Return Scene Crime

an appropriate entry for the events that transpired today, as an ice pick into the side of a fleshy and beating blog.

i spent most of the day relaxing around a cover letter, rain, and postponed baseball. the situation decided for me to closely monitor the chicago craigslist 'free' section, which procured within the day: a new table, shelving and hangers for my closet, a can of condensed air, more coffee beans, 2 sweaters, a tea kettle, and a 27 inch daewoo tv with surround sound. no shit! it's fucked up what people give away. and keeping with the theme that i'm completely broke, i decided to try to attend a sold-out and previously quite expensive performance of 'this american life' at the chicago theatre. low and behold, i found a woman at the last minute who had an extra ticket and would trade me a gift card for it! i had gotten the gift card only friday ($50.00 at a local bar/grill, which i would've drank away anyways) from opening a bank account at north community bank and figured it was a smart trade for me.

the title of the 'american life' show was "return to the scene of the crime", with themes revolving around that statement, everything from theft to vehicle accident to therapy to crimes against god. featured were the likes of dan savage and joss whedon giving quite heartfelt, funny, and overall entertaining performances. this particular show was a run-through of a broadcast that will be performed live this thursday, both on the air (npr) and in select movie theaters around the country.

and in returning to the scene, as myself being both a blogger prone to gossip and a consumer prone to theft, i wish to leave this scene behind more or less. however, i still shop, i still pick my thoughts off shelves in front of digital audiences and try to keep secrets out of my pockets (concealment is theft, mind you). so i confess today that i still strive to be an open macbook, but have somewhat sworn to keep drunk blogging to a minimum while i sorely feel that alcohol can be a large catalyst for motivation and creativity in my own personal blogosphere. i made the first step by not getting drunk this weekend, trading my 'get drunk free' card for a theatre ticket, and thus writing because of it. though the talk on the train reminded me of the catch 22:

-3 people, well dressed, my age and style, standing as the blue line was stopped for construction between lake and grand. conversing casual literature, heller's catch 22. i've never read it, but know it's basis, which stops me from having any relevance to the conversation, which i wouldn't be in anyways-

it almost sounds as if i'm spirit celibate? no, but it seems 10 drinks a week as a cut back is significantly sound.