The world is so boring without electricity, but also kind of nice. I went to bed at a too decent hour and read a ton and well, that is about it. So this past weekend I had to spice things up a little bit. Mom had a conference in Chicago last week so I joined her for the weekend. We went to the Field Museum and saw Sue, and went to the Shedd Aquarium, where I ended up sitting for hours watching the fish even after Mom had to catch a cab to the airport. We went on the architecture boat tour, where we learned that one of the biggest, hottest fires in history helped inspire an architecture which makes buildings look like they wear their skeletons on the outside. And we saw Jersey Boys, about Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. It was a great show, and we didn't even let the fact that our Broadway meal beforehand was McDonald's bother us. I have noticed a funny thing; the more I travel the less I bring along. It seems like some kind of Buddist idea of the soul's travels, or maybe ultra-capitalist in efficency. Anyway, the weekend was great, even the flight home, which I ended up on with David. Now it is back to tons of work- oh well, "big girls don't cry"!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Windy Week to Windy City
The world is so boring without electricity, but also kind of nice. I went to bed at a too decent hour and read a ton and well, that is about it. So this past weekend I had to spice things up a little bit. Mom had a conference in Chicago last week so I joined her for the weekend. We went to the Field Museum and saw Sue, and went to the Shedd Aquarium, where I ended up sitting for hours watching the fish even after Mom had to catch a cab to the airport. We went on the architecture boat tour, where we learned that one of the biggest, hottest fires in history helped inspire an architecture which makes buildings look like they wear their skeletons on the outside. And we saw Jersey Boys, about Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. It was a great show, and we didn't even let the fact that our Broadway meal beforehand was McDonald's bother us. I have noticed a funny thing; the more I travel the less I bring along. It seems like some kind of Buddist idea of the soul's travels, or maybe ultra-capitalist in efficency. Anyway, the weekend was great, even the flight home, which I ended up on with David. Now it is back to tons of work- oh well, "big girls don't cry"!
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