What’s striking to me is that it seems like the same hand wrote both names. But equally puzzling is both names are misspelled.
I was looking through my “Drafts” in WordPress the other day – and scanning the small group of blog posts I had sitting there. Sometimes, I have an idea or concept that I’ll jot down, and maybe paste in a few links. I always plan on going back to these drafts and turning them into full-on posts, but sometimes I forget and they just sit there.
On our walk to work today, I happened to notice someon had left a half-eaten bit of bread on a nearby bush. It struck me as kind of funny, in a “I want the birds to get this, but not the dogs” kind of way.
on Slattery was one of the amazing presenters at last week’s 20×2 Chicago event. While I was looking over the links to all the speakers recently, I stumbled across Ron Slattery’s website, bighappyfunhouse.com.
Found this buried in the overgrowth, near the embankment by our front yard. I like thinking that even though we visited Amsterdam recently… Amsterdam was missing us, and decided to pay us a visit. Related: Amsterdam, Day 1 Gregory Alan Isakov: Amsterdam
I’m going on a trip next week, and had a passing thought earlier this morning that… Maybe I should go find my passport. Liz and I hadn’t discussed this yet, and so because of that I figured things were still fine.
The Target has no actual signage outside (save the logo), and has retained a lot of the original architectural features of the building. It’s in the Sullivan Center (formerly the Carson, Pirie, Scott Building).
What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
My suspicious nature immediately made me think this was part of some marketing campaign. Anytime someone is hustling a hashtag, that’s my basic assumption. But despite those feelings, the sense that someone shared a message about utopia by taping a piece of paper up… it caught my eye. I think I looked the look of the message, rather than the message itself.
To compound this notion that the tickets were mine: I couldn’t find a trash can anywhere nearby. With all these tickets clutched in my right hand, I was wandering around briefly looking for some place to throw them away. Finding none, I had to keep walking with them, a small bouquet of tickets in my fist. I really must have looked like a crazy person.
Spotted this while walking along Division last week. I couldn’t tell if it was just an accident or a tragedy. From the looks of it, someone cleaned up the mess… but ultimately just left it on the sidewalk, albeit a little neater and organized. The shadow creeping towards the beer was a nice bonus.
Last week, I happened across a lamp just sitting in the middle of the sidewalk in downtown Chicago. I’m used to seeing old things at the curb in the neighborhoods, but seeing this smack in the city (unattended) was interesting enough that it made me pause.
Spotted this guy on the way to work. There was an assortment of items (a discarded suitcase, along with some books and newspapers) left near 54th street. On closer inspection, I realized that the book on top was a Bible (but had a swastika adorning the edge).