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).
Spotted this guy on my walk to work, near the corner of Washington and Wabash. I don’t run across that much street art on my walks anymore, but this guy kind of caught my eye as I was waiting for the light.
Most every camera or mobile device uses some kind of default naming convention (iPhone: IMG_1234.MOV, GoPro: GOPR1234.MP4). This site searches YouTube for those default file names, and serves up videos that have a low number of views. Because these videos still retain their default file names as titles, it’s unlikely that they’ve shown up in any searches. And it’s very likely these videos haven’t been seen by all that many people.
As I was browsing around, a woman said behind me “I’ve got another box.” I turned, and saw she had set out yet more books to go through. I learned a lot of them were Philosophy books (she and her husband were both professors, I think). I learned that they’re moving, and that these books are a small sample of what they had inside the house.
One golden birthday coin for one birthday zombie boy. One can only wonder whether he at his birthday cake or the other children at his party, first.
If I had my guess, I’d say these keys are from the 50’s or 60’s, and in the neighborhood of 50+ years old. I’m delighted by the fact that someone simply *lost* them in the basement, where they’ve sat all these many years… only to be found by us, decades later.