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The 'C' in Chicago is for "Crazy"   
02:25pm 29/08/2007
  I love how in Chicago there's so much crazy floating around. A lot of it seems to make its way to Hyde Park in particular. I always assume professors are responsible, having met a few in my day ;)

The first man came up to j and my car while we were stopped at a red light. He earnestly asked us for a ride to the El, and told us he'd give us a dollar for our troubles. J. and I both incorrectly pegged him for a socially "unique" professor, and let him in for a ride. The first thing he did was confess that he wasn't taking his Lithium anymore. I asked him if he was bipolar, and he replied that he was, sort of, but more schizophrenic. Then he proceeded to tell us a story about how he was a virgin and he kept trying to have positive interactions with women, but they went poorly. He gave us an example (I can't remember the wording now, but I concluded at the end that I'd have wanted to slap him if I'd been the woman in question.)

By then j. and I were both wondering what we'd gotten ourselves into, but I was also tickled because I love eccentric.

The man proceeded to ask us about opera and whether we believed in God. He then asked j. what the strongest evidence of God in our physical world was. Quite a lot for one short drive.

I got to sell a couple of lamps to an incredibly spastic English professor the other day too. I thought she was going to combust she was so frantic. She flipped out that she couldn't remember her bank account number so her check to me was going to be invalid. I pointed out that all checks have the account number printed on them, while simultaneously scratching my head in confusion.

Just now on the street a man came up to me and asked about my bike- is it three-speed? single speed? I told him it's a cruiser, and he then asked about my tattoo. He told me he could read the Hebrew-like vowels, and I explained the tattoo. He said he thought people should get henna tattoos in case they had regrets, and told me I should cover my arms in henna tattoos. Somehow this segued into how he sensed I'd be good at making faberge eggs. I told him my hands shake too much, and went on my merry way.

I have no idea if he was a professor. Most of these encounters could go either way. Professor or street crazy.. a thin line called "PhD".

Hmph, and people in RI acted like my mild eccentricities were a burden.

More later.
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Tea tasting   
03:41pm 29/08/2007
mood: uncertain
Every Tuesday evening j. and I have been going to tea tastings uptown.
The first one was two weeks ago and was a sampling of the best, most expensive teas they carry. Last week was flavored greens (which j. humored me by coming to) and last night was Earl Greys, which I humored him by going to. Next week is "health benefits of tea".

It's so much fun sitting around with little cups enjoying the tea. Week one had some really good cheeses paired with the teas, and last night we got cookies. J. and I almost always make a night of it by going out for dinner first, then riding home after dark together. (Quality people watching.)

We nabbed some white tea and samples of a bunch of others last night.
Anyway, if you click the link above you can order some of their fairly broad selection. They're mostly a German company, but they have a few locations around Illinois as well.

Ugh, I'm feeling really nonplussed. A man whom I recognized just passed me (a professor type), and I couldn't call his name to mind. He clearly recognized me as well. He passed me while I was still confused.
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Dogs yawning   
10:19pm 29/08/2007
mood: anxious
1. I am feeling super vulnerable. I've been hemming and hawing about posting why in here.

2. I just wrote a note to my upstairs neighbor to tell them to stop the banging and furniture rearranging but apparently my train-of-thought friendliness sounds vapid. According to the blunt source that is my jhimm. This makes me think I should occasionally read over things I post in LJ.

3. Instead, I will go back to wishing that I could afford this bag. Ever want someone to just show up and give you money for something? Me too. I need a new bag, and the buddhas remind me to seek calm.

4. Will I ever find an agent? I don't think I'm good at writing query letters.

5. So, I've sat in the UofC bookstore a few times before and never ran into a soul I knew. I mean what are the odds? Today I ran into three people. One of them was the head of my program. She asked how I was adjusting and we chatted about my apartment and Chicago. When I expressed happiness at how close my apartment is to the campus she laughed and said "doesn't matter, you won't be seeing much of it pretty soon! Enjoy the library! Ha ha!"

I suddenly had this moment of terror like "OH MY GOD WHAT AM I DOING???" It was "why did I do this all backwards? Why did I teach first? I'm too old for this? Who gets a second master's? (ok, lots of people I've talked to, but still.)

I mean I freaked out so badly I don't know how I got on my bike and got home. The only thing to soothe me was doing a yoga CD of the guy whose studio I went to in Providence (I miss studying under a real yogi), and making avocado-white bean-cucumber sammidges with j.

6. Oh my god. We got the Bob Saget (yes that one) stand-up DVD from Netflix....

Let me just say...

"Danny Tanner Is Not Gay" (from You Tube)


"Rollin With Saget" (The Illest M*tha F*ckah in a Cardigan Sweater).
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