Sounds Inside Your Head, Man!
I love the thought of this possibly becoming a reality in the near future.
The heat is coming to Chicago. I can feel it already. I'm sweating right now. After commuting with every nasty person and smelly person all winter, I'm not looking forward to all those same people but much sweatier and nastier due to the heat and humidity. I would hope that no one would look forward to that.
The heat is on for me, though. I'm moving soon. I'm very busy at work. I want to start a band with some good friends of mine. I want to blog. I want to eat right. I want to exercise.
I think I need to prioritize that list. There's no way to do all of it all of the time. If that makes sense...
Carnivale is Awesome
Katie and I just started watching Carnivale.
We finished Disc 1 of the first season the other day, and I'm pleased to announce that I approve of this show. It can now be something that I care about. It's something that I'm adding to my list...
List of what?
Yeah, I don't know either.
Firefox has been updated to 1.0.3
What I Be by Michael Franti
I'd radiate like Africa and
Smile upon the world
Intergalactic love laughter and
If I were the rains, I'd wash away the whole world's pain and
Bring the gift of cool like ice cream trucks on sunny days and
If I was the earth I'd be like mountains bountiful
And if I were the sky so high, I'd be like wind invincible and
If I could be a seed, I would give birth to redwood trees and
If I were the trees, I'd generate the freshest air to breathe in
What I be, is what I be
What I be, is what I be
well, well, well, movin on!
well, well, well, movin on!
Do you love someone? Do you love somebody?
Love that one!
If I could be the leaves, then like jade I would stay evergreen and
Spread my limbs out wide and pull love so close to me and
If I could the roots, I would dig deep like ancestry and
If were the fruits, you'd make the sweetest cherry pie from me and
If I could be the night, my moon replace all electric lights and
Magic music would transmit from outer space on satellites
If I myself could be the ocean, you would feel emotion all the time and
If I were the words, then everything that everybody said would rhyme
If I could be sex my words would protect
I'd be in the lives of all who connect
What the heck, I'd make it so we all got selected
pores would be dripping pure hot intellect and
The minds of the masses would all stay erect and
Then just for kicks, I'd mail out some checks
Addressed to those who sent their used latex in
Yes, that's what I would if I were sex
If I could be you, you could be me
I could be you, you could be me
I could walk a mile in your shoes.....
And you could walk a mile in my bare feet
Move Crazy Mary's Than You Can Shake a Stick At
What's almost scarier is that Crazy Mary must have moved; there was a recent citing in Chicago. Maybe you have a Crazy Mary in your hometown. Maybe you have a Crazy Mary living nextdoor to you and you don't even know it yet. How's that for crazy?
I Want to Be Skinnier, Too
Maybe it will affect me today in some way that I do not yet foresee...
Seriously Blogger, What are You Doing?
I'm sorry, but this is just a little ridiculous and funny to me. Google seems to be doing everything right, while Blogger seems to be doing everything wrong. Could Google please spend some more money on Blogger, completely overhaul this system to make it work right, add the features that everyone has been asking for, make it as powerful as Typepad or Wordpress, and get it done please. Blogger is usually unusable. Which is unusual for Google. That's unfortunate.
Note to Self: Pull Head Out of Ass
Pardon my french, but I need to start swearing a little bit more on this blog. Not too much more. Just a little bit. And, don't worry. You'll definitely notice...
So, lately, I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut-off. Maybe my calendar isn't as detailed as I should be making it. Maybe my to-do lists suck. Whatever the reason, I've been stupid lately. My sudden rush of things to do these last two weeks have not afforded me the low-stress, high-productivity that I would love to have. Instead, my laziness combined with my increasingly busy schedule has caused me to feel disorganized and stupid lately.
I have a feeling it will change soon. It's a good feeling. It's a light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel type of feeling, and I think I like it...
A Tourist in Your Own City
This weekend, Katie and I headed downtown to Millennium Park for the first time. Katie had been there before; I had not. I never found the time to make it all the way downtown, all the way in the park walking around, all the way taking pictures--I wasn't working downtown last year, so it made it all that much harder when the time came for the park to open. Plus, summertime in the loop can be hellish if you're not careful. Try hitting Millennium Park during the Taste of Chicago, and you'll really wish you hadn't...
CTA of Death
Easter Sunday suicide on the Irving Park Brown Line? That's my new EL stop, actually. Starting May 1, that's the CTA stop that I will frequent the most. It just upsets me to even think that this is a possibility and something I might need to prepare for while riding public transportation. Did it always used to be like this? I've only lived in Chicago proper for about two years, and I obviously never paid attention to issues like this while I was growing up in the suburbs.
At any rate, it's a horribly depressing thought to think that at any given moment on any given CTA platform in Chicago, some random attention-seeker is choosing to end their life in one of the most disturbing and depressing ways possible. I like life. I don't want it to end. I wish they felt the same way...