da fact dis guy don’t have a show on National Geographic is damn tragic
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Friday, September 21, 2018
chicago taught me everything.
i heard myself talking to people but i was really just talking to myself.
forget about everything else
you’re younger than you think
take pictures of everything
you’re not alone
this beer tastes like shit
midwest summertime humidity and hospitality is the most magical healing combo ive experienced and trust me ive been around the block
the city and suburbs were warm and green and people, rich and poor look you in the eye and tell you right what they think
people had cubs hats on, way more sox hats than i expected, bears shirts, and smiles.
i spotted more than i expected shirtless men.
and amber seriously fell in love with all of it while all along i kept saying this is all a beautiful illusion, for winter is coming.
when you get older and you return to certain places you say, oh yeah, over there used to be the bank and before that it was dinner theater and before that it was a drug store
this time i was turning the dial on the radio and there was no more The Loop.
one day i’d turn it there and its like love songs or something and i kept it there for longer than i shoulda
like i was waiting for something magical to happen and it would come back.
but it never did.
it never does.)
Monday, September 17, 2018
because yesterday at wrigley field it was AT LEAST 90 degrees, probably hotter, with no wind in the Windy City, no shade in the center field bleachers for the 1:20pm start, so i had to use a formerly blonde girl as my umbrella which was fine until she melted in my hands like a chocolate Easter bunny left in a parked car in July in Mexico City.
but i drank Old Style, poured water on my head, hid out beneath the bleachers, and put a Slushie down my shorts. it was Heaven, even though the Cubs didn’t win.
This was Amber’s first trip to Chicago and I hope she had a good time. When we went to the only stand that serves Old Style, she spotted Nachos on the menu and asked if it came with Pico de Guy-o. i was all, girl these people don’t know what that is. (and they didn’t), instead they said, if you get the nachos in the Cubs helmet it comes with EVERYTHING WE HAVE (for the low price of $20). when we saw the Cubs at Dodger Stadium she had nacho envy any time she spied someone eating out of a helmet so she didnt pass up the chance of eating all that gooey cheese and chili (!) in the Friendly Confines.
we were there with my long time friend Monica who ive known since the first day of high school, her handsome husband Patrick, and later we met up with Andy Sternberg and his friend (whose brother has been beating me in the busblog fantasy leagues for far too long)
here we are beneath the bleachers hiding from the heat as we ate and drank and watched the game on tv alongside two football games and enjoying the Cub fans root against the Packers on such a good Sunday it was hard to believe.
and im telling you ive never sweated so much in my life. i immediately took my shirt off despite my belly that reveals im 7 months pregnant (it’s a boy!) but that did no good. so i took off my pants. then my socks. and finally my fur coat. still the sweat was pouring out of me like i had sprung a leak. speaking of… there was a rumor that gentlemen were no longer allowed to take their shirts off at wrigley any longer, especially in the Bleachers. which was something that i couldn’t wait to get thrown in jail for. because some of my favorite baseball men had bared their boobies in the bleachers in the past.
the best being mr bill veeck, who planted the ivy on the walls of wrigley way back.
who had a wooden leg.
who even though he bought the white sox and turned the old comiskey into such a fun place – despite being riddled with american league bozos and south side fans.
the point bill was always making, was the same thing that Andrew W.K. makes today, which is life is short, take off your shirt, and party party party because soon we will be dead and in Heaven and we will have to be ready for the ultimate party up there, which probably also does not include shirts or both of our legs. so lets get some practice in now.
and of course the other is the grand daddy of them all, Mr. Harry Caray who also didn’t have the most Grecian physique but did. not. give. one. fuck. are we not men? and look, the ladies loved him for it. as did the kids. as did the long haired stoners. as did every man woman and child. for fun is universal and man boobs and bellies denote a certain freedom and joie de vreeve that we all admire and desire. so fuck yeah i took my shirt off immediately and wiped my face with it because it was hotter than than a stripper on a mid day pole and i was sweating harder than a long tailed cat at a rocking chair convention. throw me out copper – but they never did for they were hot as hell too.
which brings us to Old Style.
i am a man of a certain age
who remembers a time when the bleachers were not always packed (or $70 on stub hub), and people weren’t clamoring to build houses and hotels on the monopoly boards of Clark and Addison.
indeed, my mom would give teenage me $10 to go to the game, and $3 got us a bleacher seat, $5 got you an old style, and you could probably get a hot dog for $2 and you were in hog heaven. apparently it’s tough to pay millionaires tens of millions more to play for your team with those sorts of prices, and people really do love their beer, so jack up the rates they did. but they also cut certain deals with giant brewers like Budweiser to make them the semi-exclusive distributor of suds in the stands.
