Sunday June Twenty-Third Twenty Twenty Four

On Last Week

Man, it feels like I am getting back to myself. These last two weeks have been such a blur. I spent most of the first week getting ready for my two guests. My first guest came in last Saturday and it was nonstop until Thursday. I ran myself ragged and ended up sick from then till maybe two days from now. I feel much better today than yesterday; hoping for a better tomorrow.

Every kind of adventure like this is an excuse to slack off on my responsibilities. I took that to the fullest extent possible and now I am glad to finally get back to the humdrum of boring life. I have another week in June and want to finish off strong!

I am like 3 books behind on my book a week goal right now. Two of them, Utopia and Synchronicity are both almost complete. If I can finish those two this week and then finish two more next week I will be back on track. I am in a spot mentally right now willing to put that kind of time and effort into it.

With the lack of sleep from the partying and then the sickness right at the chase I was not worth a damn at work. I plan on giving it my all next week. I want to talk to my boss about education next week.

Time with Friends

I took my first friend, Sexray, out for several days of straight high octane no rest adventure. Showing her everything I knew worth doing in Chicago. We went to a show, to the highest bar in Chicago, the ball game was her idea, and plenty of places to drink. I like hanging out with her. I like people that can do wildly different things. Some people get on snooty when I want to attend a dubstep concert and after hit up the art museum. She is not one of them. And I apperciate that about her.

I was in the mood for a fancy cocktail on Sunday. There are a few places that serve those that I have been eyeballing. The Milk Room was not one of them but it should have. When we walked into the hotel it was obvious that we would have our thirst quenched. Talk about high class. We found the bar we were looking for and made it inside. Reservation only, but they got us in on an hour spot.

Talk about a demanding room. The candle lit room had a pace and weight of its own. We talked in whispers huddled under a candle to read the menu. The class and sophistication of the four drinks we had were no less than masterpieces. We paid with our souls to have those drinks and I would be damned if I said I would not do it again.

Please go to the Milk Room. Do not tell them I told you to go. They will not care. They have one care in the world. Spirit forward cocktails.

My second friend stayed only for a night. She was passing though. Looking back on it, I should have taken a slower pace with her. I was so wrapped in the go go go that I think we should have done less with our time and it would have resulted in more.

Sad moods

I usually spend the last part of my entry talking about the book I have read this week, and well, I haven't finished last weeks book yet so I do not have much to write about. I promised myself to write about my bum ass mood in the next entry and well here I am. Writing that entry I said I would.

The rate of new ideas I am finding and the depth I have researched old ones has at times becomes unbearable. When two or three books line up just right I think it results in a swirling in my head. Juggling all of these new thoughts and ideas leaves little room for watching my sensibilites. The subjects, mostly literature and philosphy, have had me face the human condition in manners and details that I sometimes have a difficult time swallowing.

If you are some sop reading this entry I have a quote I would like to share with you.


It is unbecoming of an old man to study philosphy. - Plato


Plato did not say this word for word and try as I might I have not found the book of his that talks about it. I do not want to reread everything of his I have read already but I think it comes from Gorgias.

If you are in need of something look for it. Once the duty is done, quit while you are ignorant. Everything else is a danger to yourself and those you talk about it to. Some books I read help me with the cognitive riddles I was born with, others make sure I am happy about my position. However lonely. But all of them are problematic and contagious.

All of them though, I would hardly recommend to man in a healthy state of mind.

The last night of Canal Days

I forget what this is but it has gin and lemon juice

Massive fire as seen from the John Handcock

The bean is closed

Yookie Concert

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