May 23, 2005
Swung by Justin’s place, as he’s now back in town. The two of us were planning to hit Lava Lounge, as this was to be their last day. I had no idea, but found out that it had been sold… and all the current staff fired. Totally sucks. Justin goes here a lot more than me, but even I’ve seen…
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May 23, 2005
As a “thank you” for the work we did for WLUP’s Ultimate Garage promotion, Angie took me and Chris out for some dinner tonight. I’ve still got a crapton of pictures from the photoshoot that I haven’t posted yet. One of these days… one of these days. I’ve got three days’ worth of fun stuff to update, all the way…
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May 22, 2005
05/21/2005
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May 21, 2005
After a bit, Tracy needed to leave to go pick up Malachai. Instead of us splitting up the group, we decided it would be better (and more fun) were we to stick together. So… we all walked back to Tracy and Matt’s apartment. En route, Matt and I stopped off to pick up a few six packs and a pint…
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May 21, 2005
Got invited out to help celebrate not one, but three birthdays. Tracy, her husband Matt, and their friend Nuanda all have birthdays near the same time – so they decided to celebrate together. En route to Tuman’s, I passed by this building on Damen. I’ve seen it several times now, and decided to snap a photo today. The entire, entire…
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May 20, 2005
En route, I spotted this small growth inside a metallic indentation in the sidewalk. This is what I mean by vegetation overcoming all obstances – it makes me think about persistence, about fortitude, and about adaptation. Ah, the old Leopard Lounge! I used to come here all the time, back when my old job in Barrington had me riding the…
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May 20, 2005
So I was playing World of Warcraft today, after work. I grouped up with some folks and was about to embark on some hacking and slashing when I get a call from Liz and Steph. They were having some drinks at the Leopard Lounge, and wanted me to join them. Instantly, I went from some geek playing a MMORPG to…
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May 20, 2005
I’m realizing that lately, the only pictures I’m taking are of, like, my fucking yard. I haven’t gone out all that much or ventured far from the house lately. I think I go in bursts – some days there’s so much activity I can’t make blog updates fast enough; other days, it’s boring and slow. And I take pictures of…
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May 20, 2005
I didn’t notice it until today, but there are small clovers (at least that’s what I think they are) growing up between the individual bricks that make up my walkway. I’m always amazed at some of the inventive ways in which plants and vegetation work around any obstacles. Rather than be stifled, they always seem as though everything else on…
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May 20, 2005
The thing that sucks about being up super late? There’s no one around to talk to. I’ve got a ton of folks in my Instant Messenger list, but it looks like everyone else is either asleep or off having fun away from a computer. Times like tonight, I wonder if I’m truly a nocturnal person by nature or not. In…
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May 20, 2005
After some down time due to the legal folks at Sony… Beatallica is back! Thanks in no small part to one Mr. Lars Ulrich.
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May 20, 2005
Everytime I read that Collins poem, the fifth stanza cracks my shit up to no end.
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May 20, 2005
by Billy Collins It seems these poets have nothingup their ample sleevesthey turn over so many cards so early,telling us before the first linewhether it is wet or dry,night or day, the season the man is standing in,even how much he has had to drink. Maybe it is autumn and he is looking at a sparrow.Maybe it is snowing on…
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May 20, 2005
by Joseph Hutchinson O heart weighed down by so many wings
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May 20, 2005
Ok, dammit. I got distracted from the writing by the blog. Here it is some two hours later, and I’m still pecking away at the keyboard, writing in this thing. On the plus side, I’ve been sifting through poems. I’m in a mode where I’m having a ton of fun retyping poems to share. The first is a short poem…
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