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Friday, July 29, 2005
The Hipsters
You know how in the Bible, the firstborn of every family gets struck down by the Angel of the Lord unless there was lamb's blood on the door jamb? (OK, that could be totally wrong...it's been a while since I've been to Sunday School...but go with me.) I wish that something similar would happen in Bucktown.
Here's my proposal. I'd like the Angel of Vidal Sassoon to swoop down upon Bucktown (and probably Wicker Park too, just to be safe) with a pair of scissors and cut all the scruffy mops of those damn hipsters that insist on looking like a five-year old kid who refuses to get his hair cut and as a result looks like a giant-headed idiot at recess, because, oh right, he also hates getting his hair brushed and his mother apparently has no self respect and allows her child to run around like some extra from That 70's Show, except they all have stylists and use product to perfect that messy unkempt (is that a word?) style and this stupid kid just doesn't wash or brush for six days and that's why his hair is sticking out in all directions.
Yeah, that was all one sentence.
See, it's not the ones with the pink hair, or the mohawks. Those I can handle. It's just the White Stripes looking rocker wannabes that actually work as an admin assistant at a law firm downtown, but are trying to preserve their individuality by showing that they won't conform to the will of THE MAN, even though the man signs their paychecks.
Get all the tattoos you want, dude. But seriously, the hair needs to go. You look like a fool tilting your head up so you can see out from under your bangs.
On a related note, the Brown Couch show opens tonight (related, because the theatre is in Bucktown). We run for three weeks, so if you're in the Chicago area, you should check it out. Woo.
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Thursday, July 28, 2005
The Firm
I've been looking for a job that won't suck my soul, and will still allow me some time to work on other things. Like sleep. There wasn't much of that in my snackmaster days, but that's because I was also taking four classes at the same time.
But my dream last night made me change my mind. Because somehow I got hired at the Firm again as something big, which required me to wear a blazer and get my own office. With a window. I went into the office, knowing that I was about to get a new job and I went to my friend Lisette's office to say hello, and we're talking and then someone important comes up and announces the job and everyone starts screaming. Then we go to my fancy new office where the mailroom guys are all loading in a bunch of fancy new office furniture.
It gets to be a bit John Grisham-y at some point, which is to be expected since I call it the Firm anyway. There are pictures on my desk of a family that I don't know and I ask who it is, and someone says to me, "Oh, the Firm provides a family in a position like this." Well, that certainly makes things easier.
Unfortunately I woke up. No office. Still unemployed. Oh well.
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Monday, July 25, 2005
The Assignments
I'd been a bit behind in my online class (yes, a class that I did not need to graduate, but that I was taking for kicks...oh, and to learn) but they said that we should work at our own pace, since this was the first time the class was being offered and we were kind of their guinea pigs.
The summer semester (my last one forever!) ends next week, so I thought I should catch up with the forums and assignments and things. There wasn't much, and I figured I could knock them out this morning so I could focus on other things.
And I did. But I didn't actually finish everything. Instead, I did a very bold thing. I emailed my professors and told them that I wouldn't be completing those assignments because, in their current form, they did not apply to my case study. I promised that applicable versions of these assignments would be a part of my final project, but that the assignments were a waste of everyone's time. Except I said it all more professionally and nicely than that.
But, even professionally, I pretty much said, "Hey, I'm not doing what you told me to do, because the assignments are stupid."
Whatev. I'm almost done with this thing.
Bold.
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
The Beetle
We always have the Asian beetles around. You know, the ones that look like lady bugs but are like mean lesbian bugs that bite or something, because there is nothing pleasant about them. Not that lesbians aren't pleasant. Although if a few of them bit me the way an Asian beetle does, I might be more wont to classify the whole group as unpleasant. But don't worry, there have been no vicious biting lesbians around, Asian or otherwise.
Right. Not the point. The point is that one of them (the beetles, not the lesbians...will you catch up please?) has been flying around my bedroom for the better part of an hour. He has enjoyed hanging out by the lamp next to my bed, so I've gotten the opportunity to observe him in his natural habitat: the brink of my insanity at the idea that he might fly into my mouth while I'm asleep. That's where they thrive (on the brink, not in a human mouth...ew). And because I can see him up close, I have noticed that he's a baby.
Awesome. I can't wait for the day that his teeth grow in and he realizes that he's been flying around a feast for the last week and a half without even knowing it. And then the biting begins.
Please, no emails from entomologists. I know that in addition to being hermaphroditic and genderless, an Asian beetle is born with a full set of teeth and the innate desire to bite things. I was simply comparing a small Asian beetle with a growing human child. But now you've ruined it. Thanks a lot.
I actually tried going to sleep with the lights on to keep the beetle occupied, but it just made me aware of his presence and besides who can sleep with all the lights on? Then I thought that if I just turned off the light, he wouldn't be able to see me, so he wouldn't be able to bite me. This will work until the sun rises, so I must change my schedule to rise and fall with the sun. This will be most effective when it comes time to milk the cows and feed the chickens, although it will be a problem when I realize that I have neither cows nor chickens, nor the ability to milk or feed, respectively. I'd probably just go get a sausage croissant from Dunkin Donuts. That's a good way to start the morning.
He also appears to enjoy the laptop screen, so if he flies in here, I'm slamming the lid down which will pretty much end my laptop days. If that happens in the middle of a post, I'm sorry, but what am I supposed to do? Just let him hang around? I certainly can't kill him with a kleenex. Bugs with exoskeletons are majorly creepy. I cannot get behind anything that crunches when squashed, except maybe a nice cracker or some popcorn.
And he just flew onto my leg. It's only a matter of time now.
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Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The Forgetfulness
I signed on with every intention of writing something, and then I just forgot what it was.
Maybe I'll come back later.
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Friday, July 08, 2005
The Past
I went to birthday party tonight at a bar where I apparently had a less than stellar time. I remember that night, but mostly, I just remember the s'mores and the bread.
Man that was some good bread.
But apparently I posted something about it, because some dude came up to me tonight and asked if it was better than my last experience there. And I guess I gave him a weird look, but all he said was "I read your blog sometimes."
So then I thought I'd said something really insulting, and maybe one shouldn't write things about people one will continue to see (as opposed to that dude at Merchandise Mart who kept wearing the gardening clogs...I can make fun of that poor bastard all I want, because nothing is getting me back there at that hour) because those people might read one's blog and be insulted.
I came home and went through my archives. Nothing. Not a word. I looked as far back as last spring when I was interviewing at the Firm. And I couldn't find a single post about this restaurant or this dude.
You know what I did find? A lot of posts about Talypo. Oh how it still haunts me to this day. Stupid librarian.
Dammit. I just had to remind myself about the horror. Pardon me while I go check the closet.
It's going to be a long night.
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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
The Park
I just dreamed that I ran into Jennifer Aniston at a bus stop near a park just north of my apartment that doesn't exist. You know, the one with the outdoor professional ice skating rink, where they're running the Olympic three-person ice dancing finals. In the middle of July.
You can tell it's a dream, because I would NEVER take the bus.
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