Schweet photos @ Tim's flickr.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Kombucha
I am part hippie, being from Oregon, so this is exciting for me.
My kombucha is starting to grow. Took a while, I didn't know anyone with a baby so I tried finding a real chunky Synergy bottle to start with; it worked. It is supposed to aid the liver and fight cancer; personally, like many health products, I'm not totally convinced it does anything but I find the process to be fun and incredibly cheaper than buying it.
I'll have some tips later for making a good brew.
My kombucha is starting to grow. Took a while, I didn't know anyone with a baby so I tried finding a real chunky Synergy bottle to start with; it worked. It is supposed to aid the liver and fight cancer; personally, like many health products, I'm not totally convinced it does anything but I find the process to be fun and incredibly cheaper than buying it.
I'll have some tips later for making a good brew.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Goodbye Apartment
My apartment building in Bucktown got sold to be turned into yet more condos. It was a slum for the most part and my new place is a step up, but I really liked my bedroom window. The ivy sprung up over the summer, starting to grow through to the inside. I hope it takes over and tears the building down.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Pokemon Pikachu iPod Nano
Monday, October 08, 2007
Homeless Party Crasher
This dude scared the shit out of me.
"You can't sleep on our porch."
*yawn*
"That's not exactly what I was doing."
I finally got back to Oregon for a week-long visit to Portland/Eugene. Didn't get to see everyone I wanted, but just hanging out and taking it easy was fantastico. It's already the wet, grey fall/winter while still in the 80s back in Chicago but I did get in a really nice bike ride along the river from St. Johns to the Broadway bridge.
Great food.
"You can't sleep on our porch."
*yawn*
"That's not exactly what I was doing."
I finally got back to Oregon for a week-long visit to Portland/Eugene. Didn't get to see everyone I wanted, but just hanging out and taking it easy was fantastico. It's already the wet, grey fall/winter while still in the 80s back in Chicago but I did get in a really nice bike ride along the river from St. Johns to the Broadway bridge.
Great food.
Peapod
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Meet Bruiser
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Art Party: 22373003 (boobless)
I found myself at a photo-art opening/daytime party Sunday. It was in a converted loft apartment somewhere south of Humboldt Park - there was a great view of the city skyline - along with the hosts' tits, all over the walls. Her tits in a industrial freezer, her tits at a steel mill, her tits in front of a laundromat, etc. She was very charming.
And plenty of fondue fountain poo poos.
And plenty of fondue fountain poo poos.
I now feel the need to cover my walls with giant photos of myself.
Slumber Pod 2R: Brilliant Sea
One of the bedrooms looks like someone was locked in with a pink highlighter while on a mushroom trip. There was some sort of elephant and lots of thought bubbles drawn all over. I wish to claim it for my own because it has a view of something other than a wall and is closer to the gas space heater when the time comes for that.
There was a hole in the wall as well; pre move-in inspection by the landlord must have missed that - and the fact the wall is completely crumbling to pieces. A couple coats of Brilliant Sea will hopefully keep chunks of lead paint and asbestos off my head while I'm sleeping.
I'm thinking Valley Mist for the living room...
Slumber Pod 2R: Deck
A nice surprise is the view off of the back deck:And it tells the time!
(To the left of this photo is a richy rich older gentleman/younger wife/childs'zes house which I thought was a parking garage at first because it's that ugly and they are rarely home. Perfect kitchen view, though, I've never seen them more than snack and never together. Buy your happiness richies, C'MON! I suspect they have a pool on the roof, or they should... satellite photos are unclear).
(To the left of this photo is a richy rich older gentleman/younger wife/childs'zes house which I thought was a parking garage at first because it's that ugly and they are rarely home. Perfect kitchen view, though, I've never seen them more than snack and never together. Buy your happiness richies, C'MON! I suspect they have a pool on the roof, or they should... satellite photos are unclear).
Slumber Pod 2R: Before
I have arrived in Chicago to an empty, deliciously yellow apartment with the dog smell accompaniment. All of the doorways are arched and awkwardly doored with folding closet doors. The bathroom has a good amount of tile missing from the floor and a wall exposing water-rotted drywall. But honestly it looks better than when I came to look at it while the last tenant was still here, as you can tell by the yellow, he had terrible taste. I remember a really bad painting of a taxi cab on the wall he must have pulled inspiration from.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Orygun Tyme Agun
My return to Oregon has been a glorious one... I feel like my time in Eugene is akin to limbo, time seems to pass with little importance and nothing gets done. Hoo-ray for friends.
The last apartment I looked at in Chicago, on the way to the airport no less, turned out to be a dirty gem in Bucktown: beautiful views of brick walls through little windows, no doors and a little porch, but nice and big inside and just where I wanted it. I have not lived on my own since my first studio in Portland (quite an emotional disaster) but I look forward to the privacy and control over my domain. I am worried about furnishing the place but have been checking out I-go and Zipcar, or perhaps I should just get a hot bum bike set-up?
I move in April and can not bring much with me... This could be a disaster.
The last apartment I looked at in Chicago, on the way to the airport no less, turned out to be a dirty gem in Bucktown: beautiful views of brick walls through little windows, no doors and a little porch, but nice and big inside and just where I wanted it. I have not lived on my own since my first studio in Portland (quite an emotional disaster) but I look forward to the privacy and control over my domain. I am worried about furnishing the place but have been checking out I-go and Zipcar, or perhaps I should just get a hot bum bike set-up?
I move in April and can not bring much with me... This could be a disaster.
Monday, February 05, 2007
24 Hours On a Train
I have 10 more hours until I arrive back in Chicago from visiting Portland, Maine for a week. I have not taken Amtrak since I was little and only for a short trip from Eugene to Portland. I save $80 by not flying; but with 10 hours left, ask me later if it was worth it. At least I am getting in some Amtrak points. They need internets on these trains.
I briefly saw Boston at a transfer and said goodbye to New England; I didn’t get to see much of Boston but the "bomb threat" by Aqua Teen Hunger Force really left me frightened for my safety...
Trains always seem to amaze. Their lack of security, speed... as I write this we have just stopped and are being inspected by border patrol. I didn’t realize people risked freezing to death swimming across the great lakes. Exciting. If you are an illegal and get stopped on a train, just pretend to be in a deep snoring sleep; someone is using that technique a few rows back. Or take a bus.
Somehow I got sat next to the one other hipster on the train; he also is moving to Chicago to start anew - from Minneapolis; and yes, according to him, Prince does live there and does have yard sales and you can pay to hang out with him. Why would you ever leave? Unfortunately my social awkwardness only got me that far in conversation. So much for a chat-a-thon.
I briefly saw Boston at a transfer and said goodbye to New England; I didn’t get to see much of Boston but the "bomb threat" by Aqua Teen Hunger Force really left me frightened for my safety...
Trains always seem to amaze. Their lack of security, speed... as I write this we have just stopped and are being inspected by border patrol. I didn’t realize people risked freezing to death swimming across the great lakes. Exciting. If you are an illegal and get stopped on a train, just pretend to be in a deep snoring sleep; someone is using that technique a few rows back. Or take a bus.
Somehow I got sat next to the one other hipster on the train; he also is moving to Chicago to start anew - from Minneapolis; and yes, according to him, Prince does live there and does have yard sales and you can pay to hang out with him. Why would you ever leave? Unfortunately my social awkwardness only got me that far in conversation. So much for a chat-a-thon.
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