coffee, tom stack, smashing, nailing, framing.
chuck, electrical.
rooms, suddenly. sitting and looking at shop.
go home to bathe.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
friday
woke, dress in yesterday's filthy clothes, coffee, TBM.
today i got an eggnog latte instead of a mocha.
the dumpster only had 2 big bags of alien garbage, so i kept loading what scraps i could find. chuck the electrician showed up around 10 and started making a plan for wiring the front third of the building. exploratory cutting, removing old outlets and switches, etc.
i cut out a run of old black gas pipe, pulled up some framing base plates, loaded all the scrap metal into the alley (gone in ten minutes), and tried to stay out of chuck's way.
around 3 i cut out for home. bathed, took seth into the yard, cut our mantel down a bit so it will be level when i reinstall it around the wood stove. doing dishes is pretty much my least favorite chore, but i did two batches, since they've managed to pile up in the last few days.
started trying to catch up with this blog and several days' worth of unanswered email.
ichatting with xan:
today i got an eggnog latte instead of a mocha.
the dumpster only had 2 big bags of alien garbage, so i kept loading what scraps i could find. chuck the electrician showed up around 10 and started making a plan for wiring the front third of the building. exploratory cutting, removing old outlets and switches, etc.
i cut out a run of old black gas pipe, pulled up some framing base plates, loaded all the scrap metal into the alley (gone in ten minutes), and tried to stay out of chuck's way.
around 3 i cut out for home. bathed, took seth into the yard, cut our mantel down a bit so it will be level when i reinstall it around the wood stove. doing dishes is pretty much my least favorite chore, but i did two batches, since they've managed to pile up in the last few days.
started trying to catch up with this blog and several days' worth of unanswered email.
ichatting with xan:
thursday
woke up and ran out as fast as i could. had to get to the shop, as the dumpster was coming, and the shop has a foot of crap on all the floors. got (coffee) to the shop, saw that i had beaten the dumpster, so i kept tearing drywall down, tracking old wires through the ceilings, pulling nails from 2x4s.
chad came by around 11, and took me to kaufmann's deli up on dempster, which is pretty much the best food near TBM. amazing old-school place. pickled tomatoes in a vat. bakery. corned beef. hhhrrrrrgh.
i called about the dumpster at 1pm, they said it was on the way.
we took our sandwiches back to TBM and ate, then chad was able to hang out and work for a while. he pulled nails from downed 2x4s, until about 3 or so, when he took off.
i took a sawzall to the copper joints of the raditor supply lines, thus dumping several gallons of black boiler water onto the floor. i shoveled broken drywall and ceiling tiles into the puddles to soak up the wet.
at 4:30 i called again about the dumpster. i was less pleasant.
started removing the radiators. here is the room at this time:
at 5:30 the dumpster arrived. they sent me a 20 yard box, instead of the 15 yard i ordered, but for the 15 price. by 7:30 i had loaded the thing by myself, running frantically back and forth with insulation, broken drywall, ceiling tiles, and shit.
same room, reverse angle, after cleaning:
ran home quickly, itchily. showered, and headed south with di to the metro to see battles. openers were all good, but played too long. caribou was really good, and played way too long, which kind of ruined them for me.
battle were shit-hot. weird dynamics in the band, not sure i can imagine their process. there's always someone who's not playing at any given moment. they were really really good, though, seemingly as excited to see themselves playing as everyone in the audience was.
when they "finished", but before any encores, di and i left. di was really inspired by what she had seen, and was talking about the set like someone who was high. transcendental. i agree.
home, take seth into the yard, bed. 1:30am.
chad came by around 11, and took me to kaufmann's deli up on dempster, which is pretty much the best food near TBM. amazing old-school place. pickled tomatoes in a vat. bakery. corned beef. hhhrrrrrgh.
i called about the dumpster at 1pm, they said it was on the way.
we took our sandwiches back to TBM and ate, then chad was able to hang out and work for a while. he pulled nails from downed 2x4s, until about 3 or so, when he took off.
i took a sawzall to the copper joints of the raditor supply lines, thus dumping several gallons of black boiler water onto the floor. i shoveled broken drywall and ceiling tiles into the puddles to soak up the wet.
at 4:30 i called again about the dumpster. i was less pleasant.
started removing the radiators. here is the room at this time:
at 5:30 the dumpster arrived. they sent me a 20 yard box, instead of the 15 yard i ordered, but for the 15 price. by 7:30 i had loaded the thing by myself, running frantically back and forth with insulation, broken drywall, ceiling tiles, and shit.
same room, reverse angle, after cleaning:
ran home quickly, itchily. showered, and headed south with di to the metro to see battles. openers were all good, but played too long. caribou was really good, and played way too long, which kind of ruined them for me.
battle were shit-hot. weird dynamics in the band, not sure i can imagine their process. there's always someone who's not playing at any given moment. they were really really good, though, seemingly as excited to see themselves playing as everyone in the audience was.
when they "finished", but before any encores, di and i left. di was really inspired by what she had seen, and was talking about the set like someone who was high. transcendental. i agree.
home, take seth into the yard, bed. 1:30am.
