Two words that instantly make my brain check out of any conversation on progress: march madness.
Ahh. Back when the Hotel 71 was called Executive House. Also in the distance, I can see the building I currently work in being constructed. Neet.
(via chicagopast)
Behold. Doctor Who Pinball.
Just sent a postcard
A hard pillow to swallow…
In the summer months when their predators emerge from hibernation, throw pillows instinctively shed their colorful skins and seek camouflage in tall beige grasses.
Such is the circle of life.
Observations from the CTA 147 #5
I love riding the 147 sometimes. Just watched an woman (somewhere north of 45) putting her face on; drawing eyebrows, rocking the eyeliner pencil and putting on bright red lipstick in the back (the bumpiest part of the bus) while wearing one of those sock monkey knit caps. Bonus: her shade of lipstick was a perfect match for the sock monkey… All remarkably unaffected by the bumps on Lake Shore Drive! Happy Monday Chicago! May your week be this captivating!
This is so square, it can’t help but be a rhombus.
Somehow I made it out of the house today dressed like a cast member of Barney Miller.
deep thoughts
i just realized i can appreciate pearl jam a little more if i visualize Cher singing instead of Eddie Vedder.
