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while in chicago i never experienced any epiphany-like moments. when in a new place, or with lots of new people, i usually stop unintentionally, suddenly realizing what a strange and different situation situation i'm in. i kept expecting to encounter this. it never came.
though at times i felt slightly angsty being around so many new people, i was for the most part unexpectedly comfortable around everyone i met. james' friends, erinrose's friends, sarah's friends, thom's friends, they were all really great people and they truly made the trip. i felt even more comfortable just being in the city of chicago, despite this being my first time there. the long, flat blocks that jumped out between brick walls when riding the cta, the plethora of never-ending neighborhoods, the marina towers, the wide streets, they all felt like home. i really can't see not living there next summer.
pitchfork... it was good. i realize that i only saw four acts in full - man man, spank rock, jens lekman, and aesop rock / mr. lif. but i think i chose wisely. the heat was simply overpowering. most of the time was spent drinking water, reading papers, smoking cigarettes (a habit that seemes to emerge everywhere except in baltimore), and conversing under the trees. in an ideal world i woud have seen the complete performances of the silver jews, nels cline / jeff parker, mission of burma, yo la tengo, and os mutantes as well, but it wasn't an ideal situation, and so we all did the best we could.
the music was really second to just experiencing the city and being with people, though, and that was accomplished with great success.
so many amazing restaurants and shops... semiramis, myopic books, reckless records, sultan's market (still can't believe that guy had on the same shirt i did), the mexican place from yesterday's lunch... and all relatively cheap. fantastic.
while i was waiting at the gate at the airport, when james and thom went to get ben & jerry's, i put my ipod on random and the second song that came on was "holland, 1945." it could have been the xanax (fear of flying) but when the song played i had to do all i could to keep from crying because everything (all the places i've ever been, all the people i've ever talked with, all the memories i have) seemed so beautiful and perfect. how cliché, i know, and i feel silly saying it, but it was a unique moment of vast appreciation.
i can't wait until next summer and making lots of food with friends. dinner for the kings on monday was a lot of fun. and i'd like to say fuck recipes. well, not really, they're a great place to start, but there's so much fun to be had in deviating severely from recipes and going simply on what you taste and what you think should happen.
i'd really love to make it up to pennsylvania soon.
after this summer i don't think i want to work in a record store ever again.
last night i had a very vivid dream that my father died and tonight at dinner my mom discussed her newly-revised will.
in one week i will be in halifax, nova scotia. any seasoned travelers have any suggestions about the place? i'm not really sure what to expect.
alright.
though at times i felt slightly angsty being around so many new people, i was for the most part unexpectedly comfortable around everyone i met. james' friends, erinrose's friends, sarah's friends, thom's friends, they were all really great people and they truly made the trip. i felt even more comfortable just being in the city of chicago, despite this being my first time there. the long, flat blocks that jumped out between brick walls when riding the cta, the plethora of never-ending neighborhoods, the marina towers, the wide streets, they all felt like home. i really can't see not living there next summer.
pitchfork... it was good. i realize that i only saw four acts in full - man man, spank rock, jens lekman, and aesop rock / mr. lif. but i think i chose wisely. the heat was simply overpowering. most of the time was spent drinking water, reading papers, smoking cigarettes (a habit that seemes to emerge everywhere except in baltimore), and conversing under the trees. in an ideal world i woud have seen the complete performances of the silver jews, nels cline / jeff parker, mission of burma, yo la tengo, and os mutantes as well, but it wasn't an ideal situation, and so we all did the best we could.
the music was really second to just experiencing the city and being with people, though, and that was accomplished with great success.
so many amazing restaurants and shops... semiramis, myopic books, reckless records, sultan's market (still can't believe that guy had on the same shirt i did), the mexican place from yesterday's lunch... and all relatively cheap. fantastic.
while i was waiting at the gate at the airport, when james and thom went to get ben & jerry's, i put my ipod on random and the second song that came on was "holland, 1945." it could have been the xanax (fear of flying) but when the song played i had to do all i could to keep from crying because everything (all the places i've ever been, all the people i've ever talked with, all the memories i have) seemed so beautiful and perfect. how cliché, i know, and i feel silly saying it, but it was a unique moment of vast appreciation.
i can't wait until next summer and making lots of food with friends. dinner for the kings on monday was a lot of fun. and i'd like to say fuck recipes. well, not really, they're a great place to start, but there's so much fun to be had in deviating severely from recipes and going simply on what you taste and what you think should happen.
i'd really love to make it up to pennsylvania soon.
after this summer i don't think i want to work in a record store ever again.
last night i had a very vivid dream that my father died and tonight at dinner my mom discussed her newly-revised will.
in one week i will be in halifax, nova scotia. any seasoned travelers have any suggestions about the place? i'm not really sure what to expect.
alright.