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COMMENTS:
– I feel like absolute crap this morning. I can’t remember the last time I so didn’t want to be at work. Actually, I do. I think it was about a month-and-a-half ago.
– Report on the last several days.

COMMENTS:
– Sorry to be posting so late. The ‘puter at work was broke.
– I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For, by Muzak. It’s
just wrong.

CHICAGO NEIGHBORHOOD OF THE DAY
Northern Ireland.

WORD OF THE DAY
Tumid.

Chapter 8. The Culture of Life.

We’ve been asked to aspire to a culture of life. It’s an aspiration we grant continually and perpetually, but it is contested against inertia. Intertia obtains victory against galaxies, so why shouldn’t it obtain victory over us?

COMMENTS:
– Yesterday was pleasantly intense. I left work around 2:30, and spent a good part of the afternoon finishing photographing Edgewater Beach. I’ll be utilizing these photos in the development of a play: Guns and Love. Back home, I took a nap, than worked on writing and wedding planning.

On Friday.

I left work at 2:30, rode back north, and packed and worked around the apartment for about an hour before Jess picked me up. We spent the next two hours getting out of Chicago. The back door, alas, failed.

The following Letter to the Editor of the Journal sufficiently explains the situation, and summarizes my views on the issue as well:

Batman would be proud
Tuesday, May 31, 2005

This is exactly what the Flint city police need to concentrate their crime fighting efforts on – basketball hoops [“Hoops no match for cops’ night raids,” May 14, Page A1].

COMMENTS:
– I will defer an account of this weekend to another entry; I don’t want to spend all morning composing this.
– Weather. This week. Mild.

COUNTRY OF THE DAY
Estonia.

WORD OF THE DAY
Admonition.

NEWS OF THE DAY
Scotsman.com

Tasteless, I know. And certainly precedented. But the observation isn’t so utterly stripped of truth so as to be pointless, or so recited as to be tired. And for that matter, if I ceded the option of satire, now I wouldn’t be much fun at all, would I?

It sticks, like the beginning of John:

In our lives there is routine, and our lives are routines, and we live life through routine.

With so many daily routines, it’s been easy for me to lose sight of what a beautiful and spectacular year this has become.

Whenever possible, all images posted here are original.

The pictures posted for Lunas are part of my documentation expeditions around Edgewater Beach. The background is an image of the Foster Street beach. When I arrived, the southern bank of the beach was quite busy, but to the north, it was almost empty except for the three people shown walking along the shore, one of whom was wearing a very long sari that was dragging in the sand.