Date archive for March, 2009

  • Pedestrian Danger at Museum Campus

    3/30/09 • (9)

    Imagine my surprise this past Friday when I took one of my urban hikes through my downtown Chicago neighborhood and walked right into what may be the most unnecessarily dangerous pedestrian crossing in town.

  • Devil Dog Deliverance

    3/26/09 • (13)

    When Sole Man Donn called last Friday to tell me he was on a spur-of-the-moment weekend trip in New York, he asked if I wanted him to bring anything back from my long-ago hometown. ‘No, thanks,’ I said and put my iPhone back in my pocket. Ten seconds later I found myself frantically pulling it out again. Before Donn could manage a greeting, I yelled into the phone, ‘Devil Dogs!’ Several times.

  • When the Wind Blows (at Marina City)

    3/25/09 • (24)

    Friends rarely believe me when I tell them about the grandmother on a rocking chair who lives in the walls at Marina City. At least, that’s who it sounds like inhabits the cast-in-place concrete of my high-rise corncob home every time a stiff wind blows through downtown Chicago. Here’s proof.

  • Mold-A-Rama Madness!

    3/22/09 • (11)

    Earlier this month, a visit to the Brookfield Zoo uncovered new depths of hidden obsessiveness in Yours Truly. I’ve always liked the place–it reminds me of a pancake-flat Bronx Zoo, minus the Bengali Express monorail ride through Wild Asia that I grew up riding. But there’s one thing I unfortunately didn’t grow up with at the NYC animal park: Mold-A-Rama!

  • Big Gay Guest Shot: My Interview on “Feast of Fools”

    3/09/09 • (6)

    Today, I’m the featured guest on Chicago’s homegrown Feast of Fools podcast, the most popular LGBT-themed daily talk show on the planet. Wonder twin powers, activate! Form of: a giddy gay blogger!

  • At Home in Bedford Falls

    3/04/09 • (11)

    I will never be George Bailey. My tolerance for others and wisdom with money leave a lot to be desired. But we have one thing in common: we’ve both had the punishing desire to run away. Try as he might, George never did manage to follow his dreams out of old Bedford Falls. In the end, that turned out to be a good thing.

  • Brick Head

    3/01/09 • (18)

    Sometimes I need a brick to the head to get the message. Starting to date a native son of Chicago last month showed both of us how apparent that is. I suppose some internal barriers, like some waiting periods, were meant to be broken.