There is a plan underway to get the George Lucas museum here in Chicago. Mayor Rahm Emanuel is in favor of it, but has encountered opposition from a group called “Friends of the Park.”
“The beests have evolved dramatically over the years. They first learned to walk, and now have many mechanisms to keep them safe in storms and away from the rising tide. In time each beest outlives its evolutionary role and becomes part of Theo’s fossil record.”
On Sunday, Liz and I went out with Julie and Bob to celebrate Liz’s birthday. Though her actual birthday is the 27th, last Sunday ended up working out best for our schedules – and for us to be able to get in to Three Dots and a Dash.
Wow, we’ve hit the double digits now. Well… after a brief hiatus, Liz and I were finally able to head out in the backyard after work today. Though we had a full weekend, we felt we needed to get this moving again, and began work on filling the back garden box (which has sat, somewhat empty, since we got the drain tubes installed).
This is the best photo I got, but doesn’t really do justice to the feeling of buildings almost emerging from nothingness.
“That’s because the Principle of Priority binds all taxonomists into a complicated network of interdependence; just because a species description is wrong, poorly conceived, or otherwise inadequate, doesn’t mean that it isn’t a recognized part of taxonomic history. Whereas in physics, say, “unified theories” scrawled on napkins and mailed in unmarked envelopes end up in trashcans, biologists, regardless of their own opinions, are bound to reckon with the legacy of anyone publishing a new name.”
I ended up wandering the store for a bit, after the event ended and everyone shuffled out. I happened across a collection of Ted Kooser’s poems, and it felt like the proper thing to purchase, to wash away all the terribleness that had preceeded.
There’s at least one poem that’s something I outright plagiarized. William Blake’s “A Poison Tree” is in there. As is a handwritten copy of the lyrics to “Love Kills” by the Vinnie Vincent Invasion (which appeared on the soundtrack to Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master).
This thing is a god damn gold mine.
But as far as the “storage” area on the drive? It’s just in one place, and that made me nervous. Since it holds all my old photos and pretty much every document I’ve ever touched… having it sit there in one place made me super concerned.
At first, I was nervous about the subject matter. I didn’t want to take advantage, somehow, of her death, using it as a topic. Ultimately, I think the piece was a bit less about her – and a bit more about me, about grief and guilt.
Sadly, on doing a search for “Bel-Port Liquors,” I learned that the store will be closing in a few weeks.
We just walked in here on Saturday, and this article looks to have been just published this morning! What sad news.
I made a few runs up and down the stairs (to get things from the basement or from the workshop outside)… but I didn’t mind, as the cool temperature drop always felt so incredibly refreshing.
After about 9 bags in, Julie came outside with some breakfast. I’ve learned that for these types of “monolithic” pours… once you start, you really don’t want to stop until it’s all done.
We ended up racing the light towards the end of the day, with the goal of pouring a concrete pad for some new condensor units. But by the time we got the ground trenched and framed, and got enough gravel put down… it was too late to get started.
20 presenters, from a wide range of backgrounds, all have to answer the same prompt in two minutes or less. The prompt for Saturday is: “Why Did You Stop?” and everyone will tackle this in their own, unique ways.