Finite and Infinite Games (a book on the shelf)

Decided to bum around Chicago for today and see the play this evening. That way will make it in comfy time instead of arriving a little late. What is it with me and getting lost in ghettos of major cities? I’m normally a competent finder of things. Anyways, thanks Shelia for your directions and cell phone number, thanks nice, helpful guy behind bullet-proof glass, and thanks guy in ancient maroon Cadillac for thinking I was a hooker. I can check that off my to-do before I die list now.

Why am I up at 8:36? Because Aunt Sallie lives across from a public elementary school. (I'm pretty sure I'm in Evanston, at the moment- North on Lake Shore to Foster/41, turn left?) I dreamed she unfolded from a slip of paper a giant map of the city as big as me and left it for me and told me to switch my direction on the couch, lest I go insane from sleeping with my head on the wrong side. I woke up with no map of any kind and my head where I'd left it, so I assume it wasn't one of those occasions where people try to talk to me while I'm sleeping and I nod and grunt well enough but am utterly incoherent and just incorporate it into the dream.

Maybe I'll check out museums. The Art Institute had that good Architecture of Chicago exhibit last time I was here, but I assume they will have changed it to something new and different. Sallie says the Field has one on modular homes, which might be cool. I'm in her studio right now, actually. Sketches everywhere, kites from an exhibition I remember attending, giant color gradations- for decoration or consultation?

God I love this town. I remember the first time I visited- Sallie sent me postcards in advance, and a little Chicago coloring book, and I duly, raptly memorized all the big, recognizable buildings in the skyline. What's funny is that I love New York for different reasons, and I'm never sure which I'm actually fonder of. With New York it may be limmerance, but with Chicago, I am sure: it's lurve, make no mistake. It was always my dream to live here, and my paranoid terror that I'd never get out of Columbia, my some-time blatant fatalistic conclusion.

Reading American Gods at the moment. I think I understand why certain of my friends really liked it and some just thought it was fun.

These squirrels are ripping off chunks of leaves near the window and running off with them. What, squirrels? What?

It's funny, I thought I'd have a ton of ideas as to what I wanted or needed to do in the city, but now that I have a day I'm a little aimless. Maybe I'll buy a dress, go to a thrift store I like over in the gay area, try to locate one of the cafe-places I'm fond of and read, check out a museum, just kill time until 7:30. All of this tentative.

Finite and Infinite Games (a book on the shelf)

Decided to bum around Chicago for today and see the play this evening. That way will make it in comfy time instead of arriving a little late. What is it with me and getting lost in ghettos of major cities? I’m normally a competent finder of things. Anyways, thanks Shelia for your directions and cell phone number, thanks nice, helpful guy behind bullet-proof glass, and thanks guy in ancient maroon Cadillac for thinking I was a hooker. I can check that off my to-do before I die list now.

Why am I up at 8:36? Because Aunt Sallie lives across from a public elementary school. (I'm pretty sure I'm in Evanston, at the moment- North on Lake Shore to Foster/41, turn left?) I dreamed she unfolded from a slip of paper a giant map of the city as big as me and left it for me and told me to switch my direction on the couch, lest I go insane from sleeping with my head on the wrong side. I woke up with no map of any kind and my head where I'd left it, so I assume it wasn't one of those occasions where people try to talk to me while I'm sleeping and I nod and grunt well enough but am utterly incoherent and just incorporate it into the dream.

Maybe I'll check out museums. The Art Institute had that good Architecture of Chicago exhibit last time I was here, but I assume they will have changed it to something new and different. Sallie says the Field has one on modular homes, which might be cool. I'm in her studio right now, actually. Sketches everywhere, kites from an exhibition I remember attending, giant color gradations- for decoration or consultation?

God I love this town. I remember the first time I visited- Sallie sent me postcards in advance, and a little Chicago coloring book, and I duly, raptly memorized all the big, recognizable buildings in the skyline. What's funny is that I love New York for different reasons, and I'm never sure which I'm actually fonder of. With New York it may be limmerance, but with Chicago, I am sure: it's lurve, make no mistake. It was always my dream to live here, and my paranoid terror that I'd never get out of Columbia, my some-time blatant fatalistic conclusion.

Reading American Gods at the moment. I think I understand why certain of my friends really liked it and some just thought it was fun.

These squirrels are ripping off chunks of leaves near the window and running off with them. What, squirrels? What?

It's funny, I thought I'd have a ton of ideas as to what I wanted or needed to do in the city, but now that I have a day I'm a little aimless. Maybe I'll buy a dress, go to a thrift store I like over in the gay area, try to locate one of the cafe-places I'm fond of and read, check out a museum, just kill time until 7:30. All of this tentative.

