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Friday, December 19, 2003

The superlatives of Beauty and Luck were at Murphy's Pub last night.

Her with Her red hair and dyn-o-mite body and geeky laugh and Him cradling Her shoulder and proudly towering nearby.

Public displays of affection? Territorial pissings?

I looked away and down into my beer.

Sunday, December 7, 2003

I think my granny likes to kick back a few beers on the weekend.

My grandfather's faraway voice coupled her's on the phone as they sang a smile-inducing version of the Birthday Song to me.

On the phone she told me stories about their tender moments of romantic abandonment and I wasn't afraid to listen. Letting go of cynical reflexes I silenty gave props to love.

What's cooler than being cool?
Married for 50 years.

Thursday, December 4, 2003

"How are you?"
I'm thinking about purchasing a one-way ticket to Iceland.

"How are you?"
I'm trying really hard to not be sad when you leave.

"How are you?"
I am peaceably outliving these strange and disturbing digestive proceses in my belly.

"How are you?"
I'm worried that worrying about my receding hair-line will only make things worse.

"How are you?"
Not too excited about checking my checking account balance.

"How are you?"
I'm sleepy.

Monday, December 1, 2003

the second city

Chicago has really tall buildings.

And giant pretzel pits and Willy Wonka and car accidents. There is a statue of a golden bull somewhere in Chicago.

There are little black kids that play upside-down bucket drums and sometimes there's a crowd gathered around and sometimes people just pass them by. Novelty tends to be short-lived.


Maybe your ex-girlfriend is looking at pretty fish somewhere in Chicago.

Chicago is far away from here and it's expensive. Though you can skate for free on Michigan street and look up and feel cradled by really tall buildings; Prudential, Sears, Hancock. Someone will probably stop you and ask you for money in Chicago.

You can eat greasy food, yuppie food, russian food, and outdoor food in the middle of December, in Chicago. Small brown-skinned people will clean up after you when you leave your favorite downtown restaurant.

Then you can look up at the really tall buidlings while spinning around in circles and feel like the most powerful man.