From the back of an old Rand McNally catalog. WHY NOT INDEED. (at Newberry Library)
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From the back of an old Rand McNally catalog. WHY NOT INDEED. (at Newberry Library)
These were in the garage in a milk crate that I'd kept in the trunk of the last car I owned that had a tape player. Includes tapes I made in high school and mixes @mtaeckens made for me in early 2000s
Warning: If Professor X starts telling tedious stories on the train you must listen. DO NOT LEAVE.
This morning I went to this coffee house in my old neighborhood. I’m only a couple el stops away now but I never get to this place anymore because they close in the evening now. But they used to be open until 8 or 9 when I lived nearby because I came here to work on my first book. There was a stretch in the middle of 2004 when I came here almost every night after work because I had my manuscript deadline. It was like working a second shift. It was a second shift—I would drive home and then grab my laptop bag and walk across the park to Lincoln Avenue feeling thuds of dread because I just wanted to be done and I was terrified of what I was doing: finishing a book.
Today I went there just to get out of the house and have a new place to do the day-job work that I can’t stop myself from doing on my day off. It hasn’t changed much in 13 years: the same tables, the same light; the view from my seat across the room and out the window was the same; the decorative hook on the door in the bathroom. I have been this scared of work before. I’m afraid of how there is so much of it in both my working lives. I am afraid to start and finish and start over. I barely started on what I went there to do today and worked too long on something else but the memory of the fear helped. I work  and I’m scared: that’s how it goes. That’s exactly how it goes.Â
This year every last garlic scape I get from my CSA is going to make pesto. I've pickled them and stir-fried them and stuck them in omelets but nothing is nearly as good as the pesto. Seriously. #csa
Can’t risk it
my name is cow and wen she sits benethe the stall withe tiny kit
I hav no hands withe which to pat I use mye tung I lik the cat
my name is cat and with tha kit In front of stall we lyk to sit
I feel her tongue I say meow I have a fren Her name is cow
Hi I cow 2 and I just stare at my cow fren and kitty pair it dont seem so sanitary to lik a cat but thats just me
there goes the neighborhood #littlefreelibrary
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she’s like Yes gimme… Hurry!!!!
Shit just got real here (at Bologna Children's Book Fair)
That wall is all poetry, people. (at Woodland Pattern)
Chicago Gothic
The river is green for St. Patrick’s Day. Black for St. Scholastica’s Day. A sort of flat burnt ochre for Cashmere Polaski Day. Gone on alternate Tuesdays.
No matter how long it has been since it rained, a single drop of water falls on your neck when you pass under the trains. A train has never fallen on anybody, but every time you walk beneath them, you are certain today will be the day.
Every sandwich shop in the Loop closes at four. Every sandwich shop in the Loop goes dim and silent. Through the windows of every sandwich shop in the Loop, you can see faint shadows move, but when you look straight on, it’s only car headlights moving through the room. There are no cars.
The taxi drivers speak every language of the Earth, and a second, secret language known only to them. If you ask for Ogilvie Station and not Northwestern, you will never be seen again. This is as it should be.
In summer, scads of alewives wash up on the beaches. Beachgoers politely step around them, knowing that some morning soon, every fish corpse will be gone, and we will be safe for another year. We thank the alewives for their sacrifice.
You have never in your life missed your stop on the Red Line. Every moment, as the train squeals and sparks around you and the faceless masses of other passengers press, you believe you are missing your stop on the Red Line.
The snow is turning black. Maybe it came down that way. You don’t think about it. You just put down your folding chair (where did it come from) in your parking spot and head to work, avoiding the matte darkness of the slush. You go several blocks before you remember you don’t have a car.
The street grid falls apart where the Chicago Fire didn’t reach. What fay or eldritch symbol the seven-way intersection with two traffic islands and a wedge-shaped building form we do not know. Nor do we wish to.
The zoo hasn’t had elephants for years. Someday we’ll figure out who’s trumpeting at night.
kiss me I'm Scottish and at the DMV, which is pretty much the most opposite of St. Patrick's Day that you can get (at Illinois DMV)
Yet another Little Free Library gem
LOOK AT ALL THIS HOCKEYING (at Resch Center / Shopko Hall / Brown County Arena)
Doing important work here in Wisconsin
2nd row! (at Hamilton: An American Musical)