but somehow even these genius businesspeople know that Old Style is as synonymous to the Cubs as ivy and day games. so ownership, God Bless em, told Bud that they really couldn’t rip Lacrosse Wisconsin’s greatest export from Wrigley, in part because men my age are nostalgic about certain things like our first beer. And we will pay top dollar and we will seek out the one stand beneath the stands that no one goes to, in order to relive their childhood.
and that stand still exists under the right field bleachers and a portion of the proceeds goes to a special school on the North West Side of town and i guess that made it ok for Budweiser which made it ok with the Cubs which made it ok with the world. so i buy it and drink it and love it. OK?!
the Brewers lost too which brought the Cubs Magic Number down to 11. the team travels to AZ today to take on the red hot Diamondbacks as part of a 30-game stretch without a day off. and they are def limping into Bethlehem barely able to scratch a run or two together, but fortunately the pitching is so strong.
like my B.O.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
do i love driving? yes.
have i figured out how to do this damn thing in pretty much the entire city?
the reason to drive around USC is because it’s little quick trips that are easy on your car, easy on the gas, and very little traffic so easy on your soul.
none of the rides will get you over $4 but like they used to say on tv, its all about volume volume volume. especially on a monday night which happens to be a Jewish holiday thus the rest of the city is dead.
but whenever you figure out a trick, The System will screw you.
the problem with USC is ubes never pays you right. its supposed to be like $3.08 a ride, but if its a pool the system only pays you $1.54 per person – which is half of what it should pay you. and you have to go back in your records and write them an email with all of the ride IDs — and guess what, sometimes Ubes wont write you back.
so you have to write again. and again. and then fight with someone clear across the other side of the world who would be sooooo happy with making $1.54 in 5 minutes, but bro, im supposed to be making $3.08 in 5 minutes. im driving a Benz. im college educated. I HAVE A BLOG TO SUPPORT.
im talking to chinese girls about their midterms. im talking to freshmen frat dudes who say getting girls is easy because the girls think bc youre young you dont know what youre doing, but you do know what youre doing, he says, on his way to taco bell to pick up food for the entire house. youre talking to sorority girls about their perfume. youre talking to a girl who got in on a full ride because shes badass at the Oboe. so i go, who is the greatest Oboe player today?
and she says Eugene Izotov. she says he plays with the Chicago Symphony. i flip my Cubs hat around so she can see it and say, the Chicago? who was the conductor, is that Solti? she informs me that Solti has been dead for years, that the conductor has been Muti for a while. so we talk about Dudamel. i deserve my full $3.08, uber. no frickin robot is gonna spin his Cubs hat around and talk classical while playing punk rock in a benzo sipping on a super big gulp of cherry coke with a forgotten jack n the box taco in the glove box.
at some point i felt like i had had enough. 21 rides in 3 hours. so whereas normally i refused UberX calls, i took one. hopefully they were headed to hollywood. worst case scenario they wanted to go to DTLA. but just my luck it was a french dude who had a tiny suitcase. an Oboe? no. he wanted to go to LAX. mama mia. ok, i’ll make $20 i thought. wrong again. $16.50.
why would ubes lower its fares sooo low that an airport ride from USC (which is one end of LA) to LAX (the other) would net the driver less than $20 if he is trying to make the Uber X hustle? dont they know thats exactly what will kill the driver? that will make him stop – or worse – thats what will make him just switch over to Lyft exclusively because on such a ride, for sure the passenger will tip him a few bucks, because trust me, if i can exchange classical facts with a pretty girl on a 4 minute ride, what can i parlez avec un frog on his way to Chicago on a 45 minute LAX run?
i told him to get a girlfriend immediately because when the cold wind blows he might need two girlfriends to keep him warm, skinny as he is.
illustration by the French artist YoAz
Friday, March 11, 2016
I love you Chicago
If your weather wasn’t the worst in the whole wide world I would have never moved.
Thank you for saving the Republic.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Some things, especially evil things, you’d think would last forever. But alas, life constantly surprises.
News is coming out that WLS-AM, one of the biggest radio stations in the nation, is ending it’s deal with one Rush Limbaugh, biggest blowhard on the air.
It’s clear he hates women, minorities, and the poor, and ironically, he is one of the reasons that WLS (which originally stood for World’s Largest Store: Sears) has lost $4 million over the last year in sales. Apparently advertisers aren’t as giddy about being associated with the likes of Limbaugh as they once were. Boycotts are nasty things.
But life isn’t.
