| Cultural Froids
makes me ill...
as Frank Sinatra
The actor will next portray the singer in the movie
"The Night We Called It a Day."
McDonald's Corp. is recalling about 100,000 Chicago
Bears bobble head dolls because the paint on some of
the figurines contains excessive levels of lead
is it just an American phenom? Inquiring minds must
Why I am a Cubs Fan
The recent White Sox game where a shirtless Father(34yo)
& Son(15yo) jumped on the field and pounded the Royals
1st Base Coach! FatherMook: "He was flipping me the
bird the whole game!" READ
September 16, 2002
Monday Morning Mirth
Not just another Sunday in Chicago, it
was Mexican Independence Day!
And I was at the Parade down on 26th St in Little
Village... I say AT because I wasn't really able
to watch like normal folk but was high up on a
platform with 3-host talent, mega-lights, audio
mixers, monitors, stage manager, lighting director,
furniture, etc, and me with a big ole camera...
We were all squashed together in about 10x10 feet
in high wind and mixed sun but it was fabulous.
The music, the dancers, the cabelleros! One lady
rider in a full-fashioned long outfit had the
babiest of babies riding in front of her dressed
exactly like her. Then there were the hokey Medival
Times Swordsmen who staged a bloodless fight right
in front of us. Actual sparks flew off of their
swords when they struck and rang out!
I really couldn't see too much (but heard everything
at very high dB levels!) because my back was to
the parade but could read the rundown over the
shoulder of the stage manager. It was a list of
all the floats and performers so we could stay
What caught me eye was Number 38! The Fanta Float!!!
OMG - was this my chance to see the Purple Fanta
Girl close-up and see if we were really truly
seperated at birth!
At the risk of blowing my shot, when I heard the
director go "OMG, look at thees baybees! and was
just about blown off the platform by the volume
of the "Don't Ya Wanta" music, I risked everything
by twisting around to get a good look.
Imagine my delight to see not the Online TV Fantas,
but CHICAGO FANTA!
You bet, four lovable local girls up there shaking
bootay for the crowd dressed in short-short skirts
I just want to know how I missed the Try-Outs...
Aquarius: Now is
the time to fulfill your ambitions, but make sure
it is something that is possible. You have big
ideas and big dreams, but your natural verve and
grace usually help you get whatever you try for.
However, this may be a time when you are feeling
a bit restrained and not gutsy enough to reach
for the stars with your usual fearlessness. Fear
not, Aquarius, the iron is hot and now is the
time to strike.
September 17, 2002
It's the thought that counts, but
I'm telling ya if you could read my mind now
what a tale my thoughts would tell...
I HATE THIS SWEATER!
That's mighty powerful language for some string
and sticks but I've had enough! No matter
what I combine this with, it looks like dookey.
This is exiled until further notice into the
deepest reaches of my closet where it will
not bother my line of vision in any way shape
One reason for my lack of tactile
and optical sensitivity is that I am working
from 4am to Noon every day being trained on
a big mobile studio truck. Who can work these
hours? No wonder cab drivers are crabby!
September 18, 2002
To Be or not To Be
Now that I'm not in denial and have
86d the Dokey Shell to the deep pits of marination,
I can continue with blissful completion...
I LOVE THIS SWEATER!
It is just the Boatneck Shell. With Flared Sleeves.
That are Split for 2.5" at the bottom and kind
of long! I used DK weight cotton, so the gauge
is 20 sts / 28 rows per 4" on #6-7 US needles.
This has become my favorite gauge for this year.
By Version 2, I should have it down - it's still
a little prickly. The cables need to be tweaked
and so does the shaping. But I like the deep
scoop with the simple rolled edging.
Any comments or suggestions
September 19, 2002
To Be or not To Be,
Usually my vanity prohibits me from modeling
but I had such a good day today I couldn't stop
Here is the sweater from yesterday with me in
it! I included lines indicating what I'm going
- About 2" longer. I actually washed it and
dryed it in the dryer (this is a "working"
sweater, no high maintenance allowed) and
almost got the length shrink factor right.
I think it is 1.2 x the normal gauge you get
for this yarn.
- Make the cable on pattern repeat shorter
so it hits below the B**bs.
- Make waist narrower by shaping just a little
- Make the sleeves less wide throughout, except
for the flare...
