Ozone and desire

Lost in the ozone again–as I recall some song back in the ’70s had that title or lyric, but that’s not what I really want to talk about. I am smitten by a women’s volleyball coach, but she is smitten by the bartender.

Such is the nature of desire.

Published in: on February 25, 2011 at 1:00 am  Leave a Comment  

Summer–summer, summer, summer, it turns me upside down

OK, the blizzard’s over. Time to start thinking about this season’s fantasy baseball draft. And I ain’t pickin’ Milton Bradley.

The other thing I’ve been wondering about regarding summer is how we aggregate ourselves into these ideological camps given that we are personae with multiple narratives. I suppose we desperately want to hold onto the myth that we have one personal identity like believing in the immortal soul.

Published in: on February 3, 2011 at 12:44 am  Leave a Comment  

Summer–summer, summer, summer, it turns me upside down

OK, the blizzard’s over. Time to start thinking about this season’s fantasy baseball draft. And I ain’t pickin’ Milton Bradley.

The other thing I’ve been wondering about regarding summer is how we aggregate ourselves into these ideological camps given that we are personae with multiple narratives

Published in: on February 2, 2011 at 6:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

The blizzard passed

The weather folks are saying the blizzard, now gone from Chicago, was the worst in 50 years. I can remember ones with as much snow, but never with winds blowing a steady 30 to 50 mph for 24 hours. I can hardly wait until the next one 50 years from now. 🙂

Published in: on February 2, 2011 at 5:55 pm  Leave a Comment  

Blizzard, wedding, and a bagpipe

I don’t recollect being in a harder blizzard than the one blowing through Chicago right now.  When you get caught in the wind it stops you dead in your tracks and drives you a little way backwards.  The prediction is for 24″ of snow in 24 hours.  Shoveling out won’t begin until late tomorrow afternoon.  The lucky people are folks like me who live in high-rise buildings and don’t have to drive.

What is really eerie is the thunder and lightning that kicks up every now and then.

What I discovered tonight while listening to the radio is the classical piece An Orkney Wedding With Sunrise by Peter Maxwell Davies.  It ends with a bagpipe solo.  I do admire the sound of a good bagpipe tune.

Published in: on February 1, 2011 at 11:23 pm  Leave a Comment