We're just hanging around.

They've found their happy place. This is an inspiration to me.

While I organize my thoughts around taking pride in braving the Polar Vortex upon its second visit to Chicago, right now I'd like to share a more inspirational moment of levity over the weekend. I like to call this my happy place. Well, at least one of them.

A few quick thoughts on The Grammys.

Daft Punk photo via The Grammys

The musical performances largely sucked and showed just how out of touch the show's organizers are when it comes to what's actually entertaining. The fact that there are 82 Grammy Awards but only a smattering get handed out live on television is pretty insulting to all artists. And running credits over Trent Reznor and Queens of the Stone Age is a travesty only suprassed by the travesty of bringing Lindsey Buckingham onstage with you and then playing zero Lindsay Buckingham songs.

But there was one huge surprise last night. On the telecast a lot of the awards actually went to people who largely deserved them. And while America probably largely scratched its collective head wondering why robots and Paul Williams were collecting all the big Grammys while Jay-Z and taylor Swift spent the majority of the show in their seats and not onstage I was sitting in front of the TV actually smiling at the Grammys for once.

And of course there was this.


Maybe next year the producers should hand over the reins to those guys in the video and let them plan the show.

Snow joke.

More snow is on the way. The polar vortex is coming back. People are already freaking out and talking about closing offices on Monday. Hey winter, enough already. We are a hardy bunch here in the Midwest but this is just ridiculous.

Music, some you should maybe and some you should definitely, check out.

Brendan Benson heard I reviewed his album and now he's curious. Photo taken by me.

I've written a few reviews over the last few days for recent releases. Yesterday I covered the new albums from both Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks and Brendan Benson. I liked one quite a bit and was rather cnflicted about the other. Read on and find out which was which!

Earlier today I reviewed the debut album from Z, formerly the frontman for Ultra Sonic Edukators (one of those local bands that was surprisingly good and even more surprisingly never really broke out before breaking up). If you like Britpop of Blur / Damon Albarn, you're going to like this stuff. I really think you should read my review. But I like this album so much I'll also include the whole thing streaming and downloadable below for free.


If you dig it, spread the word.

Teaching by example.

The ladies in my life show me how it's done. 

Everything thrums yet nothing comes out when you want it to.

Rat-a-tat-tat the recent posts have been sub-bullets and it's not because I have nothing to say but every time I think of what I ant to muse about I'm nowhere near a keyboard or if I am I'm too busy to redirect my efforts towards the personal. It's frustrating. And it also means I have to get better about taking notes on the flashes of inspiration because they are harder and harder to recapture as my brain ages. Instead the thought flickers and flutters just behind my eyeballs, reminding me that it's there but resisting my attempts to recapture and form it further.

It's actually worse than writer's block, if you ask me; you have the ideas just not the time t illuminate them properly so they can stand on their own forever.

Super gross commutes.

Today has made Tuesday most definitely into a Monday, thanks to the CTA, and that's all I'm gonna say.

Back to reality.

This was a really great weekend. But now it's time to get back to the real world. At least in re-entering the regular routine finally feeling refreshed. I didn't vacation over the holidays and due to when the holidays actually fell it never felt like I really had time off so this was badly needed. 

Three day weekend!

This couldn't have come at a more perfect time.

Ouch, my head!

Who fell flat on his back and hit his head due to an unseen patch of ice on his way home Tuesday night? You guessed it, this guy. Who ended up in the ER yesterday morning because he was feeling funky and his doctor's office scared the holy bejeezus out of him and though he should get his head scanned. Yup, me! And who ended up having no sign of an internal bleed, news which led to elation until the supervising ER doc also told me that two scans in two years meant my head had taken in radiation equivalent to "hundreds" of X-rays and I probably didn't want to expose myself to much more in the near future? Me, myself and I!

My head still hurst but I'm glad it wasn't a concussion as bad as my last one, even if I'm now soaked in radiation. Also, maybe it's time for me to just start wearing a helmet when I walk to protect my head.

The world is not built on absolutes.

Photo by Chelsea Gomez (Oakes)

I am truly growing concerned that people are only learning how to react to and not actually think through and evaluate a situation. Too many times I'm amazed at how folks will take an opposing stance to something and then refuse to budge even when a fuller picture comes to light. It's sad but it's also worrisome because I'm seeing even people I consider to be really intelligent becoming hobbled by a narrow worldview.

