Friday, February 29, 2008

I did, I did see a wabbit...

An honest to goodness American Wabbit, that lives under a bush outside the apartment, in the snow.

This little fellow was eating fallen twigs from the surrounding shrubs, that were completely without leaves. I decided to give him some carrots. He didn't know what to do with them... I say 'him' but of course I don't know for sure, although maybe it was a 'she' as she was pretty suspicious of my offering. Amazing how nature ekes out an existence from bugger all.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Johnny Cash 26 Feb

Happy Birthday Johnny!
I have never been a great fan of Johnny Cash until one night, alone in the car, waiting to pick my daughter up, and Hurt came on the radio. I had no idea that such a song existed, or that it was possible for anyone to put so much into a song - I was spellbound - and I had NO idea who I was listening to. At the end of the song it was announced - Johnny Cash.
Here is a youtube of the song.

Go on, cry.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Got a cold?

Cold... yeah that's a word for it - of a seeker; far from the object sought.



Cold definitions:
- having lost freshness through passage of time, gone cold >> yep
- no longer new; uninteresting, cold or stale >> yep
- without compunction or human feeling >> keep your distance
- unconscious from a blow or shock or intoxication, out cold >> yep
- lacking the warmth of life >> oh yeah
- Having less heat energy than the object against which it is compared >> a bit personal
- To be Cold is to be on a losing streak >> welcome to my world
and
- mild viral infection involving the nose and respiratory passages >> a-huh, I doe wad dew meand

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

My Name is Michael

During the raising of Chicago out of the mud in the mid-1800's, a 'service level' was created like a kind of underground world, below the streets, the shops, the glam... So can you guess who inhabits this badly lit shadow world?

Well one species is called 'dumb tourist' and the other...?


Caption: "Not the real Michael, but close..."

"My name is Michael... don't you shoot me now... ya hear? Don't you look down on me... don't you hurt me or nuthin..."
I thought "Now I know why I should've stayed up on the sunny side of the street...Am I going to live or die?"
It turns out that Michael and his friends needed some money, and he thought I might've had some extra change that I wasn't needing right away. At this point I thought that I could give him some money and my wallet would be empty as soon as I got it out, or I could give him $10 and walk away like a saint, caring for the homeless people of the underworld.

I lived.

Drive to Chicago

You can drive to Chicago in about 2-1/2 hours from Madison WI.

First of all - its weird that you have a complex spaghetti of roads and highways, ramps, exits, locations, and street names that you didn't see on Google Maps, and then they go and have the I-90 (eyeninety) that I wanted to be on and the 190 (oneninety) which goes to OHare. Well in the heat of the moment I saw 190 and turned off the freeway towards the airport. Luckily all roads lead to Chicago, so after a loop of the airport drop-off area, we made it back onto the REAL I-90 and into the city. Parking was easy to find, with $20 for 3- 12 hours, it seemed a reasonable fee. Parked in E Illinois Street



We went to the Navy Pier, which looked good on paper... actually, if I had kids with me it would have been great, and if it was summer and I needed to drink beer in the Beer Garden, it would have been rocking. However, it was cold, windy, and near deserted on the outside. We thought there were no people around.

On the inside... well - mayhem.

There must have been a Junior Cheer Leaders convention going on - there were kids and doting parents everywhere - thick on the ground you might say... well most of them. If you sold cheap make-up you could have made your fortune right there!

Then you have to drive back.