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Jul. 4th, 2017 08:52 amWhat we do is this, I rent a car and we take a road trip. Last year we did caves - a bunch of caves - I went to 5? Maybe 6 caves last year & in one of them we even went on a boat in a cave. That was pretty alright.
This year we've been at a little bit of a loss. Graveyards? Our new pal Joan came to town and was interested in the weeping angel in my neighborhood so we took an afternoon to hit the big cemetery where a president's buried. So I came to it - why not graveyards? Or well. Probably I'm setting up birds to get the glancing blow cast by my one & only stone. What we do is this, get in the rented car and drive off to Chicago.
Which you may recall is where my lady lives, and also you may have heard of as one of the great cities. So the kid goes on a trip in a car which is fun, and we go to the big-rich-city, leaving poor little CLV behind. And then we go to see a lady and a cemetery & a lot of the city but not that much, but a lot.
There's a lot to it, little stories - we get turned around trying to get into this big-big graveyard & it's got one entrance and stands on 6 blocks or so - so it's a lot of walking & into wrong & wright neighborhoods full of stores where you can buy up some 3 eyed calves & so on, the fancy stuff. But it's a good graveyard & I see the big sights that you're supposed to see - graves of the plutocrats.
It's neat.
We get turned around some more and end up in a...
Okay so our joke - between me and kid is "good decisions Methuselah" as in, that's what they call me. When I make good decisions. "Good thinking kiddo!" "Well I guess that's why they call me good decisions Methuselah." We take turns eventually being good decisions Methuselah. So we ended up extra-extra hungry in a weird food-desert location at the edge of the Chicago pride parade & we're looking and start going for Hotdogs at the hotdog stand cause - at last. But then notice across the street - and you'd miss it too because it was all sun-faded & old- tacos. Well you must know that tacos>hotdogs so we run back across the street. The sun faded pictures show elaborate drinks & when they only have bottles of soda I figure - I'll go for the fancy big drink instead. I order something blindly off the picture - which looks big & tropical & kind of is?
Anyhow I ain't like savory booze and I don't eat things from the sea - so instead this was a solid experience of us having a bad experience with Brazilian people who were just kinda dumb about it all. We sent this thing back and two different ladies came up at me to say that we still have to pay for it and then they're all scarce when it's time to settle up. Jesus have a little class, nerds. Anyhow it's worth the laughs we've had over it. Fishdrink. Shrimpmonster attack cocktail. "Poor Decisions Methuselah." Is me for sure. Tacos are okay though.
Tacos are enough. We rally, make it downtown, to the lake, all theparks - the beautiful wonderful downtown - ride the train through all the amazing beautiful buildings, walk ten miles in dusty shoes & feel just great about it all. Come home and...
Sigh, about a lady's house.
My house is a house of a solitary man with a lot of extraneous hobbies and no interest in laundry. It's got its charms but it's fucked up too. The best thing about a girlfriend sometimes is to go to her house where it's nice - a nice house where a girl lives - that's the stuff. She doesn't even have this stack of printers that she's been working on to have them print onto wood planks, she doesn't even have a floor covered in cut up books & paint & all the early drafts of her own books. She's got a nice house and it's nice to be in & I always feel like I'm fucking up my life that I don't have a nice house to live at. But then I take up a project and don't care. But everyone should get a chance to go to a girlfriend's house and have that.
We live it up another day - this time clinging to the better-food parts of town and the big nice art museum (not actually as nice or good as CLV's We Win! At something!) See wrigley field - just to do - and run across these dudes all decked out in Golden State gear - so it's all cruel salt in wounds (We Lose!). We eat real well, see great things, have a splendid time & cross a few bridges. Oh - and home at last to her persian neighborhood for Eid and there's a great kabob place where everyone's out at late, late at night. And it's good.
She gets in her mind to watch 80's movies all together on the couch - we look at Adventures in Babysitting - which is a good movie - from the time when I knew all about movies. It's good but there's this thing - where it's 80's-90's Chicago. When I was a kid, 20 years ago - we drove out her a lot, a lot like tough-guy punks you know. And there may have been an amount of panhandling and public intoxication & you know - teenaged punker mischief. But the impression I got, after sleeping on the sidewalk one night, that Chicago is/was Big Cleveland. And these old movies with the old skyline show it that way. But you go there now? Man it's big & fancy. So much has changed - it really is a beautiful place, and it takes an hour to drive out of in the morning.
Indiana just...sucks. Driving through it is a chore. Ohio isn't a whole lot better - but I know it well enough to quit the interstate & drive through all the weird remote western counties for a while - take our time & go to see the sights. It's pleasant, bucolic - but flat and endless. Farms. I wonder how long it'll be that there are farmers, talking with the man at work about robot lawn-machine & robot weeders. Talking about the end of work, and what will be.
But back to work & back to work & back to work. There's so many jobs you have and some of them are about laundry. Some of them are about showing up at a place and looking busy.
