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On Sunday, Jess and I went for a Subway picnic on Promontory Point, followed by church and role-playing. Revelatory dreams and all…

This past week, I’ve finally finished the *big* three chapters or Urbàntasm I’ve been working on forever, and planning for scav hunt continues.

Last weekend was rather odd…

On Friday I was very tired from working on Urbàntasm the night before, but hopped the bus to the United Center, to see my first NHL game featuring the Chicago Blackhawks and the Columbus Blue Jackets.

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything substantial.

On Fat Tuesday, I worked on Urbàntasm in the evening, then went drinking at Jimmy’s. Phase Nine of Debauchery (where one through eight went is anyone’s guess).

Quite a crowd showed up:

Jess was there, of course, and Matt (who’s running for the Maine State Legislature on the Green ticket), and Laura (who roleplays with us).

Here… yes? Yes. Yes, here.

I have some friends who are moving to Chicago this summer, and after several unsatisfying attempts at describing the city to them, I decided to call upon an unnused resource: my friends who’ve already lived in Chicago.

I’ve collected their “testimonials,” into a website, and threw in some pictures and quotes.

Again at work…

Last weekend was interesting and eventful, so I should write about it while I’m thinking about it.

On Friday, when I took the bus to the Snail on 55th to meet some of my fellow scav hunt judges to have a scav hunt meeting, I didn’t get much to eat because I’d flet nausious all day, having the prior night contemplated the possibility of dying due to food poisoning.

Ralph Nader is running for president again.

I’m just sayin’, is all…

Sometimes, working in downtown Chicago with over a million other people, all of us tight like sardines in a couple square miles, I get to see some drama.

Yesterday, as I walked to the L from work, I saw no less than three helicopters hovering above the buildings over the Magnificient Mile.

So last night I decided to sleep with all the windows open and pretend I was camping.

It was great, but of course, I had a very cold nose (despite hiding under the sheets, three blankets, and a sleeping bag), slept somewhat restlessly, and had a weird dream that I remember in great detail, but which still doesn’t take long to explain.

Not really.

However.

I just had the most hard-core dream, probably of my life, in which I robbed a bank.

I want to write as much as I can right now, before I forget anything. A lot of the cause-and-effect, which was relly intricate, is already lost.