Hello blog readers! As some of you may know by now, Liz and I are officially homeowners and will be moving to Hyde Park. Though we have many tasks ahead of us, one of our top to-do items is to find someone to take over our current apartment.
A few weeks ago, a very large sculpture in the shape of a light bulb appeared along Logan Boulevard, Ever since then, additional sculptures have begun to appear, seemingly overnight. There’s now a sculpture on almost every other block along the boulevard, spanning from Western to Milwaukee. And no one seems to know where they came from.
Located near Logan Boulevard and Sacrmento, the apartment is 1400+ square feet, has two bedrooms, a sun room, and tons of windows that overlook the building’s (kinda famous) courtyard as well as Logan Boulevard proper. Prior to us moving in in 2010, the entire apartment had been completely renovated, so everything inside is new. There are tons of closest, and each one has tons of shelving pre-installed. Heat is free, and in the summertime the landlord provides (and installs) AC units for free.
Guys. These things are delicious. I got into a good groove editing photos and listening to this song on repeat for a good while. The only drawback I see to cortados is that I now want to drink like 10 of them in a row.
The goal was to have an informal get-together, where folks could take advantage of the nearby Logan Square Famer’s Market. We’d provide some drinks and light snacks, and the market would provide the rest (tons of great food nearby).
Walking to work this morning, I stopped by to check out a new phone from Bored. Happy to see these guys back at it again, as it’s been a while since I’d seen anything in the area from them.
“If anyone wants to talk about anything, call or text me: 920-379-660
- Aimee, one lonely gal”
The last time I attempted this was maybe ten years ago, when I found a note in Wicker Park and tried to follow-up on my own. I never did hear how things turned out for Jason/Janeen, but maybe I’ll get lucky this time around… and someone will find my note.
Met up with Justin for some drinks at Small Bar, after work. On my way home, I happened to be walking behind a woman pulling a small wagon behind her. At first, I thought she was just bringing some things to her apartment, but when I walked by her… she asked if I was interested in buying some pastries.
Walking to work, I spotted one of two hand-written notes taped right outside the entrance of New Wave Coffee. The note reads: “ERIC – Thanks for the sweet note you left on my bicycle this past Sunday evening outside of New wave. Meet me for coffee at New Wave this Sunday, 8PM? – A “ridiculously cute” girl with a green bike”
Liz and I picked up our running routine again, and I spotted these guys waiting outside of St. John Berchmans. I thought it would make a good photo, so I stopped and pulled out my phone to grab a few pics.
Right now, it sounds like the only tool that each person has is a hammer. Which they’re using to dislodge every metal pipe they can find. It’s like they’re trying to build the world’s largest xylophone. At some point, I heard the “beep beep” of a truck backing up, and what sounded like a jackhammer (though it also could have been someone dragging a heavy metal pipe over uneven concrete). In addition to the metal clanging and occasional glass breaking, I can also hear the construction guys talking and yelling at one another. About 10 minutes ago, for reasons I can’t quite piece together, I heard one guy yell “MEOW! MEOW! MEOW” in an exaggerated and prolonged fashion, at the top of his lungs.
In our apartment, watching TV is pretty impossible unless we blast the volume – an even then, we have to try to ignore the constant music outside. Headphones work slightly, but the thudding bass still gets through. I think at one point earlier in the afternoon today, our windows were rattling. Imagine a high school kid who just installed $2,000 worth of subwoofers in his car. Now imagine that guy parking at the end of your neighbor’s driveway. Now imagine he hangs out there from noon until 10PM, all weekend.
This time around, we were parked in the first spot on Logan, right at the SW corner of Logan and Sacramento. There’s a stoplight on the corner, along with a big street light – we couldn’t ask for a better location, in terms of lighting and visibility. But for whatever reason, someone decided to give our window a bit of a tap.
I’m a worry-wort by nature, and seeing things like this isn’t really doing me any favors. The ambiguous “It can happen” just comes off as an ominous foreshadowing, and kind of opens the door for just about anything my brain can think of. Earthquakes? Plague of locusts? Bioterrorism? Skrull invasion?