I lost the thread there didn't I? I dunno, I write a lot but lost the knack for writing well along the way.
This year we've been at a little bit of a loss. Graveyards? Our new pal Joan came to town and was interested in the weeping angel in my neighborhood so we took an afternoon to hit the big cemetery where a president's buried. So I came to it - why not graveyards? Or well. Probably I'm setting up birds to get the glancing blow cast by my one & only stone. What we do is this, get in the rented car and drive off to Chicago.
Which you may recall is where my lady lives, and also you may have heard of as one of the great cities. So the kid goes on a trip in a car which is fun, and we go to the big-rich-city, leaving poor little CLV behind. And then we go to see a lady and a cemetery & a lot of the city but not that much, but a lot.
There's a lot to it, little stories - we get turned around trying to get into this big-big graveyard & it's got one entrance and stands on 6 blocks or so - so it's a lot of walking & into wrong & wright neighborhoods full of stores where you can buy up some 3 eyed calves & so on, the fancy stuff. But it's a good graveyard & I see the big sights that you're supposed to see - graves of the plutocrats.
It's neat.
We get turned around some more and end up in a...
Okay so our joke - between me and kid is "good decisions Methuselah" as in, that's what they call me. When I make good decisions. "Good thinking kiddo!" "Well I guess that's why they call me good decisions Methuselah." We take turns eventually being good decisions Methuselah. So we ended up extra-extra hungry in a weird food-desert location at the edge of the Chicago pride parade & we're looking and start going for Hotdogs at the hotdog stand cause - at last. But then notice across the street - and you'd miss it too because it was all sun-faded & old- tacos. Well you must know that tacos>hotdogs so we run back across the street. The sun faded pictures show elaborate drinks & when they only have bottles of soda I figure - I'll go for the fancy big drink instead. I order something blindly off the picture - which looks big & tropical & kind of is?
Anyhow I ain't like savory booze and I don't eat things from the sea - so instead this was a solid experience of us having a bad experience with Brazilian people who were just kinda dumb about it all. We sent this thing back and two different ladies came up at me to say that we still have to pay for it and then they're all scarce when it's time to settle up. Jesus have a little class, nerds. Anyhow it's worth the laughs we've had over it. Fishdrink. Shrimpmonster attack cocktail. "Poor Decisions Methuselah." Is me for sure. Tacos are okay though.
Tacos are enough. We rally, make it downtown, to the lake, all theparks - the beautiful wonderful downtown - ride the train through all the amazing beautiful buildings, walk ten miles in dusty shoes & feel just great about it all. Come home and...
Sigh, about a lady's house.
My house is a house of a solitary man with a lot of extraneous hobbies and no interest in laundry. It's got its charms but it's fucked up too. The best thing about a girlfriend sometimes is to go to her house where it's nice - a nice house where a girl lives - that's the stuff. She doesn't even have this stack of printers that she's been working on to have them print onto wood planks, she doesn't even have a floor covered in cut up books & paint & all the early drafts of her own books. She's got a nice house and it's nice to be in & I always feel like I'm fucking up my life that I don't have a nice house to live at. But then I take up a project and don't care. But everyone should get a chance to go to a girlfriend's house and have that.
We live it up another day - this time clinging to the better-food parts of town and the big nice art museum (not actually as nice or good as CLV's We Win! At something!) See wrigley field - just to do - and run across these dudes all decked out in Golden State gear - so it's all cruel salt in wounds (We Lose!). We eat real well, see great things, have a splendid time & cross a few bridges. Oh - and home at last to her persian neighborhood for Eid and there's a great kabob place where everyone's out at late, late at night. And it's good.
She gets in her mind to watch 80's movies all together on the couch - we look at Adventures in Babysitting - which is a good movie - from the time when I knew all about movies. It's good but there's this thing - where it's 80's-90's Chicago. When I was a kid, 20 years ago - we drove out her a lot, a lot like tough-guy punks you know. And there may have been an amount of panhandling and public intoxication & you know - teenaged punker mischief. But the impression I got, after sleeping on the sidewalk one night, that Chicago is/was Big Cleveland. And these old movies with the old skyline show it that way. But you go there now? Man it's big & fancy. So much has changed - it really is a beautiful place, and it takes an hour to drive out of in the morning.
Indiana just...sucks. Driving through it is a chore. Ohio isn't a whole lot better - but I know it well enough to quit the interstate & drive through all the weird remote western counties for a while - take our time & go to see the sights. It's pleasant, bucolic - but flat and endless. Farms. I wonder how long it'll be that there are farmers, talking with the man at work about robot lawn-machine & robot weeders. Talking about the end of work, and what will be.
But back to work & back to work & back to work. There's so many jobs you have and some of them are about laundry. Some of them are about showing up at a place and looking busy.
I lost the thread there didn't I? I dunno, I write a lot but lost the knack for writing well along the way.