wednesday
sitting here on friday, trying to recall wednesday. this is part of why i started this blog anyway. i have no idea where the days go, sometimes.
by noon i was at my desk, working.
i worked on the metropolis coffee drawing a bit, and did a shirt for andrew.
later, though, i went down to WTTW, arriving a little after 6pm. i met up with isaac and lisa, the two other "40 under 40" folks to be featured on "chicago tonight". the interview was brief, and i think i probably sounded pretty dumb, live. "well i, uh.... ha..."
from there, i ran over to southport to meet up with di, mat &sue, and nadine & nick. after waiting about an hour for a table, we ate at tango sur. i have GREAT chilean salmon in penne. ooof. time was short, so we hoofed it down the block to the music box theater just as bill plympton was being introduced, in turn introducing his film-in-progress, "angels and idiots".
really enjoyed the film, especially as it was not completely colored yet, with bits of the story only roughed in, and others which were totally finished. the plot was good, but i was tired about 3/4 of the way through and kept losing track of the film as my eyes closed.
when the film ended, i got a postcard signed by mr. plympton in the lobby.
long goodnights with the gang, then walked di to her car and drove home in mine.
bed, sleep.
by noon i was at my desk, working.
i worked on the metropolis coffee drawing a bit, and did a shirt for andrew.
later, though, i went down to WTTW, arriving a little after 6pm. i met up with isaac and lisa, the two other "40 under 40" folks to be featured on "chicago tonight". the interview was brief, and i think i probably sounded pretty dumb, live. "well i, uh.... ha..."
from there, i ran over to southport to meet up with di, mat &sue, and nadine & nick. after waiting about an hour for a table, we ate at tango sur. i have GREAT chilean salmon in penne. ooof. time was short, so we hoofed it down the block to the music box theater just as bill plympton was being introduced, in turn introducing his film-in-progress, "angels and idiots".
really enjoyed the film, especially as it was not completely colored yet, with bits of the story only roughed in, and others which were totally finished. the plot was good, but i was tired about 3/4 of the way through and kept losing track of the film as my eyes closed.
when the film ended, i got a postcard signed by mr. plympton in the lobby.
long goodnights with the gang, then walked di to her car and drove home in mine.
bed, sleep.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
later tuesday night.
okay: left home around 5:30am i think, drove to screwball to burn a screen and mix ink. set up the next color for the sound opinions reprint for either steve or mat, whoever prints today.
left screwball at 6:30, stopped for coffee at lincoln & mccormick, then went to TBM.
smashing: did it.
ordered a 15 yard dumpster from the waste company to put right in front of the shop, then went to the city around 1pm to get a permit for the dumpster. don't need a permit. nice!
did some emailings at home, posted to gigposters.com about the article in crain's, then shaved, bathed, and walked seth.
drove over to the EL at 4:45pm. while on the platform waiting for the train, someone called asking me to be on WTTW TV tomorrow night to discuss the crain's article. i have later plans, but can make the 6:30 taping/broadcast (on wednesday).
i guess i haven't mentioned: crain's chicago business included me in their annual "40 under 40" article, which means, i guess, that i'm some sort of entrepreneur, or at least have an entreprenurial air about me.w
arrived at the hyatt regency ballroom, saw jon "capitalistpig" hoenig right off the bat, and met a couple of the other 39 of the "40 under 40". soon i saw my childhood friend justin jarvinen walk past, so we got to catch up on the last 19 years.
seated for dinner, barack obama's campaign manager (or similar position), david axelrod, talked as the keynote speaker. the owner of crain's talked. i was under-dressed and out of my league and feeling WAY more uncomfortable than i ever do in daily life, but dinner was really good: chicken and halibut over rice, vegetables, etc.
met jeff, the husband of joanna schneider, another elementary school classmate. met pete dumont, owner of the company that hired me for the intercontinental job. met various friends-of-friends.
left as soon as i could, at no fault of the event. i just was really uncomfortable. finally got a copy of the magazine, though, which i had not yet seen.
walked back to the train, sat, happily, carrying various booty i was given by nice people in suits. dude across the aisle from me on the train was snoring, leaning over sideways.
called my folks at 10pm from the train to see if they were awake - hadn't yet told them about the whole crain's thing, but they saw it today.
debarked at noyes, drove home, talked to di, bloggin with no pants on, sitting up in bed.
left screwball at 6:30, stopped for coffee at lincoln & mccormick, then went to TBM.
smashing: did it.
ordered a 15 yard dumpster from the waste company to put right in front of the shop, then went to the city around 1pm to get a permit for the dumpster. don't need a permit. nice!
did some emailings at home, posted to gigposters.com about the article in crain's, then shaved, bathed, and walked seth.
drove over to the EL at 4:45pm. while on the platform waiting for the train, someone called asking me to be on WTTW TV tomorrow night to discuss the crain's article. i have later plans, but can make the 6:30 taping/broadcast (on wednesday).
i guess i haven't mentioned: crain's chicago business included me in their annual "40 under 40" article, which means, i guess, that i'm some sort of entrepreneur, or at least have an entreprenurial air about me.w
arrived at the hyatt regency ballroom, saw jon "capitalistpig" hoenig right off the bat, and met a couple of the other 39 of the "40 under 40". soon i saw my childhood friend justin jarvinen walk past, so we got to catch up on the last 19 years.
