Friday, June 19, 2009

A Place For Pix

A quick note:
Have just started my photo blog, "Meanderpix". The link is right over there, in the other column under "other blogs"...

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Braincation

Well, I guess I should put something on here for the first anniversary:
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A pair of my glasses!


OK -- back to my vacation from blogging!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Apostles of Dreck,

There seems to be a popular belief that if something would offend the family on Father Knows Best, then it's got to be entertaining.
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WELL -- this post completes one year of THE MEANDER BOX. I'd set out to have a post every day for the first year, but seem to have ended up with 367 instead of 365. I'm gonna take a break!
I figure I'll start up regular posting on 7/8/09 (though tomorrow, 6/7, will be the first anniversary, perhaps I'll post something) -- Perhaps a few posts a week, but not seven days a week. I probably will do cartoons for the Meander Box, and start a different blog just for photos -- we'll see!
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Looking up Down Town, Friday 6/5/09






Friday, June 5, 2009

Where's Alfred?

I guess some people would take it as a compliment...
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Pics from Thursday 6/4/09. Some fellow was feeding the gulls by the river










Thursday, June 4, 2009

Messed Connection, Dusty Panes

For amusement, I'm sure many of us look at those "missed connections" personal ads in the weekly paper. I thought an interesting project would be to write a few insane ones (well, they aren't really that different from the ones in the paper -- one of these even has a real incident (slightly altered, perhaps...))

BoT CUTIE
You stepped on the elevator holding a ping-pong paddle. I said " The brains may be Jersey City, but the clothes are Traina-Norell." You looked puzzled and afraid.
Coffee?


22 CLARK BUS
I know this is a longshot. It was Friday 5/22, about 5:30pm. Bus heading north from the Loop. I was sitting across from you. Our eyes met for a second. Was that a moment? Would have asked for your number, but you jumped off the bus while I was distracted by the screaming.
ME: Tall, good looking guy with the devilish grin and piercing gaze.
YOU: Pretty, petite blond. School ring on little finger of left hand. Blue blouse, top two buttons undone. Short blue skirt, some seam threads broken. Small run in left stocking just below the knee. Black high heals, looked new. Ears pierced, but no rings. Peach fuzz on neck (noticed when the sun hit just right ). Copy of Payton Place, Mentos, sunglasses, bottle of something (Perrier? I couldn’t see clearly with the quick glimpse I got) in your purse.
Coffee?


CORNER OF IRVING PARK & CALIFORNIA
YOU: Gorgeous brunette on the second floor with blinds up.
I was the bald guy with binoculars and the maori tatt on his face, trying (oops!) to hide in the bushes across the street. You can do better than that guy you’re going with.
Coffee?
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Pics from Wednesday

Something in my living room
Where's that window washer? Well, thought the grime on the windows gave them an interesting look once the sunlight hit them from the side.



Wednesday, June 3, 2009

From the Pits

There really should have been a 1950s 'B' picture with that title.
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Pics from Tuesday 6/2/09
These subjects are some of my favorites to take pics of from the Metra train:




Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Live Long and Suffer

Bill hated his job, but he kept it because he worried about being without insurance. The pressure of the job actually made him sick, so he ended up having to go to the hospital regularly for treatments -- which of course meant he absolutely couldn't be without insurance. Eventually, his life became going to work to pay for his medical bills and insurance and going to the hospital. The hospital treatments kept him alive so he could continue the cycle...
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At the corner of Franklin & Adams, a resurfacing project has exposed some of the old street. Interesting to see the streetcar tracks.


Monday, June 1, 2009

Traitor Geek


No, Seymour, there is no "Revenge of the Nerds" in the sense that one becomes successful through the very things one was ostrasized for growing up, and can laugh at those that once made fun of you -- just absorption into the society that once scorned you as an "outsider", and it is those who laughed at you that have decided that you are now "cool".

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More pics from my old neighborhood