And more than that, I began thinking about how long someone must have or own a flag, to have given it such use, that its age and state was such that it would require destruction. I began to think less about how frequent that might be, and the time needed for a flag to reach such a state. How long must it have flown? That context changed my way of thinking.
Spotted this on the way in to work. They’re working on fixing up the street near our house, and this section appears to be… core samples? Tests? Not really sure, but it looked like some kind of test or QA thing.
I have this general sense that I need to hurry and get X done by a certain time. Or that we need to arrive at X location before a certain time. That there is some giant clock ticking in the background, and we need to finish whatever we’re doing before some alarm goes off.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe someone’s cologne or perfume. But then I kept staring at it, wondering What type of liquid would someone need to carry around in a vial that size?
Spotted these on the way to work, near Daley Plaza. While they looked quite beautiful to me, there’s a part of me that feels some sadness in that their journey got interrupted. That these guys were headed elsewhere, but for the trees.
On passing by, I saw concrete blocks and cranes and construction guys aplenty. And then something, far in the distance caught my eye.
My joke is that I’m a guy who loves his wine and pasta. And there’s really not a chance that an errant breeze is gonna pick this guy up (imagine me patting my belly right now). But still, that worry is there – that I’ll get swept away, and lifted off the earth up into the sky.
I’m no expert on password security, but this seems to be… unnecessarily complex. I needed to hop onto the store’s WiFi to respond to a request, and on asking what the password was, this was plopped down in front of me.
This week, I’ve taken to leaving the house a little early and stopping for a double espresso on my way to the train.
It was curious to both me and Liz that the windows were taken out, as part of whatever’s going on. Maybe it had nothing to do with constrcution, and was just easier to move some equipment in this way? Either for the work or for the future business?
I know this is someone looking to give away some Christmas decorations, but a part of me likes imagining someone creating a special shrine – as a way of invoking the season to remain, despite the days.
Did someone get hurt? Are they ok? Did they decide they no longer needed the wheelchair, or that it was more hassle than it was worth? So many questions.
I realize now how taken I was by Salvador’s voice in “Amar Pelos Dois.” But it’s really the music that’s captivated me more, and Luísa is the songwriter. It’s her work that has so ensorcelled me and I’m excited to explore more of her music on her album, “Rosa.”
This was due, I’m sure, to the fact that we had some seriously cold days last week. But it made me wonder if the missing bikes were due to people fleeing the neighborhood, or due to Divvy not being able to come and re-stock the bicycles.
Spotted this while on my way in to work. I was actually standing in the vestibule, waiting to pull into Millennium Station, when I spotted this Dunkin’ Donuts cup sitting perfectly in the door.