Who's to blame today?

2004-07-03 | 10:23 p.m.

Excellent. I was able to go through the morass of bandwidth problems and actually post an entry on this fine evening.

It is July 3rd. A great deal of very stupid adolescents and children are setting off fireworks. As they did this yesterday, I felt like my home was being besieged by street urchins with low-level explosives. I toyed with the idea of Molotov Cocktail counter-attacks but realized I'm ignorant and don't know the first thing about improvised explosives. Oh well, guys, no jail sentence for Karl.

A few highlights of the week:

- Trip downtown on Thursday to discuss translation work. Five days a week for eight hours a day for 10 dollars an hour. VEEERY nice.
- While I was doing hard manual labor on Wednesday my mom found an old woolen overcoat. It's very stylish (or would be 60 years ago, which I find delightful) and in mint condition. I called dibs as soon as I saw the thing, for it would go well with a bowler hat in the wintertime.
- Croissant.
- Fahrenheit 9/11.
- Evanston on Tuesday.
Spiderman 2 today, exhibiting the horrible problems inherent in plans gone awry.

So They Might Be Giants at Grant Park at 3 and (hopefully) fireworks tomorrow by Le Taste d'Chicago. Hopefully I'll see some of y'all there. If not, then you all sorely disappoint me. To the point that I'll be angry. There. (If any of you that read this actually want to go, we meet on the steps of the Art Institute at 1).

Other than that, the only thing I could really discuss is this cesspool of filth I call "my emotions." And everyone knows that that's a load of crap anyway, so I refrain from it.

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