In response to the fact that I haven't written anything on here since April, I thought I'd share a couple arbitrary things that have happened in my life. These things may seem less important than the degree I earned, the girl I've been dating, the unpaid internship with bookslut.com that I just started, or the time I spent in North Carolina, Ohio, and Kansas, but that's just the way it goes.
Michican Avenue has never been a scary place, but I did fear for my bike after seeing the remains of this bike-locking station. There's a little metal plaque on it that informs the user that it was provided by Bank1, which no longer exists as a distinct establishment, much like this bike-locking location.
Shortly before graduation, I also engaged in the fine art of oversized origami. The reason why you aren't looking at a fully constructed paper crane is because 5 foot tall paper cranes do not support themselves particularly well. The crane is currently under the care of its co-creator (featured in the above image).
I also took part in a competitive game of Scrabble that started out a little rough for me. You may notice that the blank tile allows me to spell "coax" for 10 points. Alas, the first turn was not mine and I don't recall what I put down. I could also have spelled Xiao, which is Chinese, but I think it's a person's name and proper names aren't allowed, not to mention other languages.
In other Scrabble-related news, the word Lei was the only word that me and my close group of friends could spell at a much larger Scrabble party. Also, the "E" in the picture is from Hawaii. So, the whole thing was like a funny joke, except not that funny.
Siblings, I enjoy your blogs, but I feel that mine lacks focus. I need a theme... suggestions?
Apparently, there was a fire in the top floor and the door is boarded up. Since I took this picture, the wonderful sign, reading "Bombshell Salon," was taken down, leaving a sad looking house with a burnt upper room and the metal frame for a missing awning, but I will never forget the temporary life of this dark humor on Halsted St.
Michican Avenue has never been a scary place, but I did fear for my bike after seeing the remains of this bike-locking station. There's a little metal plaque on it that informs the user that it was provided by Bank1, which no longer exists as a distinct establishment, much like this bike-locking location.
Shortly before graduation, I also engaged in the fine art of oversized origami. The reason why you aren't looking at a fully constructed paper crane is because 5 foot tall paper cranes do not support themselves particularly well. The crane is currently under the care of its co-creator (featured in the above image).
I also took part in a competitive game of Scrabble that started out a little rough for me. You may notice that the blank tile allows me to spell "coax" for 10 points. Alas, the first turn was not mine and I don't recall what I put down. I could also have spelled Xiao, which is Chinese, but I think it's a person's name and proper names aren't allowed, not to mention other languages.
