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The Bears' fight song, sung by Bryan Griffith of the Chicago Lyric Opera:



marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (spock-beer)
I've been craving a jumbo chili cheese dog for a while, so I asked the folks at Portillo's on Clark to make me one with no bun--just stick it in a bowl and put chili and cheese on it  (Eating cheese is cheating but some foods I can cheat with and it all turns out ok as long as the histamine cops don't find out).   I got a few weird looks and one high-five from the folks behind the counter, and I sat down with my fork & knife and had a wheatless chili cheese dog with fries and a diet coke, and it was AWESOME.
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When I was a kid I used to leave my bike unlocked, until brother #4 decided to teach me a valuable lesson about security, since we lived in a very stealy neighborhood.  He taught me this lesson by stealing my bike and refusing to give it back for a week. 

There was a guy at the CVS counter in front of me who was being slow this morning.  Nothing unusual there; I am hyper, hence, everyone is slow in my eyes.  (He was slow enough that another cashier opened up though, so I jumped to her)  He was also talking to the cashier about how there was no place to park, indicating that he's not a regular in these parts, since the CVS is in a building with a parking garage. (He probably expected free parking--another indication that he's not a regular in this neighborhood).  Then he went to pay for his stuff, which came to about 6 bucks.  He pulled out a huge pile of cash and fanned it out, showing a heap of 20s and a few 50s, before slowly picking a bill to give the cashier.  At this point I was already on my way out the door, having finished my purchase.

Part of me really felt that the proper thing to do would be to lie in wait for the guy and roll him for his cash, just to, you know, teach him a valuable lesson about security.

Moon Cakes

Oct. 3rd, 2009 11:28 pm
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The older lady who lives across the street from us is quite reclusive and maybe a little odd.  I'd spoken to her a couple of years ago, and discovered that while she comes from the Phillipines, she is Chinese.  She lives with her brother, who is ill and mostly stays in the house, and she doesn't talk to a lot of people, but we see her out walking her dog in her front yard now and then.  When Charlie was about 6 months old I was out in my yard with him and walked over to introduce him to her, since she's the only Chinese person on our block so even if she is a bit odd she's going to be part of his sense of what it means to be Chinese.   She was very pleasant, and said (as I hear from other people from time to time, sigh) that I have a good heart for adopting him, and then we sort of said our goodbyes and scuttled into our houses.  We waved to each other sometimes after that but hadn't talked again.

About 3 months later she came over to the house and dropped off some cute shirts she had gone and bought for Charlie.  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  I sent some pictures of him with a thank-you card.  A couple of weeks ago she came over, very cheery, with some toys for him - she wanted to see him but he was napping, and she apologized for not calling first and gave us her phone number and asked for ours.  So we swapped numbers and said we'd arrange for her to see him. 

Meanwhile, I work with a man who is from Vietnam, but is also Chinese.  He and his wife are both very interested in Charlie - I haven't met his wife but he has sent information from her about different festivals, and he brought a little decorated red envelope of money for Charlie on New Year's.  (They have 3 kids; I have got to bring him something for them soon!)  So last week, he brought me a pretty tin of amazing-looking Moon Cakes for the Autumn Moon festival, which is...um, now.  Plus instructions from his wife on how to heat them up properly, and he said we have to have them with green tea, and cut them into 8 pieces because 8 rhymes with "luck" in Chinese.   He's very pleased to be able to bring some authentic Chinese culture into our lives.

Charlie can't have any of the moon cakes, unfortunately, because he is allergic to basically all of the ingredients, but we will give him some sips of green tea and a little bowl of whipped cream while we eat the cakes....with our maybe-not-so reclusive neighbor, who is coming over right after lunch tomorrow to have tea and cakes. !!!

We'd been worried about Charlie growing up in an area without a lot of Chinese people (SW Chicago is verrry Irish-American, with diverse pockets scattered here and there...my town is becoming one of them but not super-fast).  Because of his health we haven't had time to find a Chinese babysitter for him or join an adoptive-families organization or creepily stalk random Chinese folks in the hopes of making new friends.  But what seems to be happening is that the few Chinese people we do know are very interested in Charlie, and are pleased with us for adopting him, and find him charming, so he is sort of making connections for himself, which is pretty cool. 
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I drove past a big square building on South Western Ave....hardly any windows, big marquee sign across the front:
(sorry, couldn't get a pic of my own b/c driving)

MANAU - CUTLERY - SLICERS - GRINDERS - BAND SAWS sales and service

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a person ducked in there to get away from the rain, or a serial killer, or something.



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It's great that you have nowhere particular to be at 8 am on a weekday morning, and yes, Millennium park is very pretty right now, and I'm sure your giant car is very comfortable on this balmy day, but would you please PUT YOUR FOOT ON THE FRELLING GAS PEDAL? Some of us have to go to work, you know.

New camera

Jun. 13th, 2008 07:28 am
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They closed Clark street near my building two days ago to film a scene from the John Dillinger movie that's going to star Johnny Depp (the scene was Depp-free, or I would have played hooky to watch them film). They had a 1920's-style car marked "Police" parked right by the awning with my company's name on it. And I didn't have a frelling camera. My cell phone camera is not deserving of the name, and my slightly tired 7-megapixel Pentax Optio was at home, because it's too clunky to carry around on a regular basis.

Yesterday there was an airplane fusilage parked in front of the building next door, wing-free, with a big truck saying something like "execujet" - I think they were trying to sell planes? Camera was still at home, DAMNIT.

So on the way home I bought this bitty thing, and it'll be done charging by now, and I'll never leave home without a camera again. 8 megapixels for $150? Awesome. Will post some pix tonight.

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