| Cheap Apartment, Good Location |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|05:04 pm] |

I know one of you is looking to move to Portland, and another wants to change neighborhoods. I saw this apartment sign biking home from work yesterday. It's a great neighborhood: SE 27th & Madison (1 block north of Hawthorne).
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| Mr. George and Mrs. Minnie Pants |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|04:55 pm] |

The cats now have names. Mr. and Mrs. Pants thank everyone for their suggestions. We will now return to our regularly scheduled programming... |
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| Trouble |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
No one will ever replace Lu in my heart. But it's time to move on. After meeting them on Monday, I adopted two kitties yesterday, and I have to say the Animal Rescue and Care Fund did a bang up job, not only delivering the cats to my door without an adoption fee, but with a starter kit including food, carrier cases, and toys. They were already chipped, neutered, and innoculated.

I promise I won't turn this into my cat journal, but people asked for pictures and an update, and their personalities are starting to gell for me. Mr. Pants (I haven't named them yet) is a big boy, fourteen months old, and he vocalizes in his throat with little grunts rather than meows. He purrs easily, and deeply, and likes to have his belly rubbed, like a Buddha. But weight will always be an issue for him.

Lady Pants is seven months old and hyperactive. She's always underfoot and getting into trouble.

They love each other and are inseparable. When they first arrived he hid under the bed while she explored. She went in after him and coaxed him out. They sleep together. Right now they're chasing each other in big circles around the apartment house.

It's hard to take a picture of a seven month old Siamese kitten. Mr. Pants is more cooperative, but my camera batteries ran out before I could get a picture of him rolling over on his belly.
On trusted advice I'm thinking about a real old-fashioned man's name for Mr. Pants - like Timothy or George. Minnie was suggested for Lady, and that got me thinking about Cab and Minnie, for Cab Calloway and Minnie the Moocher. Or maybe Smokey from the song. But I need to sleep on it.
Folk's here's the story about Minnie the Moocher She was a red hot hoochie-coocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart a big as a whale
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| Dartmoor, Devon |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|12:47 pm] |

I was browsing for images of Dartmoor after reading about the moors in a book. This one seemed in line with today's Edward Gorey theme. |
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| We Drink Tea Motherf... |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|10:30 am] |



circle23 documented a fundraiser party for Jim Strayer's film Widow's Walk Lake. The theme, in keeping with the film's inspiration, was an Edward Gorey Garden Party. The whole set is worth perusing.
It all reminded me a bit of the tea rap.
Or perhaps Cup Of Brown Joy.
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| Abandoned Things |
[Jun. 11th, 2009|01:59 pm] |
 Hashima "Ghost" Island, Japan
I've been reading Alan Weisman's fantasy The World Without Us, in which he explores what the world would look like if we disappeared tomorrow. Millennialism is as old as our capacity to envision the future. A certain self-importance comes with being the last generation, and this is why I think we fantasize about the disasters. Disease and climate change may have replaced gods and demons, but the moral impetus remains unchanged, because The End Of The World is always due to our present degeneration, whether it's worshiping false gods, or dumping plastics in the ocean.
He draws an amusing picture of houses collapsing in the rain, and pavement broken by tendrils of plants. It turns out that not much of us will remain in a thousand years, let alone geologic time. Stainless steel pots, ceramics, subways, and stone buildings will be our most lasting monuments, along with elevated CO2 levels, and microscopic plastics in the ocean.
 Rubjerg Knude Lighthouse, Denmark
Mr. Weisman occasionally annoys me with his platitudes. One particular paragraph so dripped with irrelevant white guilt that I nearly threw the book across the room.
From [Olduvai Gorge], humans radiated across Continents and around the planet. Eventually, coming full circle, we returned, so estranged from our origins that we enslaved blood cousins who stayed behind to maintain our birthright.
Let's forget for a moment that slavery is an ancient tradition shared by nearly every civilization and race of man, and that the Africans themselves practiced slavery, so that selling their neighbors seemed perfectly natural to them. What really wound me up was the last clause. What does it mean to "maintain our birthright?"
I don't think Mr. Weisman has any idea what he's talking about, or even what he intended to say. It's just a throwaway comment that sounds high-minded but is actually patently false. The Maasai are not the same people who lived in the Olduvai Gorge one million years ago. They aren't even as connected to the land as the French are to Paris; they migrated to Kenya in the 1400s! Weisman is perpetuating the myth that tribal culture is static, and that fringe groups like Aborigines or Maasai are somehow closer to primitive humans. These cultures appear primitive because they live in marginal land, or were isolated, not because of some slavish devotion to the past.
 Maunsell Sea Forts, UK
When we're thinking about a subject we tend to find it in more places. So it is no surprise that I stumbled on Artifical Owl while reading a book about ruins. Owl is a marvelous blog devoted to abandoned things: buildings, shipwrecks, factories, and other detritus of human industry.
All the pictures in this post are from Artifical Owl. Be careful, you can lose hours of your life browsing their blog.
 Aral Sea shipwreck, Kazakhstan |
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| Animal Rescue and Care Fund |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|04:53 pm] |

