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Jul. 1st, 2014 02:11 pmIn the next forty days I am flying both east and west, moving house, and hosting two different guests.
I head east on the 10th, but between the new phone and the traveling laptop, I shouldn't be too far out of touch. If you have instagram, that'll probably be the best way to keep an eye on me. (Lord knows someone should.)
On the 17th, Mum arrives in town, and on the 18th, the movers are going to shift all my shit from Wrigleyville to Printer's Row. Really it's properly the Prairie District, but I'd much rather be afiliated with the weird combination of literati, wine lovers, and drug dealers just west of the new apartment than the super-weird combination of futures traders and Hot Fuzz style Neighborhood Watch Alliance members to the south.
Actually I could just call it the Museum Campus; that way I'm hanging out with a shitload of fish and some dinosaur skeletons, which let's face it, is where I fit best.
Then, at the end of July, I'm off to the annual research conference, this year held In The West, and in August I have a houseguest visiting who is desirous that I show her the yarn stores, poutineries, and giant surrealist sculptures that are the backbone of Chicago's cultural milieu.
It's a good thing my surgeon doesn't seem to think I should have hernia surgery until later in the year. I'm going to need September just to recuperate from the Great July.
2014 TURNED OUT TO BE MORE EXCITING THAN I HAD ANTICIPATED OR INDEED DESIRED.
I head east on the 10th, but between the new phone and the traveling laptop, I shouldn't be too far out of touch. If you have instagram, that'll probably be the best way to keep an eye on me. (Lord knows someone should.)
On the 17th, Mum arrives in town, and on the 18th, the movers are going to shift all my shit from Wrigleyville to Printer's Row. Really it's properly the Prairie District, but I'd much rather be afiliated with the weird combination of literati, wine lovers, and drug dealers just west of the new apartment than the super-weird combination of futures traders and Hot Fuzz style Neighborhood Watch Alliance members to the south.
Actually I could just call it the Museum Campus; that way I'm hanging out with a shitload of fish and some dinosaur skeletons, which let's face it, is where I fit best.
Then, at the end of July, I'm off to the annual research conference, this year held In The West, and in August I have a houseguest visiting who is desirous that I show her the yarn stores, poutineries, and giant surrealist sculptures that are the backbone of Chicago's cultural milieu.
It's a good thing my surgeon doesn't seem to think I should have hernia surgery until later in the year. I'm going to need September just to recuperate from the Great July.
2014 TURNED OUT TO BE MORE EXCITING THAN I HAD ANTICIPATED OR INDEED DESIRED.
