With both of us responding so differently to the same sound, I realized what we had experienced was a kind of sonic Rorschach test.
As we were (slowly) cross the street, we were gawking and trying to figure out just what happened. How could one car be on its side, and the other car be so close (almost touching)? How did they wind up that way?
What’s striking to me is that it seems like the same hand wrote both names. But equally puzzling is both names are misspelled.
I assume this sort of things happens all the time for people doing deliveries in downtown Chicago. But it was just funny to see a ticket on the windshield, and one in the cab that had still not been handled yet.
The seeds were falling all around yesterday, while Liz was working in the yard after work. She said at one point, it felt like watching snow falling.
For some silly reason, I heard a narrator’s voice in my head saying things like “No one ever went to that train station, because the townspeople all knew it was haunted.”
A few days ago, while walking to work, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I was at Wabash and Washington, and something just seemed… a little off.
At this point, I heard a voice yell out to me “You can walk on it.”
Spotted this two days ago, on the way in to work. I liked how it was so neatly organized, and in a way reminded me of a bar chart.
On our walk to work today, I happened to notice someon had left a half-eaten bit of bread on a nearby bush. It struck me as kind of funny, in a “I want the birds to get this, but not the dogs” kind of way.
Unfortunately, the early morning snowfall covered up the “No Left Turn” sign. And the left turn arrow was still functioning, so people naturally just assumed it was business as usual.
I’m just a tech guy, and I find it funny whenever I see error screens out of context. For some extra hilarity, check out the Thunderdome links (below).
It was one of those mornings where, seemingly everywhere I looked, there was something amazing and interesting to see. Something most might overlook. Something waiting to be found.
Spotted a truck dropping off a dumpster on State Street, yesterday. I walked by at first, but then swung back with my phone to try to snap a photo. Luckily for me, a guy had hopped onto the truck to talk to the driver… and the dumpster was paused in this position.