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Monday, June 2, 2008


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Riding the bus home from work the other night. I plopped my butt down in this seat and was immediately taken with the hundred little air bubbles trapped underneath the carelessly applied window tinting beside me. It is a 20 minute ride home, so I let my mind wander. I liked how I could imagine being on an underwater bus, even though the glug-glug aquarium sounds were only in my head. Or how the neighborhoods that we were crawling and lurching through might have been filled with invisible children blowing bubbles: tiny bubbles, large bubbles, siamese twin bubbles fusing and separating. I tried to capture some interesting photos of the bubbles with my phone, but succeeded mostly in just totally confusing the focus and making some fun blurs over the iconery of a couple of deplorable chain stores.





A view of downtown from where the sidewalk of my neighborhood street ends. The weather this time of year reminds me that summer is the only reason that anyone lives in Chicago. Why don't you come for a visit?


Currently Watching
Into the Wild which gets ***** A+ "Two Thumbs Up" from me


Liza June 3, 2008 at 1:03 PM  

Can I move there instead of just visiting? I'm kind of in the mood for that right now.

Also, now you need to read Into The Wild.

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Words That I'm Living By - 5/2/2010

Time, as I've known it
Doesn't take much time to pass by me
Minutes into days, turn into months
Turn into years, they hurry by me
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

Dreams full of promises
Hopes for the future, I've had many
Dreams I can't remember now
Hopes that I've forgotten,
faded memories
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

And I love to see the morning
as it steals across the sky
I love to remember and
I love to wonder why
And I hope that I'm around
so I can be there when I die
When I'm gone

I hope that you will think of me
In moments when you're happy and you're smiling
That the thought will comfort you
On cold and cloudy days
if you are crying
And that you'll love to see
the sun go down
And the world go around
And around and around

"Around and Around" by Mark Kozelek

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