My guess is that wherever there’s a manhole cover, there’s enough space for a person to actually go down a ladder… with space under the street for standing. I’m not sure what happened, but in my mind that cavernous space is full to the brim with water, and spilling out topside.
Every time I’m standing in line at the grocery store, the same thought pops into my head: this is so grossly inefficient. As someone who is a mediocre programmer but a really excellent lazy person, I crave streamlining things – figuring out a way to stop repeating similar tasks, over and over again.
I felt a little weird sneaking these photos, but I couldn’t get close enough to get his attention. At every intersection, he’d zip away before I could say anything… and one block later he’d be caught at the light, with me getting just close enough to snap a photo.
Poor Bobo. The fact that the kid who drew this out referred to him as “hand sized” is just heartbreaking.
When it was still up, I wondered how many other people saw it – and how many still stopped to read it. Now that it’s gone, I wonder if anyone else in Chicago notices it’s missing. Or if it’s just me.
As I got closer, instead of a bicycle in each slot… there was a (fake) military-style gun. On each stand was a sticker that said “Unlock and load.”
I’m assuming that, at some point in time, someone decided to plug in a hotplate and began cooking up some bacon and eggs. And maybe the resulting grease splashing around caused some burns?
I wandered near where a lot of hoses and wires were located, and spotted this station. When I asked a security guard nearby what was going on, all he said to me was “Rainbow.”
I started thinking again about fixes and problems, and how in some situations we get better at our workarounds… while still not addressing the root cause of our problems.
With news of the upcoming storm (Chicago is expected to get from 7″ – 10″ of snow, and up to 14″ in some areas), Liz and I decided it would be a good idea to stock up on some food before the weekend. It was a thought that, apparently, everyone else in the neighborhood had as well. On arriving at…
I mean, I guess it’s possible that someone started it up again, and then disappeared abruptly again. I dunno – how much gas do these things hold? Can something like this run for 12 or 13 hours, just idling?
As I was making my way to the Metra stop downtown, during the last two stops I realized that I was completely alone on the bus. There were definitely fewer people out and about today, and this added to the slightly “out of the ordinary” feeling I had today.
After a few days of unseasonably warm temperatures, today was cold and windy. A lot of the windows at my neighborhood Metra had ice and condensation – giving the whole entryway a kind of diffused look.
This is from a week or two ago, shortly after the first (light) snow of the year. I was walking to my car in a nearby parking garage, and noticed that the snow had come in from the outside, along the walls.
Also while standing there, I remembered Alicia Frantz and her way of listening to the world. Listening to the voices around me, I also noticed the sounds of the door to the waiting area – opening and closing. I heard the sound of people walking by, their arms brushing against their coats, the footsteps on the floor.