Any comments or suggestions
September 20, 2002
ModaMetro Part I: Requiem
for the Lost Ones
I like to think of myself as a cell in the
body of Chicago. I am one of millions who live,
work and die here; we are all part of the whole.
Most of us punch the clock in some way, no matter
what our lifestyle becomes if we're lucky enough
to become adults in this metropolis by the Lake.
Around 3am, Chicago resembles for the most part,
a sleepy prairie village. People are still snoring.
Darkness is broken only by the mercury vapor
lights on the corners of the streets. Maybe
my downstairs neighbor is feeding her newborn
boy by their glow. I might be dreaming of a
bell ringing in a beautiful gothic church in
San Francisco as I wander its rooms.
For many, those bell tones are really the alarm
clock, and I rise reluctantly, almost completely
unable to shake off the narcotic effect of my
early morning travelogue. But I have work to
do. I must jump start my brain in the shower
and get going to face the nation.
The Street Nation. There are many who could
be having lunch at this time. A late lunch,
to be sure, and their shift won't be over for
a few more hours. Mine starts in the middle
of their's and when our truck arrives at the
assigned site and we get out to work, the lights
in many of the circa late 1800 townhouses go
out. People peek from behind curtains in the
darkness as I check the airway above me for
powerlines or obstructions. About a third of
the houses are boarded up and empty.
I see three young men sitting in the darkness
on the porch of one of the empty houses. The
white tShirt of one of the sitters glows from
the ever present MV lights. I cannot see his
face but I see another join him, walking up
to the group from the street, then into the
empty house. He comes out shortly after and
walks north, away from us and the cops.
My partner is standing in the street watching
the cops up on the railroad trellis right behind
us. They too are in the dark, looking north
and see us, and I'm sure, the porch. Suddenly
a van comes racing down the narrow street and
swerves towards us as we work. My partner has
to quickly jump out of the way to avoid being
struck. A CPD squad comes out of nowhere and
Up on the tracks, at about midnight this morning,
an officer was struck by a train. He and his
partner were doing survellience on the multitude
of drug transactions going on behind a little
decrepit railroad shed up by the bridge and
somehow did'nt get out of the way in time when
a train was passing. We are there to report
on the investigation. Many CPD vehicles are
in the street and by the scene.
Prostitutes, cash fresh in hand, pass by on
their way to the house with no lights. They
are smiling, perhaps in anticipation of the
fresh zoom they are going to buy in a couple
of minutes before they get back to work. Most
of the women appear to be over 30, dressed to
kill in the nightlight, and when they pass our
camera they straighten up and smile, like they're
on a fashion catwalk. Versace, perhaps. Maybe
We are still sitting in the dark. No camera
is rolling. I am learning how to operate a big
mobile live truck/studio and am establishing
my signal by bouncing a beam off of the Sears
Tower to our receive point.
By 5am, we are doing live shots every 25 minutes
or so, and turn on a big light we have that
illuminates the accident scene. Even the MV
lights don't quite pierce the darkness at this
hour. Knowng how upset our law officers feel
when one of their own dies, I've told them this
is the sign we're up. They get out of the shot,
not wanting to be documented standing solemnly
on the death watch. It's hard to describe what
I've seen happen to them when one of their men
dies. They band together and share the loss
in the toughest yet most sentimental way I've
ever seen. As a group, they take ownership of
the passing, each one giving a small piece of
themselves to depart together with the fallen.
The arrival of many cop cars seems to make no
dent in the activity in this area. It is just
part of the dusky vampire world of drug abusers.
Apathetic. Violent. Without reason. You or I,
if we were doing something even slightly illegal,
might really be startled to have our behavior
witnessed by the law enforcers. It makes no
impact in this reality and it's business as
usual until the sun comes up...
Shortly after sunrise, it becomes just unseemly
quiet. A black car pulls up and a young woman
in a Tshirt, shorts, and ponytail gets out and
climbs the rail banks. Some officers try to
stop her, but when she bursts into tears, they
lightly hold her arms then let their's fall.
It is her husband who has been swallowed whole
by this phenomenom. At that moment, some of
my humanity vanishes from this earth with her,
just asking why, why does this toxic vice have
to be part of our world?
Why do we try to stop those who want to kill
themselves slowly - those who live in a wasteland
of their own making, complete with generation
after generation of users and decline...
