Thursday, September 13, 2007

Every Song is a Comeback

When we first get to Pritzner Pavillion at Millennium Park Wilco was not going to go on for about 40 minutes. So my friend Steven Soderbergh (no relation) and I laid down in the lawn and are looking at the sky blue sky (it was, really) and chilled out, eyes half closed. Both of us had worked a long day--I in the clinic, he running delicious wines about the town.

The lady next to us leans over and asks, 'do you have any more of whatever you guy's just did?'

'I just had a big bowl,' I tell her, 'of fettuccini alfredo.'

'Well, I suppose,' she says, 'that would do it, too.'

Watching the show in our hoodies as the sun goes down over the Chicago skyline, the day's cool and reminds me that fall's almost here. And, like Jennifer Grey, I'm having the time of my life.

Monday, September 10, 2007

one month

I haven't even told you about joining the Rugby team yet, have I? Things have been so busy and full the past couple of weeks.

I got back to Iowa for a reunion with my cousins and had a great time. We went canoing and mountain biking up at the farm.

A judge struck down a law prohibiting same sex marriage and my father and his partner of 30 years got married--my sister and I lit the candle at the beginning of the church ceremony. A stay was placed on the order to permit same sex marriages and though they have their marriage license, the clerk was not permitted to record it--so they are in limbo until the state supreme court reviews the appeal.

I went to see David Bazan with my friend Johnny at The Beat Kitchen last Saturday. I've said before that when you think you are the only person in the world who cares about something or are trying to figure out if we have any obligations to anything, Pedro the Lion's voice beckons you out of your wilderness. David Bazan dropped the moniker of Pedro the Lion, but is still standing sentry. Casiotone for the Painfully Alone opened for him. Watching him set up his sound boxes and devices was more interesting than most television.

I also joined a rugby team, the Chicago Dragons. We practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That keeps me pretty busy--it's surprising how much two nights a week takes of your time. We also go out after practice--on school nights. So Wednesday and Friday I typically nap after work. It's just as well though, cause after practice I hurt from working out weird muscles. My shoulder was terribly sore for about 10 days.

More later...