My dear friend Brook has lived in Chicago for 5 years and I have never visited. Until now. She lives in an area called Pilsen, which just reminds me of pilsner, the light beer which was so prevalent in Prague that I will forever associate the two.
Anyway, it’s incredibly cold here. I like cold but I am running low on long-sleeved shirts kind of cold. Like 12 degrees wind chill at 1 degree kind of cold. It’s invigorating, excuses excessive wine consumption, and encourages all-day (and indoor) scarf wearing. In short, fabulous.
Adventured in the Art Institute today. Chett wrote a thorough blog post about that. Took a bunch of photos of abstract expressionist paintings for future poem composition. Ate some delicious vegan food and recalibrated with some awesome comics courtesy of Chett’s best friend.
Now making curry and sporting some adorable slippers that used to belong to my dad. Because I’m secretly a 60 year old man.
An amazing collection capturing the bias against people of size in everyday life: Woman Photographs Herself Receiving Strange Looks in Public.
Just texted my old friend in Chicago about surfing her couch. She said yes and sent me to her beautiful website for her house-slash-art space. Tell me this isn’t to die for. Ready for city life.