And the scheme goes on

I was thinking... It could be a hillarious parody if S-Club 7 were Chess Club 7. Anyone who's seen the show knows this is true. Anyway.



I've never seen Tori live. I hear-tell it's amazing. I want to make one of these concerts, if at all possible. (http://www.thedent.com/tourlist05.html#solo2005) Sad thing is, despite the distances involved, I've come up with three possible stratagems for getting to different concerts. And considering that she's playing the Tweeter Center, I'd like to take a moment to have Ruth and Jess laugh at my distancey distancey pain. Oh Tweeter Center, I remember it well. Thanks, NJ Transit.

All of the announced, do-able locations seem to be in August, so at least there'd be people I might be able to rope into coming with. I hate going to events on the lonesome. Owing to the set up of her tour, it seems like you’ll be able to hear a lot of older stuff that you request, which should be lovely. Every song you request means one less chance of The Power of Orange Knickers. Just saying.

Also... Theoretically, I could hit Ani D in Mid July. (http://www.musi-cal.com/search?performers=%5EDiFranco%2CAni%24) I could go to anidifranco.org for this, but the website is sort of ‘blueeeegh’ right now. That is it’s status. ‘Blueeeegh.’ Where the hell is Grand Rapids, again?

And the scheme goes on

I was thinking... It could be a hillarious parody if S-Club 7 were Chess Club 7. Anyone who's seen the show knows this is true. Anyway.



I've never seen Tori live. I hear-tell it's amazing. I want to make one of these concerts, if at all possible. (http://www.thedent.com/tourlist05.html#solo2005) Sad thing is, despite the distances involved, I've come up with three possible stratagems for getting to different concerts. And considering that she's playing the Tweeter Center, I'd like to take a moment to have Ruth and Jess laugh at my distancey distancey pain. Oh Tweeter Center, I remember it well. Thanks, NJ Transit.

All of the announced, do-able locations seem to be in August, so at least there'd be people I might be able to rope into coming with. I hate going to events on the lonesome. Owing to the set up of her tour, it seems like you’ll be able to hear a lot of older stuff that you request, which should be lovely. Every song you request means one less chance of The Power of Orange Knickers. Just saying.

Also... Theoretically, I could hit Ani D in Mid July. (http://www.musi-cal.com/search?performers=%5EDiFranco%2CAni%24) I could go to anidifranco.org for this, but the website is sort of ‘blueeeegh’ right now. That is it’s status. ‘Blueeeegh.’ Where the hell is Grand Rapids, again?

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Play good. Comments tomorrow. So sleepy. Drive back tomorrow morning, play D&D with Ben, who calls all sad and begs. Eugh. Sleep.

Walked into Kaffein and there were Patch and Tracy. That was as funky as it was fresh.

Oh, and Jeremy sucks. Why would you choose to hang with the crotch panther over me? Wait. I'd choose the crotch panther over me. It's the fucking crotch panther. Never mind. He still sucks. "I have to sleeeeep instead of calling. I have perfectly reasonable needs like being notified of your comming into town and working and sleeping and shit like that." Phst.

It's amazing how fast "Whatever, I do what I want!" Became "Whatever, I get back onto Lakeshore/Dan Ryan!" in the course of finding anything in this town. Oh well. Evanston that way. Belmont that way. Place to crash over here. That's all I really need to know, right? Not extraneous shit like general layout of the town. that's for pussies. Pussies who don't like getting lost in the ghetto. Where is Natalie Merchant wandering around singing that irritating song, btw? I sort of expected her to be free-range.

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Play good. Comments tomorrow. So sleepy. Drive back tomorrow morning, play D&D with Ben, who calls all sad and begs. Eugh. Sleep.

Walked into Kaffein and there were Patch and Tracy. That was as funky as it was fresh.

Oh, and Jeremy sucks. Why would you choose to hang with the crotch panther over me? Wait. I'd choose the crotch panther over me. It's the fucking crotch panther. Never mind. He still sucks. "I have to sleeeeep instead of calling. I have perfectly reasonable needs like being notified of your comming into town and working and sleeping and shit like that." Phst.

It's amazing how fast "Whatever, I do what I want!" Became "Whatever, I get back onto Lakeshore/Dan Ryan!" in the course of finding anything in this town. Oh well. Evanston that way. Belmont that way. Place to crash over here. That's all I really need to know, right? Not extraneous shit like general layout of the town. that's for pussies. Pussies who don't like getting lost in the ghetto. Where is Natalie Merchant wandering around singing that irritating song, btw? I sort of expected her to be free-range.