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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.

So the weekend is here at last.

Thank god.

I got almost everything on my list done so far this week.

In a few minutes, I am going to go watch Waynes World with Jessica.

Otherwise, not a whole lot of excitement to report this time.

We’re at the forefront of genuine socialist reform again, possibly in the most significant way since 1937…

…maybe…

Don’t hold your breath on this one, but it’s real enough to be worth listening. Don Williamson, Flint’s controversial mayor, who I outright despised for a long, long time, and whom I am now regarding with a sort of guarded curiosity is evidently funding a nonprofit organization to make truck accessories, the proceeds of which will go to Flint.