XMAS GIFTS FROM DEVON AVE

NOT FOR GIRLS!

This is extremely british.

STRIPPERS RIDE FREE

3:23 PM me: amazing

3:24 PM best merchant name ever

  from the redemption days

  a strip club in texas

  called

  "brass ovaries"

 dbrouwer: ha

3:25 PM me: super gross

3:28 PM dbrouwer: what if CTA buses had strippers on them? Like, grinding all over the stainless steel poles?

  just for tips

  and there would be a "one at a time rule"

3:29 PM so multiple strippers could take turns

  and not get too tired stripping up and down Lawrence avenue all day.

3:30 PM and the bus driver would sell $.89 sausages from a Styrofoam cooler.

 me: that's right

3:35 PM dbrouwer: "strippers ride free"

  rather than old people

 me: ha

  amazing!

  but they still have to pay 25 cents for transfers

BAKING BAD

Montrose cookie lab up and running again:

My hardware/ingredients are finally back...

 ...after some weeks of remote baking in the North Center lab with baking partner Browner (alias R. Slone)

These here are chocolate coffee brainmelt flavored ("Heisenberg cookies"). My product is 99.1% pure— you could sell these at twice the normal street value.

Recipes to be posted soon.

CLOWN COMBO

This is how Alan described the Clown Combo from the Pick-Me-Up Café:

TRASHSCAPES (ON CORTLAND)

OLMEC LIVES ON DEVON

After retiring from Legends of the Hidden Temple.

BIKES

Accident by Navy Pier, July 2009:

MELROSE

GLASS BRICK CAPITAL

Proof.

SWEET BUILDING

 

Along with the merchandise mart, this is my other favorite building in Chicago. Apparently a "steam plant". It's the 301 Taylor building- a poor man's Battersea Station.

CHICAGO: THE WAYSTATION IN TIME

"The home park of the big soap-chip and sausage-stuffing tycoons, the home cave of the juke-box giants and the mail-order dragons, the knot that binds the TV waves to the airlanes and the railroad ties to the sea, but also the psychological nerve center where the pang goes deepest when the whole country is grinding its teeth in a nightmare sleep."

- Nelson Algren, Chicago: City On The Make

WORKING

When you ask most people who they are, they define themselves by their jobs. "I'm a doctor." "I'm a radio announcer." "I'm a carpenter." If somebody asks me, I say, "I'm Nora Watson." At certain points in time I do things for a living. Right now I'm working for the institution. But not for long. I'd be lying to you if I told you I wasn't scared.

I have a few options. Given the market, I'm going to take the best job I can find. I really tried to play the game by the rules, and I think it's a hundred percent unadulterated bullshit. So I'm not likely to go back downtown and say, "Here I am. I'm very good, hire me."

You recognize yourself as a marginal person. As a person who can give only minimal assent to anything that is going on in this society: "I'm glad the electricity works." That's about it. What you have to find is your own niche that will allow you to keep feeding and clothing and sheltering yourself without getting downtown. (Laughs.) Because that's death. That's really where death is.

- Nora Watson, editor (age 28), from Studs Terkel's Working