View of the Atlantic from the coast of Massachusetts
Tuesday, May 15th, 2007
I’m in Chicago’s O’Hare, waiting for my connecting flight to Boston, when I receive a very strange phone call from Micah.
“Hi, can you tell me who’s phone this is?” said the voice on the other line.
Uhhhh, sure I can. Ass! And I then proceeded to make fun of him for his lame attempt at trickery.
The phone ended up being with airport security in Wichita.
NOW WITH PHOTOS!
Under Union Station, emerging with Amtrak and Metra passengers
ONE WEEK AGO
With Amtrak’s recent service expansion in Illinois, I decided to try the previously unimaginable: a day trip to Chicago on $20.
My train was to depart from Bloomington/Normal at 7:30am Tuesday, dropping me off in the Loop at 10am. Thirty minutes late, I’m breathing the exhaust and taking in the squealing brakes that Chicago offers. First stop, Goodwin’s for lunch. It’s a subterranean sandwich place on Franklin St. in the northwest end of the Loop, unassuming and invisible to anyone but business regulars from the nearby financial district.
I’m jetting off to Boston for a few days, then to Wichita to see my brother
graudate graduate high school. More later!
SAT. UPDATE The trip went extremely well… working on photos/text/video for you!
These words describe me at 3:56 a.m. Sunday morning.
infuriated / livid / zonked / limp / downcast / apathetic
Trying and failing to post video on the Journal Star’s website until 3:30 in the morning can be very, very detrimental to your well-being. I apologize to the Sunday readers looking for three videos that Matt shot and I edited this evening. We stayed much too long as it is.
I have only extremely foul words for the entire experience.
“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”
I’m usually cautious of Peoria’s restaurants, wary of their bland dishes and perplexing hours. Today proved to be a bad day to throw caution to the wind. Come with me to La Gondola Spaghetti House. You shouldn’t, but you must if you are to empathize. A nondescript, family-owned Italian place in the Northpoint Shopping Center, La Gondola is a no-frills eatery that caters to take-out orders. Famished from my adventure in car repair, I stop inside and order their tortellini. Let me say that I am normally a fanatic Italian lover, growing giddy at their plentiful use of cheese as much as that man on the corner craves his 40-ounce malt liquor. I’m deep in reading when my food comes: a pile of reheated tortellini, piled on a styrofoam plate and topped with gloopy goulash sauce. Oh SHIT. I ate that $6 plate of institutional crap, sobbed a little in the backseat of my car afterwards and drove away.
“CHI-CA-GO”, a stop-action piece created from imperfect, leftover photographs from my many trips to the city. Enjoy!
I’m reminded of Sufjan Steven’s song about the World’s Columbian Exposition:
Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion
From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented,
The Ferris Wheel!
TUESDAY UPDATE: NYT’s “The Lede” continues to publish as things develop. The Washington Post posts excerpts from student blogs. But more interesting than all of this are the Second Life virtual memorial services. Extremely creepy.
You’ve heard it all day, but I still feel remiss not mentioning it… hearing that there is a gunman in a school barely registered when I awoke this morning. Reports said that at least one was killed, a tragic number but not an epic number. But then the number swelled, ending at
21 32 dead. This firmly places it as the deadliest shooting rampage in U.S. history.
Since details are always sketchy in breaking news events, most news organizations are trying out rapid-fire updating as the story develops.
+ The New York Times
+ The Roanoke Times
This means most local news takes a backseat, making for a very slow Monday at work. How are you?
I went to three egg hunts last weekend, shooting video for this piece. This photo might explain my feelings while enduring rabid kids beating each other senseless as they collect plastic eggs.
When you pay $2 for One World Cafe to hand you a wax cup containing hot water and a unopened tea bag (not even loose-leaf,) you are forgiven if you despair.
Somehow, my headache has disappeared.
Rishika said at 8:32pm
crumple the cup, throw it on the floor, knock the table over and scream “LAME!” and then walk out
it’ll be great, trust me
MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy.
GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me angry.
DAD: Me, too. When it was over, I had sex.
UNCLE: I’m having sex right now.
DAD: We all are.
– excerpt from “The Wisdom of Children” by Simon Rich in The New Yorker Magazine