Monday, February 20, 2006
SO FAR, CHICAGO
moving forward looking back
hopped a train heading west... i could examine where i had been while clipping on to the next junction. read some words by marquez and listened to molina and brasil... studied the Arrabal and drank some budweiser. the train is quite a magnificent way to land in Chicago for some drink and relaxation. the great hall in chicago's union station felt empty. the famous steps leading up to the street were slouching and melting under the years of traffic. the cold air burned my face a little... i think it was 4 degrees. robert walks very fast and soon we're waiting for a train, besides, i'm a viking and i don't get cold. off at the thorndale exit on the redline we buy some old style and tobacco paper. once inside 8e the warm glow of the sun sinking into the city was gorgeous. we sat in the window seat and spoke to one another... lake michigan just beyond us looking far more quiet than bustling sirron street. it is important to stop and look out the window for a while.
selah
i have a strange fascination with those who are tardy. i often wish i could embrace that quality. the troop transport arrives and roberto, myself, and brigid are on the way to the pizza lounge (no you can't get pizza there) a gathering of transplanted hearts, passers through, and residentials. you see, the dallas cowboy cheerleaders are going to be there and who can resist that. more old style is consumed while reaquainting ourselves with: margaret and quickshot, vitamin T, the hawk, and y rushforth griffith. the cheerleaders reach a fevered pitch but i can't really hear them underneath all the love being shared by my friends... i don't mind so much although they seemed tremendous with fiddle, banjo, twang, and a clever name for a group of folky girls. i'm watching lake michigan slumber just for several moments before i to relent to sleep while missing my girl.
jubilee
morning is bright and warm. some goya coffee that boxes like a middleweight and we're ready to head down to the argyle stop... some of my favorite socks. little saigon is a much nicer area than detroit's chinatown (consisting of a closed chung's taunting me with no more eggrolls and birdtown pet store where satan's cat was rescued into a world of ubu, moyer, and straightjackets) barbequed chickens and larger than life buddhas dance in the windows and the bon bin hue is served by gorgeous vietmamese girls who speak like mint and ginger originate deep inside of them. cardinal klassen has arrived via hassle and robert is woking soup downtown for his gal. the cardinal and i sit in 8e's window seat and renew our souls with love and more old style... it'd really be nice if nojay were here.
schuba gear
see, i planned this trip to see jason molina break my musical heart... i'm sorry he can't be here and i'm sorry for his troubles. i'm at the bar a day early and kelly kessler and whippoorwill are spouting bluegrass with a kind of quiet determination and joy. the beer tastes good, afterall, i'm on vacation. plunging back through the city of wheels and no eyes i think how blessed i am by those around me near and far... just said goodnight to nora and wrote these words... it's time for more old style.
hopped a train heading west... i could examine where i had been while clipping on to the next junction. read some words by marquez and listened to molina and brasil... studied the Arrabal and drank some budweiser. the train is quite a magnificent way to land in Chicago for some drink and relaxation. the great hall in chicago's union station felt empty. the famous steps leading up to the street were slouching and melting under the years of traffic. the cold air burned my face a little... i think it was 4 degrees. robert walks very fast and soon we're waiting for a train, besides, i'm a viking and i don't get cold. off at the thorndale exit on the redline we buy some old style and tobacco paper. once inside 8e the warm glow of the sun sinking into the city was gorgeous. we sat in the window seat and spoke to one another... lake michigan just beyond us looking far more quiet than bustling sirron street. it is important to stop and look out the window for a while.
selah
i have a strange fascination with those who are tardy. i often wish i could embrace that quality. the troop transport arrives and roberto, myself, and brigid are on the way to the pizza lounge (no you can't get pizza there) a gathering of transplanted hearts, passers through, and residentials. you see, the dallas cowboy cheerleaders are going to be there and who can resist that. more old style is consumed while reaquainting ourselves with: margaret and quickshot, vitamin T, the hawk, and y rushforth griffith. the cheerleaders reach a fevered pitch but i can't really hear them underneath all the love being shared by my friends... i don't mind so much although they seemed tremendous with fiddle, banjo, twang, and a clever name for a group of folky girls. i'm watching lake michigan slumber just for several moments before i to relent to sleep while missing my girl.
jubilee
morning is bright and warm. some goya coffee that boxes like a middleweight and we're ready to head down to the argyle stop... some of my favorite socks. little saigon is a much nicer area than detroit's chinatown (consisting of a closed chung's taunting me with no more eggrolls and birdtown pet store where satan's cat was rescued into a world of ubu, moyer, and straightjackets) barbequed chickens and larger than life buddhas dance in the windows and the bon bin hue is served by gorgeous vietmamese girls who speak like mint and ginger originate deep inside of them. cardinal klassen has arrived via hassle and robert is woking soup downtown for his gal. the cardinal and i sit in 8e's window seat and renew our souls with love and more old style... it'd really be nice if nojay were here.
schuba gear
see, i planned this trip to see jason molina break my musical heart... i'm sorry he can't be here and i'm sorry for his troubles. i'm at the bar a day early and kelly kessler and whippoorwill are spouting bluegrass with a kind of quiet determination and joy. the beer tastes good, afterall, i'm on vacation. plunging back through the city of wheels and no eyes i think how blessed i am by those around me near and far... just said goodnight to nora and wrote these words... it's time for more old style.
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"So Close, DetroitJoel"
I believe it was 1990 when we first met in the fellowship of pews
I was 15 back then...30 now.
So much has happened in that 15 year span; oh the memories, the stories, the quotes, the inside jokes, the deep conversations, the concerts, the parties, the ballgames, so much that has strengthened the loyalty of our friendship.
Selah
Thank you, for your loyalty, your understanding, your love and for being you--in that you have always been candid, open, honest and truthful. These are wonderful qualities, that are so rare among people that I have know over the past 30 years. Thank you for being consistantly there for me.
Jubilee
I look forward to the years ahead, pregnant with conversation, adventure and opportunites that we haven't a clue about!
It was great sitting in front of Lake Michigan, enjoying your friendship and being drawn closer together through our wounded ness.
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركت
I believe it was 1990 when we first met in the fellowship of pews
I was 15 back then...30 now.
So much has happened in that 15 year span; oh the memories, the stories, the quotes, the inside jokes, the deep conversations, the concerts, the parties, the ballgames, so much that has strengthened the loyalty of our friendship.
Selah
Thank you, for your loyalty, your understanding, your love and for being you--in that you have always been candid, open, honest and truthful. These are wonderful qualities, that are so rare among people that I have know over the past 30 years. Thank you for being consistantly there for me.
Jubilee
I look forward to the years ahead, pregnant with conversation, adventure and opportunites that we haven't a clue about!
It was great sitting in front of Lake Michigan, enjoying your friendship and being drawn closer together through our wounded ness.
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركت
so glad you're home. thanks for thinking of me when you were away...
And if you ever have a chicago address, I hope you'll remain Detroit Joel.
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And if you ever have a chicago address, I hope you'll remain Detroit Joel.
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