Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Tao Lin, Getting Lost, and Purple Rain Purple Rain

I saw Tao Lin tonight at the Book Cellar! He signed the book I just finished, "Richard Yates" and a book I'm just starting, "Eeeee Eee Eeee". He was amazingly awkward.

I wanted to say something witty and tell him how much his writing has impacted me in the short time I've been reading him.

But I was scared and the wit wouldn't come out.

Fortunately, another writer from Roosevelt convinced me to go back in line and show him a flyer for our Literary Magazine, Oyez Review. Both of us, brave, extended an invitation for him to submit. He nodded, then folded our flyer into a box, where he placed other cards that people have given him inside. I'm not sure if that's good or not.

BUT I MET TAO LIN.

On the way home, I got off on the wrong stop. I was lost, but I wasn't scared because I heard music. It was like Chicago was rocking out for me.

I followed it, and, sure enough, there was an outdoor concert, a band called 16 Candles, singing "Purple Rain" to a crowd of people, on outdoor tables, drinking beer. A sign over them read "Octoberfest". Maybe they're trying to get a jump on the month. Ambush the fucker.

A man with long hair was grooving to it. His facial features were exactly like Patrick Swayze. His dancing was not. Then it reminded me that he was gone and I became sad. Then I became happy again, because two lesbians were slow dancing in front of me. They looked like they had known each other for years. Someday, I want to love a lesbian that much.

I think things will work out here. Purple Rain. Purple Rain.



Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Places I Thought Were Local But Are Not Local, Part 1: McCormick and Schmick's

McCORMICK AND SCHMICK'S. I thought you were a local restaurant in Philadelphia. YOU ARE NOT A LOCAL RESTAURANT IN PHILADELPHIA.

I spent a lot of money at your Philadelphia restaurant thinking I was spending money at a local Philadelphia restaurant. But here I see you in Chicago. YOU ARE NOT LOCAL.

I HATE YOU McCORMICK AND SCHMICK'S!