August 2009
1 post
Weak Image, Broken Fingers
I was just reading the previous posts I wrote on here, looking for some inspiration on where to take this one, and realizing as I was recalling the memories captured before that what Parker said to his partner Longbaugh is true: a plan is just a list of things that don’t happen. And life goes on.
The job is working out fine. I’m still fumbling through the computer systems a little,...
June 2009
1 post
...which brings us to now.
Breaking radio silence. The job has been laid, like the big fish that would have never found its way to the hook were it not destined to be so. There I was with a cigarette in my fingers, sitting on the back deck sometime late at night during the first week of happily found employment, thanking God above for the affirmation I had been yearning for since making the uncertain journey to Chicago two...
May 2009
1 post
Beth-El
I’ve kinda been holding off on writing this because of all the balls still hanging in the air awaiting their rapid descent, and the anxiousness that’s tied into this momentary suspension. I wanted this re-entrance into blogdom to be about the awesome elements of big city integration and how great it all is. But I’m realizing that this struggle is all a part of that dream. The...
April 2009
6 posts
A Mile Used To Go A Lot Farther...
I wouldn’t say the Illinois highway system sucks - but I hate it with the fury of a million supernovas. Cincinnati’s highway experience is like the Candyland to Chicago’s Risk. Chi-town is more complex, more intricate, more tearing-out-the-hair-roots frustrating. It’s an unfair comparison, to be honest. That kind of bedlam is necessary here. And yet, I miss the simplicity...
He Don't Got Game
I hurt. Just about every muscle that involves climbing stairs, going to an upright position, standing straight, walking, turning my head etc etc… hurts. This is probably due to the fact that I’ve exerted myself physically more in the last 48 hours than I have in the last 6 months. Jake’s got a weight set (bless him), so I did some curls and crunches for the first time in years....
My Synechdoche
So yesterday I popped my transit cherry, and it was pretty sweet. Once I learn the routes (give me at LEAST a month for that though. Between the 8 or so train lines and the bazillion or so bus lines, it’s going to take me a minute), I can totally see that mode of transportation being not only the one of economy, but the one of preference. Josh was right: you see a completely different city...
Day 2 1/2 (Blue Monday, White Noise)
Objective #1 (probably not in order of actual acheivement): get a camera. Aside from the photos courtesy of Hayes & Bergman, the only visuals I will be able to commit to these posts are the ones painted in your heads by way of words. I hope to remedy that soon, but for now I work with what I have.
This morning, my movers, salt-of-the-earth Dan Hayes and his high strung brother Chris Bergman,...
Straight out the womb
That pretty much sums up my experience here in Chicago over the last 24 hours. After 23 years in the status quo condition of Southwest Ohio, I have crossed over the proverbial tracks into the concrete jungle. The initial feelings are not what I anticipated them to be. I definitely had a certain naivety in how simple my expectations were for the transition, and I think a lot of that had to do with...
