Not to toot my own horn or anything…(yes, I’m making a trumpet with my fist and and a bizarre sound through pursed lips)…and I know that a ton of you have seen this already…but my bio and interview are up on two separate parts of the Local 75 webpage! In case you were wondering how my writing stacks up to different types of wine- wonder no more! (Just a warning, though; the difference between an intellectual and myself is kinda {Read More}

This week has been so full of stuff. Big stuff, stuff I’ve been putting off and “Oh my God, I really get to do this?” kinda stuff. To elaborate: Last weekend (yes, I’m including it in the Week of Stuff) I got to hand out candy dressed as a nice pirate, running out of treats only when the Critical Mass bike ride made its way up Oakley and hundreds upon hundreds of costume-clad bicyclists descended upon my Pyrex bowl o’ {Read More}

Oh my goodness. First of all- hurrah for the momentous occasion that was last night in Grant Park, Chicago (and, in fact, all over the country and benevolent parts of the world)- Barack Obama! A new president! Can you feel the economy begin to prop itself up on its elbows? Who else feels this crazy urge to buy more cowboy boots on eBay?  P.J. and I watched from our quiet living room, although we envied friends (and, apparently, entire neighborhoods) {Read More}

I’ve said it before but it apparently bears repeating- I apologize for the once-a-week bloggin’. I have no idea what’s going on in my mind; the part that takes care of good ideas and sentence phrasing is drooling in the corner of my right brain. And lest you think it’s just the fanciful and fun writing that’s suffering- OH NO. The course at Chicago Dramatists that’s costing roughly half a month’s rent is being exposed to my lazybonesness as well. {Read More}

Yes, it’s true. I haven’t posted in a long time. I hate that I’ve been blogging once a week- people hate once a week. Once a week makes people super unhappy. Thusly I’m sorry. So here’s a blog, even though I do not have much to report. (To put it at the basest and most extraordinarily trite level; I haven’t even been able to update my Facebook statuses lately.)  I did just get to [accidentally] throw a container of blueberries {Read More}

On the way to work this morning (on Tealie Elizabasket, might I add) I passed a lot of construction sites, workers lounging and porta-potties. The best part? The “company name,” as it were…is The Drop Zone. Okay. I can think of three really inappropriate things about naming your portolet company The Drop Zone. Anyone else? Go.And speaking of poop (I really hope this doesn’t turn into a post about poop, I honestly don’t know how this happens) on our way {Read More}

It was 47 degrees today in Roscoe Village, that is, at 5:55am. (I need every spare moment in the morning, but love hitting snooze. Hence, a totally random time. If I set it for six and hit snooze for ten minutes I’ll be half an hour late. I can’t explain it either.) In fact, it was a double hoodie morning. You do that too, right? The hoodie for your outfit and then the hoodie for under your jacket? A commutie. {Read More}