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| updated last: 07.13.2020 |
In an attempt to salvage what sanity may linger, I've decided to chronicle my pandemic life/eventual descent into madness with a collection. With this I hope to contribute a compilation that is sincere, authentic and dedicated to fighting the dissolution of democracy in this country. Allons, citoyens!
dimanche, 18 juillet
jour 123 || lake laogai
vendredi, 17 juillet
|| jour 122
jeudi, 16 juillet
jour 121 || cali, colombia || juillet 1991
mercredi, 15 juillet
|| jour 120
mardi, 14 juillet
jour 119 || 1500 north wells st
“Es gab aber auch Aussetzer. War das Programm von einer Mail verwirrt, entgegnete es: “Ich liebe dich.” Die künstliche Intelligenz hatte aus der Analyse von Millionen E-Mails geschlossen, dass dies die richtige Antwort sein musste, wenn Menschen nicht mehr weiterwissen.”
Unknown
Translation: “But there were also flaws. If the program was confused by the mail it replied: “I love you.” The artificial intelligence concluded by analyzing the millions of emails that this is the answer humans use when they are at a loss.”
dimanche, 12 juillet
|| jour 117
Pretty girl things. Bored quarantine tings. Middle of the night/early morning mania. The last three months of quarantine and sheltering in place have been for nothing because Americans care only for themselves and money. I will never understand why people are violently opposing wearing a mask. Why are we so senselessly horrible to one another? Into hell we ride once more...
samedi, 11 juillet
|| jour 116
I have spent most of the morning on the phone with the Illinois Department of Employment Services because I have been unable to certify for unemployment for 4 weeks now. As of tomorrow, we will no longer be able to reach a person and will be forced to queue with a phone number and wait for a call back. Everything is fine.
vendredi, 10 juillet
jour 115 || west iowa st
Another epic piece by local artist Jason Brammer. He has several art murals on local businesses in the neighborhood. They are often aquatic themed and massive (i.e the gorgeous underwater scene on the side of Spilt Milk on the corner of California and Division; commissioned by the Shedd.) but I’ve never seen one that spans an entire freakin’ block! Absolutely breathtaking!
jeudi, 9 juillet
jour 114 || casa richmond || mai 2019
Note to Self: Please make sure to do your due diligence when apartment shopping and not select an option out of desperation. Only then will you be able to see red flags like missing fire/carbon emission alarms and poor/non-existent air/humidity ventilation that leads to mold everywhere after the first rains of Spring.
mercredi, 8 juillet
|| jour 113
When your roommate starts working for “the establishment” and all of a sudden the coffeemaker that was there through endless job applications, interviews and late night manic cries is not bougie enough to steam his beans.
mardi, 7 juillet
jour 112 || west chicago ave
There have art pieces popping up everywhere in the neighborhood in the recent weeks. So much color and joy to warm our quarantined souls.
lundi, 6 juillet
“Houses are homes to all the little boys and girls who never had one, and they keep coming every day just as sure as the sun rises.”
Pray Tell, 1987
dimanche, 5 juillet
|| jour 110
Unsolved Mysteries returns to our screens. Unfortunately without our dear host Robert Stack who passed back in 2013. This new series has left me S H O O K. This show has left me breathless for years and this new chapter does not disappoint. Not that any of these episodes bring forth joy. Even without the heart-stopping, goose-bump festering experience that one lives in the silence that encompasses the moments between an episode’s conclusion and the deep, booming echo of Stack’s: UPDATE.
samedi, 4 juillet
|| jour 109
It is the first time in 9 years that I am not working this national holiday of lies (CO trip aside.) My heart weighs heavy with the realization that America is falling. My mind torn between sensibility and rebellion. And yet, my hands will remain wrapped in a protective snug around my baby until her shakes are gone.
If only I could do the same to you, “my country...land of the noble free...”
vendredi, 3 juillet
|| jour 108
George discovers the Claw.