It's raining fairly hard here in Chicago this morning—not like in Texas, certainly, but hard enough that there's standing water a foot deep in places on our street. Ella and I just got back from an hour-long walk in that deluge. We had a famous
Obsessing about politics is not all I've been up to lately. First and foremost, if you hadn't divined it from cryptic postings or from status messages on Facebook and Twitter, █████ and I are moving again this month. Not a huge move, just up to the northern
For the online component of a Sunday story about unique office spaces, the Chicago Tribune used several photographs of the offices where █████ works. Check out numbers 1 through 5, from the Imagination offices.
Our celebrity sightings have definitely tailed off since we moved to Chicago, but █████ and one of her colleagues had a good one the other day. At the same hot dog joint where they were grabbing lunch, they spotted Dennis DeYoung of Styx. (I'd suggest that he had too
For those of you who were chiming in the other day about the new waterbirds that have recently appeared on the lagoon at our local park, Ella and I took some pictures yesterday. The photos aren't great, but can you identify this bird?
Walking the dog in the park this morning, we heard a woodpecker in the distance. We followed the sound into a grove where █████ spotted the little thing drilling away about fifteen feet the trunk of tall tree. We watched in amazement for several minutes. There are new birds on the
Spotted in Chicago, and photographed by █████'s iPhone, at the corner of Diversey Parkway, Racine Avenue, and Lincoln Avenue: And then, for good measure, they break your kneecaps.
█████ and I bought a 2000 Honda Accord LX early this afternoon. Less than three hours later, there was a boot on the left front tire. Chicago.
Late last week, I was going to write that the back yard is a winter palimpsest, with footprints and pawprints overwritten by successive layers of snow. I was going to write that frolicking in that world was like playing a god striding over plains and rugged mountain ranges alike, where
█████ and I have started seeing a personal trainer—and boy are my arms tired! (Bah-dum!) Of the many factors prodding us toward car ownership, this is the one that finally pushed us over the edge. It's an hour each way on the bus, with at least one transfer,
Any Chicago folks here going to TECH cocktail this Thursday? Time Out Chicago says: [F]or Frank Gruber and Eric Olson, no element of TECH cocktail, their semi-annual networking party, is too grand. And this could explain the success of the free event for tech-industry workers, which holds its seventh
No, not in the sense that we're running back to New York City with our tails between our legs. But we are going to become car owners for the first time in 13 and 15 years, respectively. It stings.
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