I'm amazed that chicago is one of the least painful. My daily commute from the mid north side to downtown - only about 1/5 of the total N-S distance of the city - was often a 1.5 to 2 hour hell on earth.

14 / 18.

i was following a trailer the other day, and i noticed the tail lights/signals were not hooked up to the pickup truck doing the pulling. illegal, and also annoying since i was constantly late in noticing it was slowing or stopping. once the truck turned, i noticed it was our local fire department's mobile safety/education unit. oye.

i'm willing to bet that saatchi visitors easily mistake it for any number of contemporary painters in the Vitamin P book.

It's Northwestern (one word). some good people there, but definitely some uppity-elitist types too. ahhh, Evanston, the land of mansions and drive-by shootings, only mere blocks from each other.

has anyone seen the miniature-world photography of Mark Hogancamp? google "Marwencol."

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&biw=1356&bih=739&q=marwencol&aq=f&aqi=&aql=&oq=

part contemporary art, part sad story of self-isolation.

Shellac: "Song of the Minerals"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4Xn32zZIYU

Larry wins.

a song:

Max hates fun.
Fun hates Max.
Max...
Fun...
(fart noises x 3)

interesting is in the eye of the beholder.

stop. please stop. FAR too much on this man's inventions.

this is awful.

11b beat me to it. i'd MUCh rather have my old BMX gooseneck pads than this skimpy thing.

jeebus has a broken femur.

stop stop stop. stop.