Pride and Piquedness
I rarely engage with other Chicagoans in the city’s seemingly official pasttime of grousing about winter weather. But when it’s 90 in the shade, my plaintive side takes a more public turn. No matter how cold the spring, we always face Divine retribution come late June. This city bakes from Gay Pride through the Taste of Chicago. Why? I think it’s in the Bible. Watch the video and I’ll tell you why…
(Video: Was last winter’s minus-17 really that bad?)
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The Taste for Old Times' Sake
My last Taste of Chicago was definitely the best. Protest though I did last year about Chicagoans' proclivity to attend the Taste year after year although everyone rants how much it stinks, this being my sunset summer in Chicago, I decided to take one final opportunity to eat lunch over a garbage can.
My last Taste of Chicago was definitely the best. Protest though I did last year about Chicagoans' proclivity to attend the Taste year after year although everyone rants how much it stinks, this being my sunset summer in Chicago, I decided to take one final opportunity to eat lunch over a garbage can.
Why I Work from Home
There are many reasons why I choose to work from home. Among them: avoiding rush hour; avenging 15 years of an hour-long NYC commute; and evading boundary-ignoring clients. But the best reason I can think of is the one I see every time I step out onto my 38th floor Marina City balcony. Take a look at the video and see wheth...
There are many reasons why I choose to work from home. Among them: avoiding rush hour; avenging 15 years of an hour-long NYC commute; and evading boundary-ignoring clients. But the best reason I can think of is the one I see every time I step out onto my 38th floor Marina City balcony. Take a look at the video and see wheth...
Where'd Chicago Go?: Skyscraper Roofdeck Fog Bank
It's one thing to watch the Sears Tower disappear into the murky whiteness from below. It's quite another to stand atop one of Marina City's twin, 61st-floor open-air roofdecks and try and make out the Chicago Loop from inside an aerial fog bank, itself.
It's one thing to watch the Sears Tower disappear into the murky whiteness from below. It's quite another to stand atop one of Marina City's twin, 61st-floor open-air roofdecks and try and make out the Chicago Loop from inside an aerial fog bank, itself.
Pride cometh before the fall. HAHA. You slay me!
“Summer is here and our souls have yet to be saved!”–paraphrasing from Jeanette Winterson’s “Oranges Aren’t the Only Fruit”
I love you both