Sometimes the detritus of technology is beautiful for the way it showcases the simplicity of human design in comparison to nature. (at WBEZ)
"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places." - Hemingway
Saw this while skating across the bridge to work yesterday. Its poetry speaks for itself. #chicago (at Navy Pier)
I once witnessed a team of American psychiatrists trying to undo the effects of war in a refugee camp on the outskirts of a war zone. For ethnic Albanian children fleeing Kosovo, art served as therapy, as people tried to break the endless cycle of oppression and revenge.
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Mayor Emanuel wants to spend $110 million on renovating Navy Pier. We just want to know what’s up with these people from the renderings.
Found some fun/strange things in these pictures today.
Our teenager told us that kids at school drive him crazy with their high-pitched ringtones at school all day. After a little investigation, we found out that kids use these ringtones, because teachers can’t hear them.
So at dinner tonight, we decided to test this whole theory out. I downloaded five ringtones in different kHz levels from www.teenbuzz.org. I downloaded an 8, 12, 16, 17 and 22. Cheryl and I could hear the 8 and the 12, but we could not hear 16 and above. The kids could hear everything up to 22, which they could not hear for some reason.
The video shows their reactions to different ringtones.
Mother’s Day culinary adventure: Baked avocado with egg, cave-aged cheddar and bacon. Maryland blue crab cakes with Sriracha aioli. Pan-seared scallops with sea salt. Wood-fire grilled artichokes. Bay-scallop scampi. Grilled pineapple with brown sugar, orange-liquor butter sauce and coconut. (at Akimoff East)
This week’s podcast features the longest taxi ride I have ever taken. I inadvertently took drugs and spent the night in the biggest traffic jam I have ever seen among other adventures.
Do you see the stories around you? -
Do you ever wonder about those you walk past every day? I’m fascinated by people. I’m intrigued by the possibilities in their individual stories.
When I get on the train in Blue Island, Illinois, I’m inundated with story, and I listen hard for the details. It helps me understand people I might otherwise judge based on irrelevant things.
There is a guy on my train, one of the only other white guys who rides in from Blue Island. He’s clean cut with bulging biceps, and by looking at his tattoos and the patches on his gym bag, I would say he’s Navy. He always sits with a group of black ladies in a four seat near the back of the train.
I’ve been walking to work for several months now. I recently started longboarding to work, which shaved about 12 minutes off my commute time.
Now I see the city’s underbelly as I skate under the massive tri-level Randolph Street, and I get to surf through the crowds of runners and bikers on the Lakefront Trail.
Longboarding down Navy Pier at 7:30 a.m. when there is not a tourist in sight is one of the most rewarding parts of my ride.
This fella decided to bore a rather large hole on our back porch. Any idea what he is? He’s about the size of my thumb. No small buzzing creature, this one. I’m guessing Xylocopa virginica? (at Akimoff East)
