The apocalypse seems a lot further off
in Chicago. Happy Memorial Day weekend everybody--I owe probably every single person reading this blog an email and I apologize, apparently it's tougher to get wireless access here than I am used to in Brooklyn. Thank goodness. The bookslut reading at Hopleaf was great, thank you to everyone who came out. Michelle Tea and I both read about vaginas and Gary Amdahl read about a guy who calls himself a visigoth so it was v.v.v. fun.
Yesterday I took a little detour up to the prairie and napped in a hammock at the Ragdale Foundation and it was beyond idyllic (irises, fountains, calming noises of the bugs in the trees), then hung with a bunch of the Chicago artist posse and talked to my favorite photographer about Irigaray, and how the fuck often does that happen over the grill? Never. Delicious. Everybody in the neighborhood hanging out on their decks, music going, perfection, ready for summer.
Now it is all about Now, Voyager and air conditioning. The thing about visiting Ron is he has every single movie you could ever think of so if you are in a Bette Davis mood, say, you're going to be able to take your pick. He is ironing now, which may sound weird but it is the sheet that will be the screen for the neighborhood's outdoor movie tonight, To Catch A Thief. My hood at home is amazing but Chicago is really so vibrant and not gobbled up by hipsters and hedge funds and it's so great to visit an American city that feels like it's in such great shape. Yum.