More Lake

So the first image was taken from the planetarium campus, i thought it was interesting to compare this photograph from the others i took at the lake in Lincoln Park. Different perspective, different time of day, different atmosphere.

I DID go to the Planetarium, and I have to say, if you haven't been there yet you should really plan on going. There is a spectacular show called "Night Sky Live!", which ended up being the stars that would be visible in Chicago if there was no light pollution. Very cool. I have a feeling that the reason I loved the planetarium so much is because looking at the stars is one of the few things I've missed while living here in the city. Something in me will always love clear, suburban nights.

Last night I ended up seeing Lucero and Hot Water Music at the Metro. It was kind of on short notice, but it was worth it. I really like Lucero, if you like Uncle Tupelo then it's likely you will appreciate Lucero. Hot Water Music was outstanding, it was nice to see them play together since they've broken up. Chuck Ragan has to be one of the kindest people I've ever seen, it's always a great experience watching him perform.

One more thing: Tuesday is the Primary. Who's excited? I know I am!

Frozen Lake Set

I woke up this morning and decided to be productive by walking down to the lake and trying to get some good shots before the ice began to melt. These are what I came up with. I really like alot of them, but don't be surprised if you see some of them "reworked" in the next few days or weeks.

Jerry Springer was good, by the way. Absolutely hysterical. It was obviously set-up and a load of staged hooey, but nevertheless a great time. Had some great laughs, got to shake Jerry's hand, and got to chant at an "obese hispanic wife of a truck driver who hosts hotel sex parties with other women to relieve her sexual desires while he husband is away". We chanted whimsical phrases at her such as "Bark like a dog!" and "Oink like a pig!", all under the carefully orchestration of Todd, the Unit Manager. I had no idea how carefully scripted the show was, but I don't think it bothered me that much.

P.S. If you understand the concept of Jerry Beads then you need to understand how many of those women will probably make it on TV on account of how vile and decrepit they were.

Edit

So here is a photo that I re-edited on the train. I like this one better than the others.

On a completely unrelated note to my pointless description of my photograph, I am going to a taping of The Jerry Springer Show tomorrow. I'll just let that soak in . . .

Pat's

I just walked half a mile more than a needed on this obscenely freezing day.

Here we go again . . .

So the past few weeks have been an unimaginable blur of reform and change. New classes, new weather, some newly acquired friends, and a new start (for what would the new year be without a new start?). Classes are good this quarter, really thought provoking, although they require a much higher workload of reading.

So, to be more specific, yesterday night kicked ass. I made a quick and sudden decision to head home (actually DeKalb) on Sunday with Margie, Becky, and Holly to go see Sundowner at the House Cafe. What a good decision. Captain and Slurpees, Chris McCaughan and Pitchers, and Friends and Music. Although attending the show required a car ride back to DePaul today at 6am, it ended up being well worth the sleep deprivation.

Ok, so these pictures are just pictures randomly taken this year so far.

Enjoy!

Happy New Years!

My New Years Resolution is a bit tricky to put into words, but I did make another:

This will no longer be a "photo a DAY" blog. I feel that towards the end of the year my camera had become a slight burden. I was always torn between taking my camera or leaving it behind. In a way, my camera became my child. If I brought my camera with I was obligated to watch over it, and I feel like that inhibited my ability to truly enjoy myself.

So what will become of this blog? I'm hoping that I can refine and condense my work into a more thoughtful portfolio. I plan on only adding or updating photographs that I feel good about; which means no more posting for the sake of posting!

Another hope for this blog is to WRITE MORE!

Anyways, I hope everyone's New Years was a great as mine. Drink lots of water, and maybe take a few tylenol or something.

New Years Eve

New Years Eve is always a sudden rush to construct some sort of plan. There are so many things running through everyone's head.

My New Years Eve was great, and is best compared to my favorite New Years song ever by the Lawrence Arms:

Where have I been all your life?
Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses.
Another year will pass us by.
Making sense of nothing, in defense of something.
I laughed too late and dug myself into a grave.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
Another stupid clumsy story.
More accidental aspirations.
Another explosion of silence.
I think I'm going deaf, or maybe I'm just hearing less.
This year I'll try to only listen to myself.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
I wonder where you'll be bringing in the new year.
As midnight clocks are singing,
good chance I'll be slobbering somewhere.
Probably pass out, wasted, and sleeping until the smoke clears.
Vague memories of midnight flash in tune to morning sunlight.
Wake up knowing you'll never be there.
I've got 100 resolutions, but I've got no solutions.
I've got one song I write 100 times.
And only a dozen or so rhymes.
This year I'll try not to drink so much.
This year I'll try to stand up straight.
This year let's live liked we've never lived before,
this is our year for sure.

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