Do any of you have experience with Portland's Animal Rescue and Care Fund? They seem like good people, I spoke to one of their volunteers today, and she was very concerned with the quality of life I could provide their foster cats.
Yes, that means I'm looking... |
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| Sweet Room, Only $350 |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|11:30 am] |
themorgan has a room for rent. It's in the upper floor of an old house in the Lloyd Center / Sullivan's Gulch area. Hardwood floors, east and south facing windows, plus two awesome women and a friendly cat for roommates. Pass it on if you hear of anyone looking for a place to live. I'll give her number to anyone who's interested. |
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| Hancock Tower |
[May. 8th, 2009|01:37 pm] |

This morning Roma & I had breakfast at the Chicago Diner, met Scott at his gallery, and headed to the Hancock tower for a drink on the 95th floor.



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| Old Friends |
[May. 8th, 2009|07:19 am] |
Yesterday I caught up with my ex-wife Heather and some high school era friends, Scott, Scott, and Katie.
Heather's office is in the world's oldest skyscraper. She has her own practice now - and a very Sam Spade door.

After lunch she took me to see The Cloud Gate (aka "the bean"). I can't really describe it so I'll just post pictures.



Near the bean is a video fountain. From time to time the faces spit water.


I spent the rest of the afternoon in the Chicago Intitute of Art, where I took a few dozen pictures. I'll post them when I sort out what they all were.
Later I met Scott & Scott & Katie for dinner and drinks at the Old Oak Tap. Traffic was so bad I could take a picture of the Sears Tower from my dashboard. I don't miss that part of Chicago.




We ended the night at The Violet Hour in my old neighborhood, Wicker Park. I hardly recognize the area. In the last ten years it has shed its artistic vibe, and now seems like what Momus calls an Alcohol-oriented district. But Violet Hour has delicious cocktails. I had a bourbon with apricot brandy, lime juice, and bitters. |
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| A Thousand Kisses Deep |
[May. 7th, 2009|09:45 am] |
A few years ago Leonard Cohen's manager made off with all his money, leaving him with $150,000 for retirement. So the 73 year old singer decided to go on tour again. Last night fuckgsus took me to see him at the Chicago Theater. The theater itself is a Baroque 1920's heap - some Hollywood fantasy of what a theater ought to look like.




Today he looks a bit like William S. Burroughs, a skinny old man in a suit and hat, but his voice is still rich and deep, and when you listen to him you know you are in the hands of a master.
I wasn't able to get anything more than a blurry photo of the stage on my cell phone, but the YouTube video above captures a lovely poem he recited between songs.
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| We Like Zeppelins! |
[May. 4th, 2009|01:30 pm] |
Neat video of the Graf Zeppelin over Archangel, Berlin, & Chicago, among other cities.
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| M'aidez! |
[May. 1st, 2009|11:52 am] |
Big Picture asks an interesting question today.
"Which region is the true Socialist state?
-Europe has cradle to grave health care plans, generous unemployment benefits, and free or subsidized college costs.
-The US gives away public assets (oil, gas, mineral rights) for pennies on the dollar, has huge subsidies and tax breaks, and bails out reckless speculators.
It turns out that both regions are welfare states — only in Europe, the natural population (i.e., people) is the recipient, while in the US, the corporate population is the beneficiary." |
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| Rule by Fiat |
[Apr. 30th, 2009|02:26 pm] |

