The goal was to have an informal get-together, where folks could take advantage of the nearby Logan Square Famer’s Market. We’d provide some drinks and light snacks, and the market would provide the rest (tons of great food nearby).
Walking to work this morning, I stopped by to check out a new phone from Bored. Happy to see these guys back at it again, as it’s been a while since I’d seen anything in the area from them.
“If anyone wants to talk about anything, call or text me: 920-379-660
– Aimee, one lonely gal”
The last time I attempted this was maybe ten years ago, when I found a note in Wicker Park and tried to follow-up on my own. I never did hear how things turned out for Jason/Janeen, but maybe I’ll get lucky this time around… and someone will find my note.
Met up with Justin for some drinks at Small Bar, after work. On my way home, I happened to be walking behind a woman pulling a small wagon behind her. At first, I thought she was just bringing some things to her apartment, but when I walked by her… she asked if I was interested in buying some pastries.
Walking to work, I spotted one of two hand-written notes taped right outside the entrance of New Wave Coffee. The note reads: “ERIC – Thanks for the sweet note you left on my bicycle this past Sunday evening outside of New wave. Meet me for coffee at New Wave this Sunday, 8PM? – A “ridiculously cute” girl with a green bike”
Liz and I picked up our running routine again, and I spotted these guys waiting outside of St. John Berchmans. I thought it would make a good photo, so I stopped and pulled out my phone to grab a few pics.
Right now, it sounds like the only tool that each person has is a hammer. Which they’re using to dislodge every metal pipe they can find. It’s like they’re trying to build the world’s largest xylophone. At some point, I heard the “beep beep” of a truck backing up, and what sounded like a jackhammer (though it also could have been someone dragging a heavy metal pipe over uneven concrete). In addition to the metal clanging and occasional glass breaking, I can also hear the construction guys talking and yelling at one another. About 10 minutes ago, for reasons I can’t quite piece together, I heard one guy yell “MEOW! MEOW! MEOW” in an exaggerated and prolonged fashion, at the top of his lungs.
In our apartment, watching TV is pretty impossible unless we blast the volume – an even then, we have to try to ignore the constant music outside. Headphones work slightly, but the thudding bass still gets through. I think at one point earlier in the afternoon today, our windows were rattling. Imagine a high school kid who just installed $2,000 worth of subwoofers in his car. Now imagine that guy parking at the end of your neighbor’s driveway. Now imagine he hangs out there from noon until 10PM, all weekend.
This time around, we were parked in the first spot on Logan, right at the SW corner of Logan and Sacramento. There’s a stoplight on the corner, along with a big street light – we couldn’t ask for a better location, in terms of lighting and visibility. But for whatever reason, someone decided to give our window a bit of a tap.
I’m a worry-wort by nature, and seeing things like this isn’t really doing me any favors. The ambiguous “It can happen” just comes off as an ominous foreshadowing, and kind of opens the door for just about anything my brain can think of. Earthquakes? Plague of locusts? Bioterrorism? Skrull invasion?
It’s unfortunate that the alley near Milwaukee/Logan tends to get this kind of graffiti. But it’s often a little better than just indiscriminate tagging – as the graffiti almost feels like a conversation: sometimes an accusation, sometimes advice. Although who these words might be between, or who these words might be intended for is kind of a mystery.
Spotted this outside the Logan Square Comfort Station. A great use of the space outside the station, and perfectly positioned to catch the eyes of people walking to work each day.
It’s a funny thing – thanks to this blog, I know the exact date that I first tasted Jeni’s: June 10th of 2012, when Liz and I were checking out the first Vintage Bazaar event at the Aragon.
Walking through the neighborhood around 8:00 PM, Liz and I passed by La Boulangerie – the french bakery and pastry shop at the end of our street. We were walking to go grab a drink and pick up some take-out food… and noticed a small bag of pastries (a bag chock full of tasty croissants), sitting by the door. We decided to grab some on the way back.