rocket to nowhere

Today for lunch I had leftovers from last night’s awesome make-your-own-sushi-party at our house. I’m sorry there are no pictures from that. Anyway . . .

“Milan Kundera wrote that one day, when everyone writes, nobody will listen.”

—Dubravka Ugresic, from her essay, “The Aura of Glamour,” from her book Thank You for Not Reading.

Best sentence (pair) ever?

Network with others interested in the Paranormal and plan upcoming activities. Also, drink Frappuccinos :)

On Tuesday, I left the house, walked to the train station, took the light rail downtown, and walked down the 16th street mall to a movie theater. The trip took me maybe 20 minutes. Along the way, I saw or overheard the following things:

1. A guy standing at a picnic table in Lincoln Park removed something colorful from his face, twirled it around his head, and threw it away from himself. It was half of a bikini. I didn’t stick around to find out which half.
2. A guy with a pony tail, and wearing a Chicago Cubs hat and tie got off the train at the convention center, ran up to a wall, pressed a button, and then twirled and danced when lights in a sculpture started flashing.
3. A young women behind me looked up and saw the Coyote Ugly saloon. I heard her say, “You know, I think I’d like to work there. If it’s anything like the movie, I bet it would be a lot of fun.”