Grassy

When I finally buy a place of my own this tile is going somewhere in my home. Right now it resides in the bathroom of one of my favorite watering holes, and it makes me smile every time I see it. Too fun! After doing some research I found it online at Imagine Tile where I also found a bunch of other cool tiles along with the option to have my own photos printed on tiles! Can you imagine the possibilities? Hmmmm, maybe that's where they came up with their name... Right now I'm envisioning an ivy tiled wall with a sand/grass tiled floor...voilá Wrigley Field bathroom! Just kidding. The urban asphalt and mixed stones are fun too, as is the idea of a custom tiled mural! Don't settle for boring ol' travertine and graphite people, get grassy!

Deliciousness

If anyone needs to find me this summer just look for me at YoBerri. Yum. This stuff is like yogurt crack, except better for you! You feel even healthier watching people go eat at the KFC across the street while you chow on your fat-free yogurt. Mmmmm I want some now. Pineapple/coconut is my favorite so far, but the raspberry topping is pretty good too. On a related note, I don't think I ever knew raspberry was spelled with a 'P' until now. To get some of this deliciousness for yourself stop by 2814 N. Halsted, and don't forget to pick some up for me while you're there!

Oh, and on another related note, I totally got a Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine for my birthday. Get ready for a sidewalk sno-cone stand! Thanks Steve. XX

The Brewster

Finding undiscovered areas of coolness in Chicago is always fun. This past weekend I finally got a peak inside the Brewster building, where my good friend has called home for a few years. Commissioned in 1893 by E.H. Turnock, it is an example of the steel frame construction that was popular during that time. Wandering by Diversey and Pine Grove you would never know from the outside that this building has such an amazing interior. A few movies were shot here back in the day, and Charlie Chaplin lived in the pent house suite at one time. They sure don't make 'em like they used to...

Friendly Confines

This is one of my favorite pictures I've taken of Wrigley. I don't know if it's the cropping, or the fact that I'm never usually on the Clark Street side of things, or the people on the roof with the flags, but I love it. Maybe it has something to do with the Cubs being in first place, but I still love this picture even when we are losing! I don't have a print, I only have this slide that I used for a presentation in college, which adds even more character to the picture. Photographs look so much more amazing when back lit, don't you think? On a related note, I hear the fans cheering at the game as I type this...possibly my favorite part of living where I do.

Happy Mother's Day

Moms are awesome. Don't forget to call yours!

The Metaphorical Sno Cone

Ahh...the introspective blog entry, pardon my rant.
With age comes wisdom, or so they say, so in light of turning another year older I've been doing some thinking.

Someone asked me what I wanted for my birthday and of course I answered aloud something polite like "Oh I don't need anything!" or "Just to have a nice night with friends," but in my mind I couldn't help but think of the gift request that has eluded me all these years: The Snoopy Sno Cone Machine. I'm sure I stopped asking for it during every holiday or event around the age of 8 or so, but clearly I never stopped wanting it. This got me thinking...

I know I will never get it, yet I still hope for it. If only this realization merely applied to shaved ice machines... emails, phone calls, winning the lottery, friendships, relationships, etc etc. Am I optimistic to the point of being perpetually disappointed, or am I really just a pessimist who can't seem to shake the childish ideology that everything will turn out all warm and fuzzy in the end?

I think I try to look for the best in people and situations, but somehow everything seems so cynical in my own head, and when things take a turn for the worse it just confirms my negative thoughts. As much as I hold grudges and feel like it's me against the world sometimes I always have that teeny-tiny voice in my head telling me to keep the hope alive. Clearly I have a problem letting things go!

Does anyone else have this problem?

I guess the only thing to put my world to right is a Snoopy Sno Cone Machine... a metaphorical one of course; though, I'd take a real one too.