Now that Fiat is taking over part of Chrysler (along with the UAW and the United States Government), can we get a proper Eurotrash car, like the Fiat 500? Can they make it electric while they're at it? I swore my Mercedes would be the last gas powered car I buy, but I really want a tiny tinny little car. |
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| Typhoid Wilbur |
[Apr. 29th, 2009|01:19 pm] |

Just as the Victorian middle classes could not escape the diseases of the slums, neither will the rich, bunkered down in their country clubs or inside gated communities.
It should come a no surprise to learn that Mexican Swine Flu appears to have began next to an industrial pig farm belonging to the world's largest pork producer, Smithfield industries. It should also be no surprise to learn the pork industry wants to change the name of the virus.
The North American Meat Processors Association, the National Meat Association and the American Meat Institute all issued statements asking the media to pick up on the phrase "North American flu" or other, accurate references to the hybrid A/H1N1 flu strain that is the culprit in the ongoing outbreak.
Whatever we call this disease, it stems, like many others, from human-animal interaction. Smallpox came from cows, flu from birds and pigs, bubonic plague is carried by rats, malaria by mosquitoes, and ebola by monkeys. This is an old problem, but it seems to me that the industrial nature of the meat industry magnifies the situation. Put 15,000 unhealthy pigs in a confined space, place several thousand poor people nearby, and you are asking for a biological disaster.
This reminds me of a BLDBLOG interview with Monster At Our Door author Mike Davis. Note that the interview was in 2006.
Davis: ...breakneck urbanization in western Africa is occurring at the same time that European factory ships are coming in and scooping up all the fish protein. This has turned urban populations massively to bush meat – which was already a booming business because of construction crews logging out the last tropical forests in west Africa – and, presto: you get HIV, you get ebola, you get unknown plagues. I thought the article was an absolutely masterful description of inadvertent causal linkages, and the complex ecology – the environmental impact – that urbanization has. Likewise, with urbanization in China and southeast Asia, the industrialization of poultry seems to be one of the chief factors behind the threat of avian flu.
As any epidemiologist will tell you, these are just the first, new plagues of globalization – and there will be more. The idea that you can defend against diseases by the equivalent of a gated community is ludicrous, but it’s exactly the direction in which public health policy is being directed. As we’ve seen, unless you’re prepared to shoot down all the migratory birds in the world –
BLDGBLOG: Which I’m sure someone has suggested.
Davis: I mean, I did a lot of calculator work on the UN data, from The Challenge of Slums, calculating urban densities and so on, and this is the Victorian world writ large. Just as the Victorian middle classes could not escape the diseases of the slums, neither will the rich, bunkered down in their country clubs or inside gated communities. The whole obsession now is that avian flu will be brought into the country by –
BLDGBLOG: A Mexican!
Davis: Exactly: it’ll be smuggled over the border – which is absurd. This ongoing obsession with illegal immigration has become a one-stop phantasmagoria for… everything. Of course, it goes back to primal, ancient fears: the Irish brought typhoid, the Chinese brought plague. It’s old hat.
What's interesting about disease is that it respects no borders. It's one aspect of our lives rich people like us (and I do mean all you computer owning, English speaking people reading this post) can't isolate ourselves from. We can push unlovely factories to the hinterlands and staff them with cheap labor, we can prevent the "great unwashed" from crashing the party, but we can't stop the environmental and biological fallout from seeping into our world. |
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| I'm Not Dead... |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|12:43 pm] |
...I'm just drawn that way.
I've been mulling an epic post about Nicholson Baker's Human Smoke, morality, and the West's culpability in the horrors of WWII, but I haven't found the time to write. What this says about me is... I need more life, fucker!

Can someone lend me a year or two of theirs? |
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