In Valparaiso, everything is quite still. The roads and driveways are clear, but there are vast stretches of ice that remain unblemished. The sun is out, the sky is a rich blue, and there just seems to be little movement anywhere.
In terms of what I think is reasonable, I feel like a -20 (with wind chill) is a cold Chicago day. It’s on the far edge of acceptable, but you bundle up and you still do your thing. Because it’s winter. And you decided to live in Chicago.
One thing I have yet to see in person: the use of actual fire on the tracks. Sadly, standing around inside Millennium Station, today was not that day.
Julie and Bob are cleaning up their basement in Valpo. Going through old items, they found a few more things from Liz and Bob dropped them off at our house the other day. It’s always a fun time going through old things, and I was excited to see what we got.
Spotted this while I was out grabbing lunch. It probably looks a lot funnier when viewed from across the street, right at the moment it switches from a red hand to this headless pedestrian.
Everyone has moved further away, families and responsibilities have grown, job situations have changed. Coordinating a gathering is harder, but a recurring “come if you can” type of gather seems like it makes that process easier. We’ve only pulled it off once, a few months ago. But tonight, we got together again in Bridgeport (an area I really don’t know at all).
The nonfiction piece was an older one I wrote a long while ago, a short essay called Felix + Dzintra + Queensrÿche. It was written for an anthology, reflecting on love in the era of the mix tape, called Cassette From My Ex: Stories and Soundtracks of Lost Loves.
I’m not sure when I first heard of the game Bad North – but I know it was on Twitter. I remember coming across
Oskar Stålberg somehow, and then seeing some early posts from him about the development process for the game. And from then on, as I saw more screenshots and video snippets… I thought “This game looks pretty awesome.”
Though we’ve had a three day weekend, it’s been pretty busy at our place. Today, after a nice breakfast, Liz and I suited up to finish the remaining drywall work in the master bedroom.
After the big snowstorm yesterday, I got the car out and decided to run a few errands. Walking out of Walgreen’s, I thought this combination of items was pretty funny.
Bob was over today, and put in some time to help tackle a few tricky drywall pieces/angles in the master bedroom. He filled out the (future) door to our walk-in closet.
When I got home, the bunnies were out and about. I set my bags down, and they immediately got curious. I didn’t think much of it, even when Daisy started to rip the bag a little bit. At the store, I was given double bags – so I just figured the bunnies were tearing away the outer layer. Little did I know…
I was at a loss for something to post today, and went looking through my “unpublished” blog posts. Surprisingly, I have about 16 posts that I never quite got around to writing up… and this was one of them.
The speed and severity of… whatever this was, was pretty impressive. I am still trying to shake off the cough and congestion from last week, and tonight just added insult to injury. This was another one of those “I think my body is breaking down” moments.