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Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Nothing beats Chicago Women in the Summertime
From the nearly-always spot-on Boner Party Tumblr
nothing beats chicago women in the summertime. nothing. i dont care where you’re from, who you know, any other advice you’ve heard along the way, the uplifting quotes youve heard and thought “hey that defines me”, any words of wisdom spoken by an elder, a parent, a loved one, anything. chicago women in the summer have lived through the winter and still have a little bit of the winter-beer-gut and you can blow farts on it alllll through the summer. its fucking rad. and you get to sit out on the back porch and drink beers and listen to whatever the fuck twee album Drag City just put out and chill the fuuuuck ouuuut. you cant do that in LA - nobody really has “porches” so to speak - and you cant do it in New York - well, sort of, but its “because some guy wants to make a point about porches” or some shit.
so heres to porches and chicago women. its the best of both worlds. wooden structures and milkfed 8’s from Eau Claire who can cook a decent omelette. fucking win.
(photo by the stephanie bassos)
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Get ready... Get set...
The 2009 Montage is still six months away
(so you still have time to make your mark).
In the meanwhile, I made this little fluffy thing to tide us all over.
Music:
"After Hours" by We Are Scientists
"After Hours" by We Are Scientists
Friday, May 1, 2009
Listen and Learn
If you know me at all, you know how much I love Joe Pug's music.
If you're in Chicago, you need to be a Schuba's tonight or tomorrow night to hear him play.
This is a cool thing that happened that I TOTALLY missed out on because I was doing theatre.
What else is new?
Singer-songwriter and former carpenter Joe Pug wanted to make a living as an artist, but was low on cash and needed to grow his fanbase in economical ways. And then he decided to giveaway his art. Music critic Althea Legaspi rode along with Joe Pug one Friday night to learn more about this concept.
And here's the YouTube video of it all going down:
Monday, April 13, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Pictures of Chicago as I've never seen her
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Today is an Ike Turner day
It's gorgeous and sunny and warm(ish) outside, and I know yesterday I was wearing my down coat and everything, but
YOU DON'T KNOW CHICACO LIKE I DO!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Well Phrased, You
I don't know who wrote this.
I found it after I clicked through a handful of blogs, linking blogroll-to-blogroll, Choose Your Own Adventure!-style.
Fauxhawk and I are going to his cousin's wedding in a few weeks, and I'd like to say, for the record, that it is extremely inconsiderate of his relatives to plan a wedding during the Uglies. For those of you who live in California, Florida or any of the warm countries, the Uglies consist of the second half of December, all of January, February, and March and most of April, when office workers from the Northeastern United States transform into pale, disgruntled, elephantine creatures...So you see, if Fauxhawk's family had chosen to celebrate their nuptials in July, or even September, I might have had a fighting chance. I might have had something cute to wear. Instead, I will have to fashion some sort of tarp around my naked form and be vigilant about revealing back fat.
And I like the featured jewelry.
Anyway, it's amazingly well-put.
True-ché, Persephone. True-ché.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
When Blago met Mamet
This article from Salon.com is about three months old, but I was just told about it this past weekend.
If David Mamet didn't write the profane, wiretapped dialogue for the Illinois governor's attempt to sell Obama's Senate seat, he should have. A play in one act.
It's probably funniest if you're a theatre person who lives in Illinois, which I am, but I think it transcends even those parameters. If nothing else, you can marvel at how the residents of my adopted state could have elected a public official who has the mouth of a pirate.
Also, this brings up a Sophie's choice for me, in that if both Blago and Mamet were on fire on the side of the road, I'd have a hard time deciding which to pee on. I'm not a big fan of either.
Hence, I lurve this article.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
This man is clearly crazy, so I'd like to find and marry him.
Seriously, this Derek Erdman guy's art is fanatical and his descriptions of it are even better.
And it's so affordable!
