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03.27.05
03.28.05
03.29.05
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I wasted most of the day playing around on the computer, but did finally get my butt out the door towards
the tail end of the afternoon. I decided I wanted to look around a bit more near Justin
and Dave's neck of the woods.
Before starting out, I needed some coffee. Oddly, Gallery Cafe was closed earlier than normal, so I headed down
to Filter to get my fix. En route, I spotted the return of the Green
Army Men. I guess the warmer weather brings everyone, the military included, outside.
This was near Wicker Park. The fence caught my eye mostly because of the brick/wood combination, especially
since it was on a street that seemed to be full with newly built houses.
Near Wood and Division. Not sure if this is an actual store or what, but from the looks of all that
sealant, this door hasn't been open in a long, long time.
Sidewalk chalk art always cracks me up.
When I saw this, my first thought was that this was one coffee table and a few magazines shy of an office
lobby.
Old sign, Augusta and Winchester.
I swung by Justin's apartment, and the two of us hung out
there for a bit. I got to see some great home movies of his niece Madden, when Justin
visited his family last weekend.
We then headed out to Leona's, to shoot some pool. En route, we stopped by the
Happy Village bar, to try to find an adapter that he left there when he
DJ'ed Michael's birthday party, many weeks back. No luck finding the adapter (although the woman behind the bar was a
complete jackhole about letting us look in the other room).
Walking up towards August, I spotted this piece outside a woodworking shop.
"I wonder what this is called," I said.
And then I saw this.
Justin about to sink a shot. We had a beer and
shot four, maybe five games.
The entire time I was out walking around Ukranian Village, the sky was gradually darkening. Lots of wind
and gusts, and it seemed like every other block I had a bit of dirt blow into my eyes. At one point, near
a school playground, the rain started to come down a bit and I had to run for cover under an apartment
awning. For the most part though, the heavy stuff didn't kick in until Justin
and I were inside, circa 5:30 PM.
This was the view of the sky above Augusta and Damen. I thought I might be able to outpace the storm
home, but had no such luck.
Honestly though, it was a really enjoyable walk home, despite getting pretty soaked. It was one of those
times when, after a certain point, there was no real sense in trying to avoid being wet. I walked pretty
slowly the rest of the way home, rain be damned, and it felt really good. It's good to get completely
drenched once in a while - just to remember what it's like.
I didn't come across as much cool stuff as I had hoped to, walking around today. I think in my mind,
everytime I go out wandering, I expect to find something as amazing as
Bryan J. Hyman's fern. But of course, those
finds are few and far between. I guess that's good cause for wandering around even more.
I am glad I left the house today, and got to hang out with Justin
for a bit. Took some pictures, shot some pool, and walked home through a storm. Not a bad way to
end a 3-day vacation. 
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I got a (very unexpected) email today, from the guy who runs the
Myopic Poetry series. I sent in some work ages ago,
and figured my stuff wasn't their kettle of fish.
Turns out - there might (maybe maybe) be something in my future. He mentioned something possibly for
"later this year," so we'll see. Don't want to get my hopes up, but the idea of being able to read in
front of an audience again is exciting beyond words.
I know I've said this before, but I'm a total egomaniac when it comes to my own writing. I'm pretty
reserved about most things, but with the writing stuff... I'm a total famewhore. Reading my stuff
in front of others again, after all this time? How fucking awesome would that be?
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