Friday, July 11, 2008

I work on the 11th floor of the Gage Building. Often, the elevator closest the east wall will station itself a few inches below floor level and as I mindlessly embark—often flipping through an iPod menu or daydreaming about robot ponies—I'll feel the fractional second of terror as my foot continues where my brain tells me the elevator floor should be. I imagine plunging into a black shaft, the air quickening over my ears, louder as I accelerate. The blind grasping and eventual resignation. And then ascending into the white clouds of heaven, where I'll be chauffeured in an applewood bacon chariot to the Cubs World Series victory party.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Here's a kick-ass video Reilly made of a day in the life of a filing clerk:

Music by Reilly. Produced by Tecate.

Monday, July 07, 2008

The July 4 weekend kicked the butt of Jesus.

Chilean sea bass at Café 28; drinks, pool and much, much more at Ten Cat; magnificent fireworks mayhem and Frisbee flinging at Loyola Park Beach; chicken carcass home cookery (followed by more Ten Cat); hot, sweaty kickball under a blanket of humid heat at Winnemac Park. Meanwhile, the Cubs took two out of three on the road in St. Louis.

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