Maybe More Like a Fortnight
...Than a tenday.
-You haven't really lived until you've had cheap whiskey from a flask, while standing in a trash enclosure behind a Buddhist temple, in a snowstorm, while there's a service going on in the temple, with loud drums. I believe I almost converted on the way out.
-Despite the preceding statement, I turn out to be employable. I'm now doing Windows tech support for two of the local seminaries (out of four. No, I can't explain it.) through an outside company. Megan is my co-worker, and in fact recommended me for the job and did my training. My take on this is the phrase "Comedy Goldmine". Also, some advice: if you happen to have five servers, make sure that all of them restart after a power outage, especially the one that all the other need to function properly.
-Unfortunately, my major is still trying to kill me. At this stage, taking more than one CS class per quarter is becoming problematic, in that many of them assign a workload which does not really permit taking another serious class. Since I am in both Software Construction and Computer Graphics, death awaits me at every turn. On the other hand, I will be able to render a really sweet-looking 3D Scrabble board by the end of this (The project for Software Construction is producing a working multi-player, web-enabled Scrabble game).
-I am beginning to believe that one should either be totally aware of the consequences and plan accordingly, or be utterly incognizant and wing it for all one's worth. Situations with humans seem to be in the latter category, although there are mitigating factors.
-I seem to be falling for Joan Baez again, which is a shame as she's well out of my age range. Significantly younger women: if you believe you may be Joan Baez (or for that matter Joan Jett), you have my attention.
-I think there should be an investigation as to why "electrangle" is not currently a word.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I'm Late!
I'm almost a tenday late on my current tenday-posting policy. For shame. I have become almost as unreliable as the Sun-Times. I blame this lousy Smarch weather. Except for that bit where it was 60 degrees for three days.
-Productive relations between insomnia and poetry-writing continues. Have a couple new poems, but they still need cleanup; works of 4 AM tend towards surreal jumps and dense metaphor.
-Something useful? Okay. Bars/clubs I've been to this month:
Delilah's: 2771 N Lincoln Ave. This place is pretty fantastic. Two floors, cheap drinks, friendly bartenders, and an absurdly well-stocked bar that glows with an inner light. All the drinks are pretty reasonably priced, but they also have rotating specials basically everyday on beer and whiskey. $2 Maker's Mark, seriously. Quality and variety of DJs as well. Plus there's a guy who wanders around selling tamales in plastic bags. Downside: They have Malort.
Small Bar: 2049 W Division St. Also a fairly nice place. Chief advantages include a table that was formerly a door and a row of throne-like chairs in the back. Also an excellent beer selection. As you might have guessed, it is a fairly small bar. For those of you who are into football(soccer), it is also a soccer(football) bar.
Sonotheque: 1444 W Chicago Ave. The cover here is pricey (up to $12), but it is a good place to see a DJ you know you like. Seating in the form of leather couches and an array of TV/projector screens help the atmosphere. Tendency of crowd to dance appears sub-optimal, though I am usually part of the problem in these matters.
Molly Malone's: 7652 Madison St, Forest Park. If you happen to be in Forest Park, need to find a place whose kitchen is open late, and don't mind a considerably older demographic, this is your place. Comfortable pub/restaurant, and certainly better than the place down the street that was having karaoke night. If you're looking for hip, however, well, I have been there with my grandmother.
- You should probably see There Will Be Blood.
- Going-out-of-business sales are fun. Thanks to the closing of the Hyde Park Co-op, and more specifically their liquor store, Zach and I acquired 8 handles of pre-mixed drinks for $25. We now have a rainbow array of the cheapest 26-proof Margaritas, Mojitos, and Long Islands available to man. The margarita is basically kool-aid and tequila, but the other two aren't bad.
I'm almost a tenday late on my current tenday-posting policy. For shame. I have become almost as unreliable as the Sun-Times. I blame this lousy Smarch weather. Except for that bit where it was 60 degrees for three days.
-Productive relations between insomnia and poetry-writing continues. Have a couple new poems, but they still need cleanup; works of 4 AM tend towards surreal jumps and dense metaphor.
-Something useful? Okay. Bars/clubs I've been to this month:
Delilah's: 2771 N Lincoln Ave. This place is pretty fantastic. Two floors, cheap drinks, friendly bartenders, and an absurdly well-stocked bar that glows with an inner light. All the drinks are pretty reasonably priced, but they also have rotating specials basically everyday on beer and whiskey. $2 Maker's Mark, seriously. Quality and variety of DJs as well. Plus there's a guy who wanders around selling tamales in plastic bags. Downside: They have Malort.
Small Bar: 2049 W Division St. Also a fairly nice place. Chief advantages include a table that was formerly a door and a row of throne-like chairs in the back. Also an excellent beer selection. As you might have guessed, it is a fairly small bar. For those of you who are into football(soccer), it is also a soccer(football) bar.
Sonotheque: 1444 W Chicago Ave. The cover here is pricey (up to $12), but it is a good place to see a DJ you know you like. Seating in the form of leather couches and an array of TV/projector screens help the atmosphere. Tendency of crowd to dance appears sub-optimal, though I am usually part of the problem in these matters.
Molly Malone's: 7652 Madison St, Forest Park. If you happen to be in Forest Park, need to find a place whose kitchen is open late, and don't mind a considerably older demographic, this is your place. Comfortable pub/restaurant, and certainly better than the place down the street that was having karaoke night. If you're looking for hip, however, well, I have been there with my grandmother.
- You should probably see There Will Be Blood.
- Going-out-of-business sales are fun. Thanks to the closing of the Hyde Park Co-op, and more specifically their liquor store, Zach and I acquired 8 handles of pre-mixed drinks for $25. We now have a rainbow array of the cheapest 26-proof Margaritas, Mojitos, and Long Islands available to man. The margarita is basically kool-aid and tequila, but the other two aren't bad.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Just when I thought that Chicago's worst excuse for a newspaper couldn't possibly do anything else to disgrace themselves, they manage to disgust me to the point of no return. You'd think that the Sun Times would deal with the embarrassment of having to lay off a huge chunk of their newsroom quietly. Nope. Instead, the paper continues to brag on every single front page: "Still Only 50 Cents!" Nice, Sun Times, that's real stand-up of you. Maybe if you just went ahead and raised your prices like the other newspaper in town that you seem to despise so much, you wouldn't have had to disrupt and derail the careers of so many decent reporters and editors. Or perhaps you are concerned that no one would pay more than two quarters to read the drivel you print everyday and call news. Well, here's another idea: How about you can that Mariotti fellow? I'm sure he's eating up a lot of salary. And certainly the removal of a stale shock-jock sports writer can only improve what little integrity your pulp newspaper may still cling to.
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