A friend of mine writes from Las Vegas a few months ago:
“You gotta move here. Beautiful weather, nonstop fun, hours to the wilderness and light-years from everything I hated about Chicago.”
We joke about that, how there’s nothing to do in Illinois beyond hitting the bars and making unnecessary shopping trips, but it always gives me a chuckle to explain to newcomers to the area how the next five months are at best today and at worst 100 times worse, meaning prepare for 4:30pm sunsets and hateful cold even when it’s warm. But we do anyway, all that beer and chicken wings and Gap sweaters, and then we complain about the junk food we just ate and the stupid sweaters everyone wears in these parts. It’s like we know better, but we don’t.
Friend wrote again last week:
“Vegas sucks. I’m coming home.”
To which I responded, “I thought you hated this place.”
To which friend replied today:
“I do. But you know what? Everywhere is awful. At least now I that know for certain.”
And I think Friend makes a good point: why think too much without ever bothering to actually know? I’m not sure moving to Vegas is the best case study in self-actualization, but at the very least Friend took a leap. A short leap, but a leap all the same. With any luck, Friend will still be a terrible poker player.
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The more keen-eyed and curious among you might have noticed a few changes around the site, chiefly in a spiffy new photo gallery page and a gutting of the clips. You’ll now find the latter in full archive form, complete with hierarchies and a best-of page starring all your old and new favorites, such as:
And plenty more, all absolutely starved for your attention. On top of that, my words and I will be hitting the stage again soon, but I’ll post details on that as they become available.
Until then, thank you as always for reading.
AMR
Chicago, IL / November 11, 2009
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How They Pronounce “For” In Chicago
A friend of mine writes from Las Vegas a few months ago:
“You gotta move here. Beautiful weather, nonstop fun, hours to the wilderness and light-years from everything I hated about Chicago.”
We joke about that, how there’s nothing to do in Illinois beyond hitting the bars and making unnecessary shopping trips, but it always gives me a chuckle to explain to newcomers to the area how the next five months are at best today and at worst 100 times worse, meaning prepare for 4:30pm sunsets and hateful cold even when it’s warm. But we do anyway, all that beer and chicken wings and Gap sweaters, and then we complain about the junk food we just ate and the stupid sweaters everyone wears in these parts. It’s like we know better, but we don’t.
Friend wrote again last week:
“Vegas sucks. I’m coming home.”
To which I responded, “I thought you hated this place.”
To which friend replied today:
“I do. But you know what? Everywhere is awful. At least now I that know for certain.”
And I think Friend makes a good point: why think too much without ever bothering to actually know? I’m not sure moving to Vegas is the best case study in self-actualization, but at the very least Friend took a leap. A short leap, but a leap all the same. With any luck, Friend will still be a terrible poker player.
——
The more keen-eyed and curious among you might have noticed a few changes around the site, chiefly in a spiffy new photo gallery page and a gutting of the clips. You’ll now find the latter in full archive form, complete with hierarchies and a best-of page starring all your old and new favorites, such as:
- Jay Cutler, quasi-hero
- U2, quasi-awesome
- Seattle, quasi-accessible
- Cheers, quasi-Chicagoan
And plenty more, all absolutely starved for your attention. On top of that, my words and I will be hitting the stage again soon, but I’ll post details on that as they become available.
Until then, thank you as always for reading.
AMR
Chicago, IL / November 11, 2009