Example: this $50 painting of Paul McCartney eating a banana:
Description Here's a 18"x18" painting of Paul McCartney eating a banana. Paul McCartney is wild about non-meat food items. He also divorced a one-legged woman. With a love like that you know you should be glad. I can't wait for lunch!
If you live in the Chicago area you are welcome to visit my studio to pick this item up after you buy it. I'll make tea and scones, NO JOKE. If you have questions, just ask. Also, I have an internet website: www.derekerdman.com. You can look at it for free.
I want to buy it, just so I can meet him and tell stories about it always.
And because I am also crazy about non-meat food items.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Let me at this business!
iCream Cafe
(from today's Thrillist)
Hatched as a class project by two UofC b-schoolers, iCream's futuristically fatty idea was to let customers direct a customized process involving ice cream made from scratch, on-the-spot, using blasts of liquid nitrogen; after a 2-day August opening, their equipment blew a gasket, forcing them to re-up with $80K in shiny, 2nd Gen gear. How it works: select one of six liquid bases (ice cream, low-fat yogurt, shake, etc) for the dessert-jockey to pour into a beaker, plus up to three of the 30+ flavors (burnt sugar, peanut butter, ginger snap, pomegranate...), which're dispensed precisely from syringes, ; then choose sweetener (liquid sugar cane, honey) and, optionally and oddly, dropper-dispensed, food-safe, non-flavored coloring -- so no matter the flavor, it'll match the shirt you plan to drip it on. The concoction's then poured into an industrial mixer, and a computerized system directs an overhead “phase separator tank” to drop -320degree liquid nitrogen through vacuumed-jacketed tubing into the liquid, turning it into smooth, creamy goodness in 35-55 seconds. To pretty up your creation,opt for any of 25+ toppings & mixings, from Heath Bar to Nutella to gum balls -- resulting in an exhilarating minefield of desserts you should and shouldn't eat.
This is in Wicker Park.
Bananas. I die.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Currently Topping My Alcohol-Themed Wish List
Nick Paul the Windy City Glassblower
Nick Paul "The Windy City Glassblower" crafts drinking glasses by taking various bottles (Red Stripe, Grey Goose, Rogue's Dead Guy, 7Up...), softening them in an 1100 degree oven, using a special tool to open up the bottleneck, then cooling them for 30 hours.
Neat!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
speaking truth and filled with joy
Chicago is thawing out. On our way to do some art. Coffee is love. Windows are down. Regina Spektor is on. "TRUTH ABOUT TO GO DOWN":
This is how it works You're young until you're not
You love until you don't You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made And stick it into some
Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does You'll just do it all again
Fiona Apple Time.
"I've been a bad, bad girl."
Sick Truth
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I am so happy right now. Even though my heart is bound by hot wires of regret.
ALLY
I met this guy once, this fellow I met, not really met, but, you know, "saw a lot of in a short span of time." It's difficult to sort this part out, difficult and, now that I talk about it, a little...painful. Saw a LOT of, like all of. And he saw me. All of...but the time was really short, I had to check out and get to a conference.... (long pause. She is frozen, lost) and he had to go to work... at a slaughterhouse. Anyway... he wasn't right for me and I sure wasn't right for him... but we SAW A LOT OF EACH OTHER IN A VERY SHORT PERIOD OF TIME... Anyway... the part I wanted to say is how this guy was sitting across from me and smiling down at his hands and I could see that his face was frozen in this huge smile. He kept looking down, and i watched for a while and I thought, God, I have made him really happy. I didn't even have to touch him to make him so happy he smiled like that for a long time. He smiled right through till it was time to go. Then I noticed his eyes were really wet. His eyes got really wet and started to drip. He dripped into his hands like that right in front of me and I said: what is behind that smile?
from Fuckjoy, a play
by Chicago playwright _______ Kelley
Thoughts for a winter's night
"The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating -- in work, in play, in love.
The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic,
from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade
around as rational hesitation.
To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life."
--Anne Morriss, Starbucks customer, "The Way I See It" #76
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