Chicago: robe or housecoat?

http://www.cv.nrao.edu/~jmangum/astrolinks.shtml

Wow. There was a double header of marching today. The immigrants at Grant Park and then I walked by the Daley Ctr. where Jan Schokowsky was speaking about how proud she is to be a Jew. She's just a Jew, a lonely Jew, in Chicago.

Anyway, it was an Israeli thing. Something about genocide Jaruf. Jarfur? JarJar?

The dishwasher works great. It's small though.

If you can spare the floorspace, the same money buys you a portable apartment sized rolly dishwasher. I would recommend that. And those are easy to find on Craiglist for pretty cheap.

GET A DISHWASHER! (when you're done being broke as a joke)

He says no arrests were reported as of about 3:45 p.m. One person needed emergency medical service and transport by the Chicago Fire Department after fainting. A few kids ended up at the lost child tent.

"This boycott of work renders Catch 35 without the staff levels necessary to serve you," the message read.

Go Catch 35. I will eat there as soon as I can afford it again.

As for SOLID PLANS for T10, let me hold off on total solidity until Thursday evening when I see how much work I've gotten done. However, know in the depths of your coal-black, spider-filled heart that I will be doing everything I can to complete enough work to GORGE MYSELF ON COCKTAIL SHRIMP. And Peroni.

PS Jesse called me pretty much just to orally recount the tale of Kenan falling off his bar stool and it made me want to hang out with Kenan in the hopes of seeing him fall off a bar stool.

PS Jesse called me pretty much just to orally recount the tale of Kenan falling off his bar stool and it made me want to hang out with Kenan in the hopes of seeing him fall off a bar stool.

I am constant entertainment.

I agree with the sinister undercurrent at the apple store. Do they still sell SOCKS designed to match your iPod?

While I'm a fan of Apple computer hardware, I have a Zen Micro mp3 player that I love as if I gave birth to it myself.

otmfm

Also madly otm. Because it's not like you can hear what they're listening to in any way where you can identify or enjoy it, it's just tinny beats echoing all over the train from ten different people. Bullshit.

Do they still sell SOCKS designed to match your iPod?

Sadly, they do.

Same here. I consider these to be in the same boat as trucker hats were a couple of years ago.

http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000EOTUY4.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_V57034656_.jpg

That is a cool album cover.

How did getting home go, Dan? (read: tell me how right I was, haha!)

So it turned out all the Mexicans (and friends) were at my campus, where the rally was and where the march began, and I spent my lunch hour watching them. A few thousand people! So nice to see so many non-white people all in one place in Portland!

Also,

unless i read the flyer wrong, they were at the bottle on the 29th.

Google google google. That was Low Skies.

Not really. But it is a bunch of poems, and if poems about

1) shoplifting,
2) Oklahomans who confuse the vagina with the belly button,
3) spiritual journeys led by popular MCs,
4) fathers dissecting cadavers in medical school,
5) the greater benefits of death by stabbing over those of shooting, or
6) the obstacle diabetes presents to painful relationship conversations

pique your interest, then I can send it along. I even have a YSI I posted for some friends. Basically, I show you mine if you show me the poems you told me you'd send me. But you must comment.

Oh yeah, and all those really are things I have poems about, as opposed to the first one.

Also, I'm not black, just in case that part of the joke wasn't clear.

I am burning up.

I gave Gnarls Barkley to my little brother and he fuckin' loves it! This never happens. The last time we agreed on music so much was when he got me to really, really dig Prince, and even then it was still sort of on an individual basis. This is tight!

Thanks for the congrats everyone!!!!!!!!!

I used to wonder why he looked familiar. Then I realized it was a mirror.
The only thing that can bring me back alive, woman, is some good good head.

Ha ha ha!

Good morning, my little sparrows.

Italian food? What time, I'm there.

i'm only b. i have a squishy spot on my head where i think i can touch my brain. it hurts.

Earlier, on the Clark St. bus, I sat next to a man who was reading from a musical score (in a book form, like whem you buy the BIG BOOK OF SUPER 70S HITS FOR THE SAXAPHONE) and was HUMMING and TAPPING HIS FOOT to the music only he could hear.

Today is a day that I dislike music.