Hang in there, nice people. Evil doesn’t always prevail.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
it’s true that staycations are cheaper and stressfree, but we should stretch our wings a few times a year.
and for sure you should see your momma as often as you can.
chicago the last few days did its best to make itself known. a lot of things went wrong.
im typically cool under pressure but i was out of my comfort zone and very little went right.
but my mom and i were able to eat at my favorite chinese joint and i was lucky enough to sample a wide variety of local and foreign beers.
my poor mother must think im a drunk because everywhere we go either im drinking or looking for a drink. truth is i barely touch the stuff in LA, perhaps because i’m usually driving.
but my mom drives everywhere around here and won’t negotiate when it comes to that so i just drink up and enjoy the ride.
yesterday we did the old swap where i gave her my xbiphone and i took her phone.
it’s one way to keep the snoops off yr trail but unfortunately they put so much malarkey in there it’s tough to erase and restore, which is what i was doing all night.
only got a few hours of sleep because i had to get a 6am (!) limo from her house to the airport so i could catch my 9am flight.
sometimes i think my moms favorite thing to do is to wake up early to catch a plane. she was up before i was to collect all my crap and make sure i got up and showered in time.
shes the best of all.
limo guy was a little too anxious. clearly a new agent. i put in my earbuds and ignored him.
he drove wildly, tailgating, honking, cussing.
i took out one of the speakers in my ear and i said, tommy
he said, yes sir.
i said it’s freaking 6:30 in the morning. pretend theres an open bowl of water out here and if none of it spills you get an extra $20. also, slow the hell down.
he got the point.
the midwest was beautiful as we drove past cornfields and rivers as the sun rose and poor shmucks went to whereever they had to go on a saturday morning.
and even though i know money doesn’t really solve any problems, i schemed ways i could get a few extra bucks so i could take my mom
and maybe my niece or my nephew to a fun spot in the next year or two.
italy, vegas, sweden.
somewhere no one has to wake up til noon.
and somewhere where phones are not the center of our universe.
Friday, September 26, 2014
and thus cancels a flight of a former xbi agent?
said agent finds said dude
who is later discovered with “self inflicted” wounds.
“stop stabbing yourself, stabby,” he keeps mumbling to himself as he is wheeled to the ambulance.
two things: why is it that our electrical grid is so sensitive that entire states can be wiped out due to human error?
and how come the second busiest airport in america can be crippled because of one stinking fire?
all these electrical engineers making all this money and no one knows about Redundancy?
if the US was ever attacked we’d be doomed.
if I was Obama, i’d fund one less air craft carrier and reinvest that money into the infrastructure of the good ole USA.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
do you know charles shultz tried to warn us via Peanuts?
all those kids who were lo-key and monotone so much
intellectual but had already given up by 8 years old.
and the biggest lesson was Lucy’s going to try to f you over whenever she can.
shes not gonna let you kick that ball, charlie brown.
try all you want, but you’ll never be cooler than your dog.
it all became true.
tonight my mom and i ate sushi, drank sake, and tried to figure out what the plan is gonna be like for christmas.
shes the hardest working person in showbiz and even in a job that doesnt respect her she gives 100%
shes nervous they wont let her take christmas week off because it’s so busy there at that time.
we walked around the mall that was built when i was in high school.
it’s so run down inside and out that she doesnt even notice the dumpsters in the parking lot.
this mall was the most sparkling hopeful place in all of the suburbs a few decades ago and now half of the stores inside are empty and the other half are halfassed stores that arent even trying.
we walked into a sports shop to browse jerseys and hats and there were three old men from india behind the counter
one guy couldnt stop coughing and the other two just looked at each other.
i swear i saw a tumbleweed roll by.
only stores with any business? the cinnabon and the one black barber shop on one side of the mall, and the black beauty parlor on the other side of the mall.
usually when i see an empty space my mind can think of some way creatively to fill it
but this place, oh man, i got nothin.
turn the whole place into the midwest’s largest strip club?
an orphanage? for like every orphan in chicago?
only thing i could think of was to film a zombie movie in there cuz thats how it felt.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Last Saturday night, I picked up 4 women in Lincoln Park and drove them to Lottie’s Pub. They were very fun and included me in their conversation.
I couldn’t tell you what we talked about except at the very end.
They mentioned that someone named “Charlie” was going to be there.
It was obvious from the way they were talking that they believed this person to be important or famous.
I asked “Charlie who?”
They said a guy on Chicago Fire.
I was skeptical until we pulled up a short time later and saw the actor that plays Peter Mills on Chicago Fire standing outside Lottie’s.
I watch the show occasionally, but my wife and son watch it every week.
I knew I needed to get a picture with him.
He was a super nice guy and was more than happy to have his picture taken with me.
I haven’t driven any famous people yet, so this is as close as I have gotten so far.
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