Woooooo!
I forgot how much the excitement of this place got me the excited too. I hope it lasts.
Amtrak has remained a good experience in my eyes' mind. The track from Chicago was a bit more bumpy than previous tracks. Bumps in the night, strange dreams, animal in nature. Animals and vegetables.
Found my good ol' friend J Mac (Mac-N-Sac, apparently his new street moniker here) at a Tuesday night beer tasting. We knocked back the tiny samples with the old times at the front of our brains and the delicious free beer dancing in the uppermost regions of our digestives. It was an easy block to J and Katie-friend's apartment where KD was preparing Sober Noodles (?). It was the jam-track, whoa. Tofu, kimchi, already two things that I know that I am not sophisticated enough for.
I am glad to be here with these guys and I was telling them tonight that this visit will be extra easy for me, as these two crazy cats may be the only people on the planet that laugh at me when I speak in my made up languages. I include that comment, because you will most likely be showered with abnormal volumes of broken English, vulgarity, and nonsensicals on these next several posts.
Prepare to be for-shitted on! (sorry Mom)
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Sweet Home Chicago (four)
Yesterday was Chicago's Birthday. Happy birthday Chicago, glad to be invited to the party.
Every Thursday, from 5 to 8 pm, the museum at the Art Institute Chicago is open free to the public. Oh hells ya, I was there. Stories of Georgia O'Keeffe and the inspiration behind her paintings. The battles of the American modernists trying to show the Europeans that, they too, have deep feelings. I enjoyed the museum much, here is my critique:
Painting - Lots of American (both pre- and post- 1900), little European (disappointing) that were mainly the Impressionists (which I am not a huge fan of), and hardly anything else (which I am OK with).
Sculpture - .... I'm just going to end my review now, because I only go to museums to look at paintings. Ya, they had some sculpture, Asian/Indian artifacts, and a GIANT section of photography. You could find me looking at the artifacts and sculptures. You could not find me looking at photography, though I could use some lessons.
I played at the somewhat historic "Gallery Cabaret" open mic last night. Musically, it definitely wasn't my night: forgetting my lyrics, how to play guitar, and not shaking my hips enough. I was given even more of a shunning than my other heavily shunned appearances. The sound kept cutting out on me, that's my excuse. There were some really good folks that played there though, so I had a good time. After the bar, I ate hot dog #2 of the Chicago visit. My nutritionist would be outraged.
Tonight Klevis and I made our own ice cream and drank beer, like real men, right? We called it date night. Much to Klevis's dismay, we did not use goat milk or goat cream to make the ice cream.
Every Thursday, from 5 to 8 pm, the museum at the Art Institute Chicago is open free to the public. Oh hells ya, I was there. Stories of Georgia O'Keeffe and the inspiration behind her paintings. The battles of the American modernists trying to show the Europeans that, they too, have deep feelings. I enjoyed the museum much, here is my critique:
Painting - Lots of American (both pre- and post- 1900), little European (disappointing) that were mainly the Impressionists (which I am not a huge fan of), and hardly anything else (which I am OK with).
Sculpture - .... I'm just going to end my review now, because I only go to museums to look at paintings. Ya, they had some sculpture, Asian/Indian artifacts, and a GIANT section of photography. You could find me looking at the artifacts and sculptures. You could not find me looking at photography, though I could use some lessons.
I played at the somewhat historic "Gallery Cabaret" open mic last night. Musically, it definitely wasn't my night: forgetting my lyrics, how to play guitar, and not shaking my hips enough. I was given even more of a shunning than my other heavily shunned appearances. The sound kept cutting out on me, that's my excuse. There were some really good folks that played there though, so I had a good time. After the bar, I ate hot dog #2 of the Chicago visit. My nutritionist would be outraged.
Tonight Klevis and I made our own ice cream and drank beer, like real men, right? We called it date night. Much to Klevis's dismay, we did not use goat milk or goat cream to make the ice cream.
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| From Sweet Home Chicago Klevis (c), scraping the last from the ice cream maker |
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