this weekend was one of those olde tyme weekends, a whirl of unceasing social activity as i passed from one dance partner to another. after work friday, mesler and i embarked on our traditional comic-shopping and taco-eating spree, joined by our old pal virginia. from there, i met up with cortney at small bar, and stevie then joined us at ( Read more... )

well, shelter2 continues to be insufferably boring, but i still had some nice times with the homeless. i shared my trainride to work with an older couple that stays at my shelter. as i stepped on board, the two loudly called my name and insisted i sit with them. at shelter2, the silly polish fellow and i chatted a long time. he was tickled that ( Read more... )

c-rock in town has made the waitresses of bridgeport all very happy, as they're thrilled for me that i now have a pretty girl to dine with. our spanish speaking waitress at san jose asked me to translate to cortney how "enchanted" by cortney's eyes she is. the spacey polish hostess at harvey's hovered over cortney, stroking her, languidly ( Read more... )

i sit here, languishing at the dull shelter. the Big House is the major party. recently we set out a suggestion box there--a few guests and i sat around guffawing as they stuffed the box with preposterous ideas (a harlem shake video shot in the dorm, with myself wearing a papier mache st. francis head, etc). a few gay guests explained that they ( Read more... )

this trip to california was amongst my most ill-conceived: stopping home to pack on lunchbreak wednesday, spending all days friday and sunday in transit to be there friday night and saturday. but it was well worth it ( Read more... )

on sundays presently i'm supervising at the small shelter we took over a few years ago. and boy, dudes, is it flipping boring! seriously, i would be fascinated by how such drastically different cultures can form at two shelters so close together sharing so many clients, except it's so boring. seriously, at the disco, you have two people in a ( Read more... )

we just spent a few lazy hours on the porch talking with neighbors casey and ibrahim. we had all trickled out of our homes to call 911 on the DV neighbors. it was odd, the contrast between the couple's bitter screaming and the summerish day: birds singing, sun shining, happy neighbors reconnecting after long winter hibernations. seriously, those ( Read more... )

as sweeps month, march always has an emphasis on flashbacks and reunions. sunday was lovely, as heather, mere, hannah, chris, and i met up for fancy brunch nextdoor to the apartment where chris and hannah lived, what, 7 or 8 years ago? although there were some new elements (everyone stoked about heather's upcoming wedding), it could have easily ( Read more... )

so yesterday, michele and i zipped out to find our one screwy dude...he had called requesting a scalpel to perform surgery on himself, due to a curse imposed on him by an angry lady nosehair. we decided to buy him socks and food instead. he sprinted across the store, leading michele to comment "i'd say he's running like a madman, but I suppose he ( Read more... )

despite the nights spent sleepless in my overwhelming guilt, things continue to be pretty lovely. i spent this morning lost in the labyrinthine chicago pedway looking for an office with a client. she and i have a nice rapport, as she used to stay in the shelter many years ago. she has a childlike manner, and here and there would hold my hand or ( Read more... )