great menu and food. Not your usual biker fare. I had the avocado and crab soup. Mmmmm……guacamole with crab basically. Fantastic. Shared a couple beer with tese two guys finishing up a pub crawl. They were both in their middle ot late forties and the one looked like a CPA while the other looked like he was kidnapped from a Jimmy Buffet concert.
While the Jimmy Buffet concert goer was int he WC the CPA gave me the international sign language for “Do you smoke dope, cowboy?” To which I declined without comment or judgment and then they went on their way.

I don’t know what i want to do today, tonight I’m thinking Navy Pier. I’m just enjoying being lazy right now.

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Oh God, the Humanity! ~ Jul 15, 04:53 PM

So I just finished first round submissions readings for the fall isue and boy was there a good one! (my hand is in the air while typing this, thus denoting my intense sarcasm). I wish I could post some sentences, but that’s rude since it’s another writer’s work, so you’ll have to settle for a plot synopsis.
It’s bout the second of coming of Christ, only what if Christ was a Puerto Rican turned Bronx boy named Jesus who just recently become a rock and roll star playing largely out-dated covers in a band called Sky Pilot. Would his previous true believers denounce him? Audience members at the shows claim to be healed by the music. And did I mention he’s not just the lord and savior, and a rock star, and holds 3 college degrees but he’s also dead sexy? Oh yes he is. The work is titled: Sky Pilot: A New Age, Rock and Roll Fable
Yeah that’s right, let the tears fall where they may, it is worth it.

For those of you that follow NG’s Blog, you’ll be more than familiar with his demonic tomato from last year (I think). Well, not nearly as impressive, I found that a small Roma tomato I had bough at the market on Saturday had a crucifix pressed deeply into it’s flesh.

Hard to take a picture of it. Anyhow, I thought about calling the new pope, but he scares me. So instead I sliced it down with some fresh avocado for sandwiches. Mmmm, heavenly.

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really? ~ Jan 1, 10:02 AM

Mini update as a sequel to an earlier post, as well as an opportunity to document the oddity that is my neighborhood.
I am approximately two long blocks away from all mumming activity, yet somehow it sounds like AC DC has set up a reunion show in my closet.
I’m not only amazed at the intense volume, but the abysmal choice of music.

I am seconds away from pelting neighbors who have noise makers with avocados. The major problem being that i don’t have avocados in my apartment, and if I did they would already be guacamole.

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