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Today I finished my application to Louisiana State University.

Four down, five to go.

COUNTRY OF THE DAY

Brunei

WORD OF THE DAY

Evince

NEWS OF THE DAY

The Onion: Supreme Court to Break Up If Renquist Leaves

PICTURE OF THE DAY



Full moon on a foggy night, 1/24/05.

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But this weekend brought about the third kind of midwestern winter; the horizontal furious blizzard of a winter. One than managed to transform rows of parked cars into tiny foothills and distribute a food of snow evenly across the shadowed alcove of the METRA tracks, several hundred feet deep.

It’s 6 PM.

It’s Friday.

I’m at work.

I’ll be here at least another hour.

I missed lunch.

I’m all alone.

And I’m listening to an elevator version of Let’s Go Back To Rockville.

… sob?

~ C

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First, advice for myself and all of you: Put off procrastination until tomorrow.

Second, the new background was taken from my bedroom window last Tuesday. It’s not a very good picture, admittedly, but I like the way it captures the smoke streaming out of the high-rises… those plumes are a sure sign of winter.

After Christmas…

From my Journal, written yesterday:

“I have sweat.

Because I am taking a warm bath.

A bubble bath wit WASH AWAY YOUR SINS. A bowl of corn mush with cheese, black pepper, and cumin. A black U of C mug with Sam’s Good Coffee.

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Yesterday’s overall wetness has congealed into a thick, wet snow today. Everything to the east (Michigan and Ohio) seem to be at least a dozen degrees chillier than the Tropic of Chicago.

It looks like the weekend’s going to bring more snow and a drop in temperature on Sunday.

CHAPTER SIX: The Postal Service and the Tsunami

Bad News: The death toll has surpassed 226,000

Good News: All throughout the last several weeks, and especially immediately after returning to Chicago, I had the song “Clark Gable” by the Postal Service stuck in my head.

Two new links this week.

One is to a recent commenter, Damien Scott at http://damiensspot.blogspot.com/. Damien found me through Tom’s blog and has left several of the most thoughtful and useful comments I’ve received to date. He also looks suspiciously like a friend of mine.

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I’m going to round out these daily posts from now on with comments that belong, but not really anywhere else.

I have two comments today.

First, I appear to be psychic. Today I was walking briskly up Kenmore to Thorndale and turned to the left, and then, still a block away from the El stop, I broke into a run, entered the station, swept my card, burst up the stairs and boarded my train just as it was about to pull away.

While the Catholic Church hasn’t taken the trouble to establish a season specifically for the celebration of our native sinfulness, it’s the sort of subject the laity’s been able to undress, I mean, address of its own initiative.

“Winter Ordinary Time,” that brief period of the year set between the splendor and light of Christmas and the mournful cast of Lent is ideal for such a dirge… the darkness and chill of the world around us is a compelling argument for diffidence, decadence, and excess.