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Apr. 3rd, 2010 04:59 amI picked up, off the street a few minutes ago, what is, literally, the biggest clue I've ever found: http://www.flickr.com/photos/27854613@N03/sets/72157623634589283/
It's like a classroom roll-down transparency of Africa and southern Europe, but just the borders and country names. So I guess teacher would pull down a geographic map and then pull down this transparency over it to reveal the politics. This is a great find. I'm really excited. I've just got to clean it up some and I've got myself something.
For the first time in so long, I didn't close by myself at work. So me and my coworker and his girlfriend went to a Mexican restaurant after work. There were actually two Mexican restaurants side-by-side, at the intersection of Roscoe and Clark. One is pretty authentically Mexican, and I've always wanted to eat there because it looks nice. The other one is lit like a nightclub and was blasting "Party Like a Rock Star" by Shop Boyz when we walked by. But it has a huge, gigantic sombrero protruding from above the storefront. Giant things, esp. sombreros, are fucking awesome. But there isn't a sombrero large enough to convince me to eat at a Mexican restaurant that plays music in the key of Shop Boyz.
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=roscoe+and+clark&sll=41.973431,-87.667744&sspn=0.007115,0.01266&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=N+Clark+St+%26+W+Roscoe+St,+Chicago,+Cook,+Illinois+60657&ll=41.943743,-87.653748&spn=0.000222,0.000396&t=h&z=21&layer=c&cbll=41.943743,-87.653748&panoid=2qiDysm7KcGZkT9tWSp9Cg&cbp=12,45.49,,0,-6.75
Fiesta Cantina on the left vs. El Jardin on the right. Guess which one yells shitty music at you while you enjoy tacos and margaritas? We went to the other one. I had the salad and Christie and Ryan shared fajitas. Though we heard, loud and clear from next door, what we were missing while we ate, at least we were missing it.
Christie and Ryan couldn't finish all the fajitas and didn't want to take the leftovers home. So I said I would. But now I feel, like, guilty about not asking them again if they didn't for sure want to take them. I agreed, almost too hastily, not mainly for the free food, but because I didn't want the food to go to waste, you know? I should have asked them if they were sure.
Plus I forgot to thank them for letting me take their table scraps.
I don't know why the fuck I get so bothered about things like this. There they were, ready to discard a good portion of untouched and reportedly delicious food, with the billions of people in the world starving, and I swooped down from a rooftop of good deeds on wings of altruism and say "yes, I'll take that." Yet I still feel guilt.
I should be rewarded for taking that free food.
Then walking home from the bus, I found the transparency.
Hello LiveJournal.
It's like a classroom roll-down transparency of Africa and southern Europe, but just the borders and country names. So I guess teacher would pull down a geographic map and then pull down this transparency over it to reveal the politics. This is a great find. I'm really excited. I've just got to clean it up some and I've got myself something.
For the first time in so long, I didn't close by myself at work. So me and my coworker and his girlfriend went to a Mexican restaurant after work. There were actually two Mexican restaurants side-by-side, at the intersection of Roscoe and Clark. One is pretty authentically Mexican, and I've always wanted to eat there because it looks nice. The other one is lit like a nightclub and was blasting "Party Like a Rock Star" by Shop Boyz when we walked by. But it has a huge, gigantic sombrero protruding from above the storefront. Giant things, esp. sombreros, are fucking awesome. But there isn't a sombrero large enough to convince me to eat at a Mexican restaurant that plays music in the key of Shop Boyz.
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=roscoe+and+clark&sll=41.973431,-87.667744&sspn=0.007115,0.01266&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=N+Clark+St+%26+W+Roscoe+St,+Chicago,+Cook,+Illinois+60657&ll=41.943743,-87.653748&spn=0.000222,0.000396&t=h&z=21&layer=c&cbll=41.943743,-87.653748&panoid=2qiDysm7KcGZkT9tWSp9Cg&cbp=12,45.49,,0,-6.75
Fiesta Cantina on the left vs. El Jardin on the right. Guess which one yells shitty music at you while you enjoy tacos and margaritas? We went to the other one. I had the salad and Christie and Ryan shared fajitas. Though we heard, loud and clear from next door, what we were missing while we ate, at least we were missing it.
Christie and Ryan couldn't finish all the fajitas and didn't want to take the leftovers home. So I said I would. But now I feel, like, guilty about not asking them again if they didn't for sure want to take them. I agreed, almost too hastily, not mainly for the free food, but because I didn't want the food to go to waste, you know? I should have asked them if they were sure.
Plus I forgot to thank them for letting me take their table scraps.
I don't know why the fuck I get so bothered about things like this. There they were, ready to discard a good portion of untouched and reportedly delicious food, with the billions of people in the world starving, and I swooped down from a rooftop of good deeds on wings of altruism and say "yes, I'll take that." Yet I still feel guilt.
I should be rewarded for taking that free food.
Then walking home from the bus, I found the transparency.
Hello LiveJournal.