We all have our beliefs—and I'm not suggesting we should become so wishy-washy when it comes to viewing all sides of an issue that we never form an opinion—but the world is not built on absolutes. It's built on complicated and often conflicting components that build complex situations and to latch onto one piece of a larger problem and claim that's the only segment that matters is no way to solve it sensibly.

In an era when information is coming at us at an astounding speed it's even more important than ever to truly process this stuff instead of selectively grabbing this bit or that piece that fits nicely with your own beliefs.Yes, it's incredibly easy to do just that but that makes it all the more important that you don't.

It's good to remember these things.

I saw a girl today that reminded me of someone I had a huge crush on in the late '90s and early '00s. She was about my age, and pretty but unconventionally attractive.When she's talk to me I'd be all ears, and she'd drag me around with her until a guy she thought was cute would walk in the room whereuponI was promptly forgotten. And I put up with it. Back then I still believed that if you just proved what a nice guy you were a girl would eventually like you. And while this is true in some cases, it's almost never true when you're in your twenties and working in bars or service industry jobs and you're respected but just not cool enough for the bad girls to chase. At that point I wasn't a bad boy. (That came later, for a spell, I'm not wholly proud to admit.)

I ran into this girl again a few months ago and we again hung out in a totally friends-only fashion yet when some guy walked in the room and she stopped talking to me and went to flirt with him it still hurt. It was ludicrous for me to feel that way—not least of all because the woman I'm with is a thousand times smarter and a thousand times hotter than my previous crush—but it just reminded me of what it was like to be a 20-something who was still trying to navigate the world of romance (or at least hooking up without completely embarrassing oneself). Seeing her lookalike today brought up a brief flash of heat which only served to remind me that no matter how old or cool or confident I get, somewhere deep in there's still a fragment of the kid still trying to learn the ways of the world. It's actually a really good thing to be reminded of, I think.

How I feel today.

Nuff said.

[via Amanda]

This is SO something Betty the Beagle wold have done!

What a smart, and I'm sure an absolute handful of a, dog.


Betty would be proud.

[h/t Gawker]

That thing where an old friend posts a bunch of photos of you and your friends from twenty years ago.

What AM I waving at? And WHAT am I WEARING?

The sensation of seeing your 20-year-old self surrounded by your friends at the time reminds you that no matter what the era, the wild youth will always have questionable tastes in clothing. And hair. But goddamn am I glad my friend Traci was actually one of the few to actually photographically document that era and still has the photos to upload into the digital realm (for me to view with fond sentimentality and you to get a good giggle out of).

I still own this suit. Also, my friends and I wore suits one night and then skirts the next. CRAZY.

Best Of lists are hard. At least this year.

I finally narrowed down the albums I want to write about and am in the midst of writing about them but jeebis it gets taxing about ten summaries in! Also, I think I'm going to need to rework my introduction because I wrote it a few days ago and upon revisiting it I think I just come off as a crotchety old man instead of a gentleman speaking from years of wisdom. If I do change it, maybe I'll reprint the original here where only a few hundred instead of a few thousand will see it.

It's still freaking cold in Chicago.

Yup, we're still dealing with negative temps today, but now it's only -9° F instead of -16° F so life is returning to normal. I mean look, we totally have the cold weather gear to handle this. 

See? Totally got it under control. I can't wait until this weekend when it hits the 30s and we trade in our parkas for speedos!

One year ago.

One year ago today Betty the Beagle passed away. I still miss her and my heart jumps a little every time I see another beagle bouncing down the block with their little nose to the ground. So here's a few videos to remind y'all just what a cutie she was.

The future looks bright.

Everyone else is focused on the near future, specifically this coming Monday when temperatures are predicted to range between -8˚ and -52˚ F in Chicago, but my eyes are on a focal point more distant. My eyes are on something bright and shiny and in my future and I believe the gears that will crank me through 2014 have already begun to carry me towards where I'm supposed to be. And I'm not pretending every step will be an easy one, but for once I do believe every step will feel like a natural and necessary one.

Not quite snowmageddon, but...

We've gotten well over a foot of snow. I've shoveled our walk eight times. It's finally stopped for now but we're expecting temperatures to arrive where the day's high is UNDER 0° F. And we've all gone into work; no snow days here. 

And why haven't we moved out west?*

*Who am I kidding, I'm not moving westward any time soon. This weather builds character! Or something like that.