I can imagine my fellow Wisconsinites reading about the bluegill debacle in the paper, thinking, "Those darn Illinoisians, they're at it again."
Good communication is essential in a co-op house. This is a copy of a note written on the whiteboard in our dining room in order to illustrate an important safety point. As you can see, sometimes stick figures help.
I think being at least somewhat unhinged is a necessity in order for me to have the fortitude to continue posting on my blog each day for the month of November.
I think my posts for this month have been of pretty high quality. Of course, it helps to have major life changes while doing this exercise. I think it’s safe to say that this revolution has been televised. Perhaps well-televised. Perhaps to a nauseating level.
They ordered beers, and I ordered a club soda with a lime. I was shocked to discover that there was no charge for the club soda. I realized that I could get used to this lifestyle.
So for now, just mark the time at 7:52 p.m., November 19, 2007. At that very moment, I declared myself a Baha'i.
I remember that in 1986 and 1987, people were introducing the Cocteau Twins to friends in college dorm rooms across the country. Frequently, it would involve someone encouraging a friend to put on headphones, lie down, close their eyes, and just listen to and absorb the music. People frequently had the same reactions I did--they were completely blown away by a sound completely different from anything they'd previously heard.
A housemate of mine has decided to start a weekly “documentary night” at the co-op house in an effort to get housemates together and enjoy some good video documentaries.
Something happens to the night air when the temperature dips before 40 degrees Fahrenheit.
My stomach was going, "no, no, no," but my taste buds were being gleefully transported back to 1972 and were not going to miss this opportunity at nostalgia no matter how much my stomach protested.