As the sun climbs higher, a family in the house
right behind us comes to their car. A mother
and father and small daughter are on their way
to work and school. They are the flip side of
the neighborhood coin -just punching the clock
like me, person after person holding cups of
coffee and papers, starting engines and rubbing
the sleepers out of their eyes.
As their day is starting, mine is drawing to
a close and we break it down feeling trapped
in some very odd cycle for the short time we're
there. We pull out to drive away and find our
left rear tire has been slashed and is dead
flat. Someone ninja'd it right under our nose
in the dark and I have to pull back so I don't
use my bare hands as a stake through someone's
September 21, 2002
It's Sweater Weather!
a ChicKnits Runway Presentation
Lana Grossa genrerously
posts a new Fall Model HERE!
Just click on "Model of the Month"
when you get to the index page...
September 24, 2002
Qui a mis l'interdiction
le blanc apr¦s Le Jour de Travail
juste n'a pas compris l'ivoire…
Oooh La La... Only one sleeve stands
between me and the start of that Bonkers fab
cardie! Mumsie told me I had to eat my vegetables
before I could have dessert - put I just got
the pattern (from School Products in NY) for
that yummy thing from the August 27th entry
and can't hardly wait.
It's getting cooler after sunset here and time
for some wooool...
September 25, 2002
A little bit of this and
go Squib go!
Sexism & Chivalry are Not Dead! I was
with my partner at yet another violent crime
scene yesterday (derelict wanders into Post
Office and when asked to leave goes beserk,
stabbing two workers) in a very itchy part of
town. I was editing a piece that would air between
a live open and close and a man comes up to
my open door truck from the gas station we were
next to. We were working in a big Econline Van
with sliding doors on the passenger side.
He wanted me to move my truck (?) and I said
I was going to be 10 minutes or so and we were
parked legally. He said, "Let me talk to the
male in charge!" quite forcefully. I said, "Hmmm,
the person in charge would be me!" He just huffed
away; at least I didn't get a B***ch slappin.
When my partner heard about this he said "Well,
that guy just lost about a $50.00 sale in gas
because you couldn't pay me to pump up here!"
Right on my funk soul brotha...
Knit Sighting: I was at the Garfield
Park Conservatory (Squib can tell you how beautiful
a plant heaven this place is!) this weekend
wandering amongst the plants and Chuhuly's and
was surprised at the many people visiting from
Europe. One family was two men, one carrying
a toddler, one pushing a baby in a stroller,
followed by the mom who was knitting as she
walked around. She was working on a sweater
using bamboo circular needles and had her ball
of yarn in a fannypack.
September 27, 2002
1. What are your favorite
ways to relax and unwind?
KNITTING! por favor! I've found nothing
more likely to make me unwind than a few rows.
When I get off from work and take the bus home,
I knit and the troubles of the day, city stress,
bus flack and brain noise just disappear...
2. What do you do the moment you get home
from work/school/errands? First, I wash
up (zits, pits, and bits), then I read my snail
mail while my email loads up.
3. What are your favorite aromatherapeutic
smells? I adore the smell of lavender! The
priority wash up is ususally followed by a spray
of some lavender water...
4. Do you feel more relaxed with a group
of friends or hanging out by yourself? Depends...
If I've been working by myself alot, I love
to meet friends for flavor and libations.
5. What is something that you feel is relaxing
but most people don't?
I know I'm not alone, and sometimes avoid
this like the plague, but I like to do housework.
My bathroom was painted this week, and one night
after work, I came home and just scrubbed that
pup. All the cabinets and doors, the under-the-sink
cabinet!!! Joyous! Last night, I started to
re-arrange my home office/studio (had the carpet
cleaned - it's our big Fall Clean-up here -
forgedabout Spring) and threw out tons of irrelevant
paper, etc. I even used the edge cleaning tool
on my vacuum. I have one of those clear no-bag
ones where you can see the dirt accumulating.
I think this is one of the best inventions ever!
Instant gratification! Remember when those nose
strip cleaners first came out and there was
a commercial with 3 teen girls looking at the
"after-peeling" strip and going EEewww! This
has the same satisfactory effect for humans.
We are dirty little beasts but the reason we're
the top of the food chain is we are delighted
to clean up after ourselves!
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