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– Oh, cheer up. If you look up, there are buds hanging on the trees and in less than a month they’ll be heavy.
– Yesterday, after the trials and tribulations of shopping and getting my hair cut (Arg!

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– It’s been awhile since I’ve posted on a Sunday, which says something. This has been nice; a relaxing weekend.
– Happy first day of spring.
– I never really consider winter to be over until the beginning of April, but I have to say this is the most satisfactory Chicago winter I’ve remembered since 1999.

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– Well, here I am, at work and thoroughly on time. And not feeling bad about it at all.
– Not to say that I’m not a little bit hungover. But it’s a mellow, palatable hungoverness.
– Last night, Sam and I hosted an Occlusion Group St.

And here is the account of the (much better) South Side St. Patricks day parade.

Unfortunately, I went to this one alone. Also, I think that the photos are less differentiated… while the South Side trade in of glamour for spark was a worthwhile transaction, it doesn’t show well in 2D.

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– Top o’ th’ mornin’ to ye!
– Ha ha! So much for the death of winter. Every time we think we’ve got her figured out, she goes and fools us again.
– Last night I left work for Kopi cafe where I read for several hours.

2nd little dot from the left.

If I can see it in the murk of Chicago light pollution, there’s no reason you can’t see it.

Look to the unobstructed west a half-hour after dusk.

via my phat photo editing skills.

I promised an accout and pictures of the St. Patricks day parade downtown last Saturday… here it is!

Cody and I met in the biting cold at Buckingham Fountain, and he secured us a place agains the barrier (east side of the street) while I cast about looking for Sam and Sky.

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– Although yesterday was supposedly a brief day at work, there were complications near the end. I skipped lunch and left around four. I stopped on the way home at the Lakebreeze (?) a seedy burger joint (indeed, the very definition of “seedy burger joint”) right under the Thorndale stop at the Red Line.

In the muggy cover of July ’99, friends and I breached the cargo doors of that abandoned hospital and found that a maze of underground tunnels linked all the buildings together. We found murals, stacks of computers and magazines, dirty and clean linen.

Last night I had the priviledge of picking two brilliant brains about Urbàntasm (I actually convinced the suckers into reading a little!) and I spent a lot of time afterward thinking about this project, its characters and processes and what transpires.