11/27/11
8/28/11
Chewing Gum Magnate
Thanks to Chris Mndy, Brian, Devin and I attended the Cubs/Braves game. Since I don’t particularly like baseball, Hope postulated that it was just, “an excuse to get shitfaced.” But really, Wrigley Field is probably one of the worst places to get drunk. Atleast fiscally. Bud Light retails at about $1/1oz, so it’s about the price of a new pair of Vans to get a buzz.
I will say this though, the setting makes for good conversing. Because you’re not looking at each other, but you’re present. Sometimes it’s hard to talk to somebody when you’re looking them in the eye. Every word you speak is being met with a look. However, when you’re looking at an open field, there’s no eye contact or facial responses. And unlike most settings where you’d be facing the same direction as the person you’re talking to, such as a high school musical or movie, you’re allowed to talk at a baseball stadium.
So I would say, baseball stadium – not the place to get unapologetically wasted. However, if you’re like me, and like talking, but fear intimacy, it’s the place to be.
6/10/11
Glad Man Singing
Went to see Iron & Wine at the J. Pritzker Pavilion in Millennium Park. This is that:
6/5/11
Tonight we're gonna give it 35%
So I went to Maifest Chicago up in the confusingly named Lincoln Square.
I didn’t know this, but I guess there used to be a lot of Germans in Lincoln Square (I don’t know where they all went, and furthermore, I don’t know what it means that they all left. Like there are some neighborhoods in Chicago that have been inhabited by the same people for generations, Chinatown and Avondale for example, but then there are some neighborhoods that were established by an immigrant population that has since gone the way of the dodo, Ukranian Village and Logan Square for example. Is your ethnic group doing better if it’s fragmented and disenfranchised or if it’s tightly bundled together in a concentrated area? I suppose the latter, but I don’t know. It’s a phenomenon that I acknowledge, but have yet to form an opinion on.). So eventhough there no longer are any Germans in that neighborhood, they still have an annual German festival that features all the German fare you associate with Germany, but frankly (no pun intended) sort of shitty versions of them. Germans are the inventors of, and arguably still the world’s best brewers of, beer, however all the Maifest had on tap was Hofbräuhaus and fucking P.B.R. The pretzels were even more of a disgrace. Stale, hard, dusty. They were to German food what Red Burrito is to Mexican food. I mean, I know it’s an outdoor festival, and everything needs to be portable, and voluminous enough to accommodate the masses, but you’re fucking Germans! (A) I know it’s a tall order, but aren’t you supposed to be masters of ingenuity and efficiency. You should have been able to come up with something as a matter of ethnic principle; and (B) You’re only good at like 4-things, so with beer and pretzels botched, that only leaves you with invading countries and killing Jews.
Speaking of Jews:
It’s weird how much disdain for weird people I now have. Especially since I’m such a weirdo. But I think the difference between my weirdness and theirs is that I can’t help mine. I don’t want to be weird, it’s just that my brain has been so warped by decades of television and aggressive rock music that I don’t understand other people and am unable to comprehend, and therefore conform to, excepted standards of appropriate behavior.
This chick is totally normal, but is trying to be weird. Since she can’t replicate a warped mind, she’s just warping her appearance. The scenster term for this is “poseur.” Whatever, these people exist. So be it. But she dropped a line that always makes me writhe, which is “don’t judge me.” Well, consider yourself judged.
