Someone explain this to me. Just to make it clear, I was the only other person on the bus, so there were plenty of seats.

Best Song Of All Time Of The Week

Newest of the million features of this blog that I'll probably drop. This is the "Best Song of All Time of the Week". I've noticed I change the best "thing" of all time very frquently, so I figured it would be good to bestow the honor to a different song every week.

This weeks winner (make fun if you like): Fantasy by Mariah Carey.

I need your help!

Kristen and I went and saw Julie and Julia last night. I really enjoyed it. But it also made me realize, that I want to blog about something specific. I've tried to have numerous "theme blogs" like the top ten songs of that day, doing the reviews of the 75 albums a man should own, and I just never stuck with it.

I'm open to suggestions though! Hit me up out there if you can think of a great focus I could give to this blog. Beyond that, I'm just going to try to find something to write about everyday. At least that's a start.

This is the elevator at the Irving Park Brown Line by my office. And people say that city folk aren't helpful!

Blast From the Past

I was just listening to "Adam Raised of Cain" by the Boss and I was reminded of this book I read in elementary school. I found a copy on Amazon and I think it just might be worth the 3 dollars.

The plot is basically this prepubescent boy, in a single parent home, dealing with all of his issues by writing fan letters about them to Bruce Springsteen. I can't remember if the Boss ever writes back or if the kid ever even sends the letters. I just had a vision of Bruce, dictating a response to Max Weinberg, who is furiously typing in shorthand.

It's Another Thing I Never Thought I'd Say

A couple of days ago I sent this e-mail to Kristen after leaving the gym.

"So I never thought I would say this but I kind of understood what people like about working out. Don't get me wrong, I still was counting the seconds until it was over, but my legs pumping and my face covered in sweat felt oddly enjoyable. Still if there was a pill I could take that would produce all the same effects as diet and excercise I would be first in line to buy it."

I'm still not sure what it is people (myself included) enjoy about being sweaty and gross (see the unflattering picture above), but there is something satisfying about it. Not everyday, but some days. Still, I think I'll always be one of those people who has to force themselves to excercise

In other news, I need to shave.

Neglecting the Blog

Sorry to be gone for so long. This weekend Katie came to visit us and her, Kristen, and I joined our other friends in celebrating Keith's birthday. We celebrated by participating in my favorite activity, karaoke. But this has a slight twist. There are a few establishments in Chicago, known as Korean Karaoke bars. What this means is that you get your own room for your group, with couches, big screen tv's, wireless mics, and a karaoke system. You pay 35-40 bucks an hour, depending on the size of the room, as well as paying for your drinks/food (if you eat there, which I don't think anyone does) and for this extra cost, you can belt out Journey songs in the privacy of your friends and you never have to fight with anyone to sing, except for your friends. You are in control of the order of the songs, you just punch in your number and it keeps a running queue of songs. It's my favorite place in the world.