Walking home last night, I came across this odd device in the road – next to some traffic barricades blocking cars from going down a side street. As I approached, I noticed that it was emitting this high-pitched whining sound that got louder the closer I got to it.
“The cornerstone (or foundation stone) concept is derived from the first stone set in the construction of a masonry foundation, important since all other stones will be set in reference to this stone, thus determining the position of the entire structure.”
It was interesting to watch the crowds gather, as folks all tried to figure out what to do. The problem just slowly got bigger, as more people entered. People looked around, trying to find information. And then finding none, they stopped in place, pulled out their phones, and started searching or texting.
On our way home last night, Liz and I decided to swing down 53rd street. We had heard President Obama was in Hyde Park, hanging out until his farewell address at 8:00 PM (at McCormick).
But instead of the sound of a tinny bell ringing, the alarm was more like the kind of thing you’d hear on the Enterprise when the warp core is about to go critical.
Closeup of the neck, which made me think of a huge, mechanical dinosaur. I could have stayed and watched this all morning. Fascinating stuff.
Spotted this while walking home from work. Tons of tables, each table holding tons of boxes, each box holding tons of books.
Liz showed me this strange plant that she had spotted, on our walk home today. It’s in someone’s yard, and I can’t really tell if it’s a super overgrown weed, or if it’s something that was planted intentionally.
I thought seriously about rolling down my window, and shouting at the guy “Your truck is awesome!” Because it really was, and I really felt like a kid, admiring the thing.
It would seem that the battle between order and chaos, good and evil, is ever unfolding. Particularly on our commutes to and from work.
I wonder if this was done prior to all the construction kicking in. Given the placement of the stickers and the fence, I’m guessing so. But realizing that makes me wonder how I missed this, walking by every day, to and from work?
I’ve walked by this particular door numerous times – twice a day, five times a week. I always figured this was some supply closet. But to my surprise, it was an actual (mini) office!
I wanted to poke my head inside, to look around. And possibly to jump down into what I imagined was a space underneath the physical escalator itself. But alas, I was focused on getting home and getting to my train, quickly.
Spotted this while headed home last week: a couple sitting across from one another, and the woman holding a bouquet of flowers. I don’t recall 100% if I saw the guy hand those to her (I think I did). But I walked by, debated, and then turned around again so I could walk back and take this photo.
There is a plan underway to get the George Lucas museum here in Chicago. Mayor Rahm Emanuel is in favor of it, but has encountered opposition from a group called “Friends of the Park.”