I didn’t know this, but I guess there used to be a lot of Germans in Lincoln Square (I don’t know where they all went, and furthermore, I don’t know what it means that they all left. Like there are some neighborhoods in Chicago that have been inhabited by the same people for generations, Chinatown and Avondale for example, but then there are some neighborhoods that were established by an immigrant population that has since gone the way of the dodo, Ukranian Village and Logan Square for example. Is your ethnic group doing better if it’s fragmented and disenfranchised or if it’s tightly bundled together in a concentrated area? I suppose the latter, but I don’t know. It’s a phenomenon that I acknowledge, but have yet to form an opinion on.). So eventhough there no longer are any Germans in that neighborhood, they still have an annual German festival that features all the German fare you associate with Germany, but frankly (no pun intended) sort of shitty versions of them. Germans are the inventors of, and arguably still the world’s best brewers of, beer, however all the Maifest had on tap was Hofbräuhaus and fucking P.B.R. The pretzels were even more of a disgrace. Stale, hard, dusty. They were to German food what Red Burrito is to Mexican food. I mean, I know it’s an outdoor festival, and everything needs to be portable, and voluminous enough to accommodate the masses, but you’re fucking Germans! (A) I know it’s a tall order, but aren’t you supposed to be masters of ingenuity and efficiency. You should have been able to come up with something as a matter of ethnic principle; and (B) You’re only good at like 4-things, so with beer and pretzels botched, that only leaves you with invading countries and killing Jews. Speaking of Jews:
It’s weird how much disdain for weird people I now have. Especially since I’m such a weirdo. But I think the difference between my weirdness and theirs is that I can’t help mine. I don’t want to be weird, it’s just that my brain has been so warped by decades of television and aggressive rock music that I don’t understand other people and am unable to comprehend, and therefore conform to, excepted standards of appropriate behavior.
This chick is totally normal, but is trying to be weird. Since she can’t replicate a warped mind, she’s just warping her appearance. The scenster term for this is “poseur.” Whatever, these people exist. So be it. But she dropped a line that always makes me writhe, which is “don’t judge me.” Well, consider yourself judged.
6/2/11
Room for one more son
So I got a new place. It’s about 2-blocks from where I used to live in Logan Square. Right on Milwaukee.
It’s at least one month away from being complete.
But so far it’s a really good experience. I mean, I know a lot of people talk about how moving sucks, but it’s an ideal opportunity to evaluate yourself. You probably mentally evaluate yourself from time-to-time, but moving is a chance for you to physically evaluate yourself. Where you’ve been, where you’re going. It’s therapeutic. You should really be moving every 3-years, minimum. And if you’re like “But I own a house, Brendan. In a place I like living. Why would I pack up and leave?” I would say: (a) Just do it, asshole. You’ll thank me later; and (b) Why don’t you just pack up like you’re going to leave, put everything in the frontyard, then unpack in what you pretend is your new place? Again, you’ll thank me.
You have so much clutter in your life, and you don’t even know it. 
It’s at least one month away from being complete.
But so far it’s a really good experience. I mean, I know a lot of people talk about how moving sucks, but it’s an ideal opportunity to evaluate yourself. You probably mentally evaluate yourself from time-to-time, but moving is a chance for you to physically evaluate yourself. Where you’ve been, where you’re going. It’s therapeutic. You should really be moving every 3-years, minimum. And if you’re like “But I own a house, Brendan. In a place I like living. Why would I pack up and leave?” I would say: (a) Just do it, asshole. You’ll thank me later; and (b) Why don’t you just pack up like you’re going to leave, put everything in the frontyard, then unpack in what you pretend is your new place? Again, you’ll thank me.
You have so much clutter in your life, and you don’t even know it. 
5/28/11
5/19/11
Natural Germ Killing
Still hammering out the beats of this camera phone.
Please excuse me while I work it out.
5/18/11
Upward Mobility (Beta)
Went to hang out with Brandon Vlknt last night.
Brandon and I met when we were 13-years old.
The two of us went to see Clark, Ben, and Cory.
Cory & Ben have the job that I would have if I had my druthers, which is running a vintage clothing store. They operate exclusively online, which is probably the only manageable way to do it. Lately, I've been flirting with the idea of opening a thrift store that sells clothes that I tailor down to modern fits. The biggest hurdle I can't seem to clear is the price. I can't find a way to cover the expenses of the store, charge a reasonable price for the clothes, and have enough to pay myself anything more than minimum wage. But maybe I'll just do what Cory & Ben do and keep it online.
Brandon and I met when we were 13-years old.
The two of us went to see Clark, Ben, and Cory.
Cory & Ben have the job that I would have if I had my druthers, which is running a vintage clothing store. They operate exclusively online, which is probably the only manageable way to do it. Lately, I've been flirting with the idea of opening a thrift store that sells clothes that I tailor down to modern fits. The biggest hurdle I can't seem to clear is the price. I can't find a way to cover the expenses of the store, charge a reasonable price for the clothes, and have enough to pay myself anything more than minimum wage. But maybe I'll just do what Cory & Ben do and keep it online.
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