saturday: punctured, sail fail, but undefeated/happy.

after a 15-mile riverside ride, my bike, despite its long-punctured tire, made it to evanston.

"i'm here!"

the catalyst for the ride was to go sailing. though the lack of wind squashed those plans.

people tanning, not sailing

a circuitous route back to logan followed. we tried to find the lakeshore bike trail; going east, going west, east, back west, then east again for nearly half an hour. grilled and bourbon-marinated chuck roast awaited (though chuck is not the best cut to grill).

"pair me with butter & garlic potatoes, a spring salad with grilled mushrooms and bleu cheese, and beer." "ok"

night walk

abandoned plot turned urban garden

domesticity

pantry neighbors.
more to come.

wed.n.love

impassioned

engaged

brought juggalos to chicago

bad conversationalist

to day/night

• where is the woman in honor?
• he's wearing the red dress
• there's uh, um, a meteor shower...tonight... i, um, saw it on the news.

with age comes the inability to talk properly.

juice and crackers

learned yesterday after giving blood:
at least six pints are needed for a transfusion
90/50 blood pressure (mine, salt aversion) is the lowest threshold you can have to donate

mr. brainwash

come to chicago.