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If the Gay Games VII organizers hadn't refrained from taking a pig-blood stained bow after Saturday night's disastrous opening ceremony, I would have sworn I was back sitting in the last row of the ill-fated Carrie: The Musical, Broadway's most infamous flop. Bad choreography, poor staging, cheap co
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You never know what you've got until it's gone. For example, the use of your right thumb. Last night, after a long day on a short fuse, I settled in for the evening, poured myself a glass of Vinho Verde, and pointed myself at the dishes for a fight. I lost. A 99-cent Ikea butter knife won.
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Bed, Bath & Beyond had just sent out another round of their endlessly arriving midnight blue 20-percent-off coupons, and now I needed one. But true to form, I had thrown mine out the moment it arrived in my mailbox. Then again, I realized, so had everybody else at Marina City.
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Words an Osco worker should never say to a customer--'Oh no you didn't! Do you work for Osco? Are you wearing a blue smock?' And good thing for her sake she didn't say them to me.
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Recently, a bit of year-old Carless content created an unexpected stir in, of all places, the Cleveland.com forums. Yes, I was as shocked to learn they have the Internet in Ohio as you were. Oh, those kooky suburbanites are at it, again.
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There's a battle going on between a small Maine blogger, the Maine Web Report, and a boutique New York advertising firm, Warren Kremer Paino, that this week launched a federal lawsuit against the blog's author. The beef? The blog author has been critical of a Maine tourism Internet ad campaign led b
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Ten checkout lines, seven express. Five happy people each with one item. Two happy checkers with nothing to do. And a boatload of full baskets lined up down the aisles in the three--slow--regular--lines. Five bucks for boca burgers and I have to bring a book to make it through the checkout line? Who
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Loved the weather and hated to work today, so I skipped out to Grant Park. While city workers made Buckingham Fountain sputter on and off, cleaning out winter goo, I made comfy on a semi-shady bench and read Kerouac.
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In today's Crain's Chicago Business online, another look at New Yorkers versus Chicagoans, from the perspective of Gothamites who move here and do -- or don't -- fit in.
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Being a transplanted long-term Brooklynite now living about as far into Chicago as you can get, I've had plenty of opportunity to muse about the peculiarities of Gothamites vs. Chitowners. New Yorkers take Chicagoans for pushovers. Chicagoans take New Yorkers for rude. I think on the inside there's
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According to Willamette Week, a Portland, Oregon weekly, Illinoisans and many other Americans are now restricted from buying cold remedies containing pseudoephedrine--an ingredient of homemade methamphetamines--based almost entirely on false pretenses.
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Sunday, March 26, at 12:09 p.m. marks the one-year anniversary of the day I accidentally met the man of my dreams -- on a street corner, wholly by accident, and entirely in spite of myself. It happened at Fullerton and Clark. It happened just like in the movies. And I thank God every day that it hap