So that’s a moment of creativity in Chicago I can share at the moment. I did that on the first day of my symposium. I also had some time to work on my book, but that stuffs definitely not ready for public viewing. Anyway, just wanted to prove that creativity was indeed a passive member of my traveling party.
I had some good times with Sean and Sonya. Better than walking the Magnificent Mile on my own. Rebecca and I also spent a day walking way beyond the ‘mile’ part of the Magnificent Mile, joining up as we eventually did with about 70% of the Chicago-and-beyond fourth grade classes at the Field Museum. We learned where animals come from (other animals), and what it’s like to be a teenager in Tahiti (you have a girlfriend and two male friends and white people from Chicago come to videotape you talk about your life in a non-threatening way and then make two-dimensional standees of you for little kids like me to look at). I had a Skyscraper at the top of the John Hancock Building as well. I forget what Rebecca had, but she did force me to split a crepe with her, so I submitted to her masterful use of threat and ate it. It was good. That’s my report.
It was freezing in Chicago. And then it was hot. And then it snowed. The weather was weird last week. It’s now really almost muggy back in Providence. Can the end of the world be close upon us? Of course, so let’s get the orgies in now before it’s too late.
Danielle joined me for her own conference. We got to stay at the hotel where all of Oprah’s lovely guests stay. It was like living in a set from the new American Girl movie. I also learned about American Girl, which is how I’m able to make such a comparison. Apparently this mode of doll collection has escaped my usually hawk-like attention. Don’t expect it to make it into my novel, however, those of you who may work for American Girl and dream of a free plug. There’s already way too much anal sex and cannibalism, so pretty little doll dressed just won’t make the final cut.
Back to the world of the working limp (not stiff, as that cliché is tired). Two days last week, three this. I feel like a millionaire.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
living in a dermabrasion nightmare
So that’s a moment of creativity in Chicago I can share at the moment. I did that on the first day of my symposium. I also had some time to work on my book, but that stuffs definitely not ready for public viewing. Anyway, just wanted to prove that creativity was indeed a passive member of my traveling party.
I had some good times with Sean and Sonya. Better than walking the Magnificent Mile on my own. Rebecca and I also spent a day walking way beyond the ‘mile’ part of the Magnificent Mile, joining up as we eventually did with about 70% of the Chicago-and-beyond fourth grade classes at the Field Museum. We learned where animals come from (other animals), and what it’s like to be a teenager in Tahiti (you have a girlfriend and two male friends and white people from Chicago come to videotape you talk about your life in a non-threatening way and then make two-dimensional standees of you for little kids like me to look at). I had a Skyscraper at the top of the John Hancock Building as well. I forget what Rebecca had, but she did force me to split a crepe with her, so I submitted to her masterful use of threat and ate it. It was good. That’s my report.
It was freezing in Chicago. And then it was hot. And then it snowed. The weather was weird last week. It’s now really almost muggy back in Providence. Can the end of the world be close upon us? Of course, so let’s get the orgies in now before it’s too late.
Danielle joined me for her own conference. We got to stay at the hotel where all of Oprah’s lovely guests stay. It was like living in a set from the new American Girl movie. I also learned about American Girl, which is how I’m able to make such a comparison. Apparently this mode of doll collection has escaped my usually hawk-like attention. Don’t expect it to make it into my novel, however, those of you who may work for American Girl and dream of a free plug. There’s already way too much anal sex and cannibalism, so pretty little doll dressed just won’t make the final cut.
Back to the world of the working limp (not stiff, as that cliché is tired). Two days last week, three this. I feel like a millionaire.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
chi kah go
This is not the most amazingly interesting post ever, but it’s true, so I’ll start there.
I’m in Chicago, on business, whatever that means. I’ve been at a symposium for two days, and now I have five days of vacation. Good news for me.
Visiting here is fun, Sean and Sonya are being troopers and treating me like the royalty they know I am. Sean took me on a quest that lead to a nice purchase of vintage man-porn. Isn’t that a nice thing to do? I think so. Sonya spent an evening with me (just the two of us out on the town, I’ll let dirty minds fill in the blanks) that was great fun. Danielle has arrived without any heartache or trouble; so let the trouble and craziness begin. Oh, yes, we have ALREADY been to a drag show.
As of the moment, I’ve left my suite at the Hilton and am staying in a gentrified condo just overlooking a marvelous view of downtown Chicago. I won’t say who’s condo this is or anything, but one parking space costs more than a car. Tomorrow we book into the hotel that Oprah’s finicky guests stay at. Somehow this trip is worth far more than what I’ve had to pay for it, which is next to nothing (thank you travel advances from the big bosses on college hill).
I don’t have much at this time to report because I’ve just been out drinking wif me 2 faverit bitchis. We had dinner at a German family-style dining place that was out of this world fun because I don’t ever do things like that. Maybe this time I really won’t go home, even though the thought of poor Varla languishing in a cage is too much to bear. Besides, I’m her touchstone, she needs me, we complete each other. Ok, I’m going to go look at my vintage man-porn and pretend it’s 1977.
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