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Yes, I am behind in my Phoctoberly duties. Apologies. Illness and other things wedged between me and you, Blogreader, but I am returned. And many Phoctober links adorn the bottom of this post. I hope it catches me up. At least it's all of those who came and said to link them, plus one I went and found, from the very talented Jefferson Davis. ***** Weeds and soft houses Saturday, I drove out to

Night, Part Two These were taken on Michigan Avenue or Wacker Drive on a clear night in January. Same again, in sepia... ***** Other Phoctobering: All 2008 Phoctober posts from this site. Kyklops and a sleepy feline. Taffiny and bathing birds. Absolute Vanilla takes us to the seashore. It isn't too late to join the fun. Just do a photo post, mention Phoctober, and come and tell me

Yes, I know it is the fourth. I got home last night and simply crashed out until this morning. I had nothing to drink or anything, and yet still have no clear recollection of returning home, or of going to bed. My work life is sort of complicated right now, apparently exhausting, and I suspect I've caught a minor bug during the annual "Let's everyone get sick because the weather is changing"

Chicago A friend of mine went through and read a bunch of this blog once she learned I had one. Her main comment was "wow, you really love Chicago." I guess it's true. I pine for London, but Chicago does just fine for now. And it is a beautiful city, even if it is sometimes a flawed sort of beauty. ***** Other Phoctobering: All 2008 Phoctober posts from this site. It isn't too late to

Baseball I stepped outside of my normal routines last night, watching a sporting event in a local bar with some friends. It was the Chicago White Sox Baseball Club Team League Players versus the Bishops of Montreal or Minnesota or something. The two teams had identical records for the season, and the game's outcome would determine which team would advance to the playoffs and the which would

Internet is working again here on the moon, but my return was delayed again due to the recent loss of a friend and colleague. The funeral was sort of lovely (as much as such a thing can be), and I was glad to have a chance to meet his family and share stories of the man we all had in common, who shuffled off his coil at the still-tender age of 41. His name was Kyle. He was a private man, so I

Apologies, gentle Blogreader, for my lack of recent posts. I currently lack internet access at home, and the place I am working gets all frowny when we use the internet for non-work stuff. I expect to be back sometime this weekend.

She has bread Instantly, at the mere sight of the old woman five hundred pigeons

(if not the day) Rusty though I am I recollect the meter: five, seven, and five

Today was the corporate-sponsored Flugtag (Flying Day) and I trudged down to watch people fling their homemade flying machines into the lake. The basic premise is not much more complicated than that. People form a team with their friends, build a vehicle of some kind, throw it off a landing and watch it break nearly instantly and plunge into the chilly depths of Lake Michigan. Their device can