seated for dinner, barack obama's campaign manager (or similar position), david axelrod, talked as the keynote speaker. the owner of crain's talked. i was under-dressed and out of my league and feeling WAY more uncomfortable than i ever do in daily life, but dinner was really good: chicken and halibut over rice, vegetables, etc.
met jeff, the husband of joanna schneider, another elementary school classmate. met pete dumont, owner of the company that hired me for the intercontinental job. met various friends-of-friends.
left as soon as i could, at no fault of the event. i just was really uncomfortable. finally got a copy of the magazine, though, which i had not yet seen.
walked back to the train, sat, happily, carrying various booty i was given by nice people in suits. dude across the aisle from me on the train was snoring, leaning over sideways.
called my folks at 10pm from the train to see if they were awake - hadn't yet told them about the whole crain's thing, but they saw it today.
debarked at noyes, drove home, talked to di, bloggin with no pants on, sitting up in bed.
can't sleep
woke around 3:30, can't sleep. got up to do laundry, eat cereal, answer emails. xan wrote to congratulate me on the permits, which means, i guess, that someone is reading this blog, which is weird.
going down to screwball to burn screens, i think, then to TBM to tear more shit out. i have to order a dumpster.
going down to screwball to burn screens, i think, then to TBM to tear more shit out. i have to order a dumpster.
Monday, November 5, 2007
monday.
when i finished editioning the austerity program / nonagon prints, i packed some stuff into the car and headed (coffee) to TBM, where i dropped of the new prints, got some paper to finalize the layout of the upcoming metropolis prints (hi tony), and lament that the shop is still going nowhere.
ran over to village hall to check on the status of my building permit.
MY FUCKING BUILDING PERMITS WERE APPROVED.
delighted, i plunked down another $400 to get the piece of paper, stopped by the hardware store to get some supplies, went home to change (hello to paul, diana, greg), then back to TBM.
tore out the front wall down to 52" off the floor, tore out the east wall of my new office. took down the ceiling of the whole front of the building. paul stopped by to sawzall some 2x4s. i worked until 7pm, then went home to bathe.
here are some before and after photos. note the massive amounts of dust in the air in the 'after' photos.
ran over to village hall to check on the status of my building permit.
MY FUCKING BUILDING PERMITS WERE APPROVED.
delighted, i plunked down another $400 to get the piece of paper, stopped by the hardware store to get some supplies, went home to change (hello to paul, diana, greg), then back to TBM.
tore out the front wall down to 52" off the floor, tore out the east wall of my new office. took down the ceiling of the whole front of the building. paul stopped by to sawzall some 2x4s. i worked until 7pm, then went home to bathe.
here are some before and after photos. note the massive amounts of dust in the air in the 'after' photos.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
sunday night.
after the boys left, we went to get akiko some cat food. stopped by turin to browse, then home again. i primed some quarter-round in the basement for impending installation in the three soon-to-be-complete rooms, and di tiled around the base of the wood burning stove.
paid some bills, started cleaning off my desk, answered some emails, realized exactly what a fucking mess my life has become without my print shop.
i started editioning the austerity program / nonagon prints, when di came and told me we were going to the gym. i did 30 minutes on the eliptical machine, then lifted and stretched, and sat in the hot tub and the sauna and the steam room. on the way home, i got jamba juice, dropped di off, and i headed down to the hideout to hear anne elizabeth moore read from her new book 'unmarketable'.
on the way, i scheduled tuesday, friday, and either wednesday or thursday to print at screwball. left messages for mat and sue.
arrived soon after anne started reading. good crowd. saw liz & joe mason, jon resh, christa donner, and many other friends. i took off pretty quickly after the reading.
home, sleepy, time change rears it's head. good night.
paid some bills, started cleaning off my desk, answered some emails, realized exactly what a fucking mess my life has become without my print shop.
i started editioning the austerity program / nonagon prints, when di came and told me we were going to the gym. i did 30 minutes on the eliptical machine, then lifted and stretched, and sat in the hot tub and the sauna and the steam room. on the way home, i got jamba juice, dropped di off, and i headed down to the hideout to hear anne elizabeth moore read from her new book 'unmarketable'.
on the way, i scheduled tuesday, friday, and either wednesday or thursday to print at screwball. left messages for mat and sue.
arrived soon after anne started reading. good crowd. saw liz & joe mason, jon resh, christa donner, and many other friends. i took off pretty quickly after the reading.
home, sleepy, time change rears it's head. good night.
sunday, mid morning
di and i hung out with the twins, arthur and clive, for about an hour while hilary and jason looked at a house nearby. we went to the park and then the guys helped pick up "logs" i had left in the yard from yesterday's woodcutting. after that, jason and hilary came back to report that the house needed $25,000 worth of smell removal, not to mention new siding, roof, etc.
we all went across the street to play with jesse and TJ in their yard, then everyone went home.
di tells me now that i woke up in the night and told her i had been dreaming about a drawing bleeding from the floor. i have no recollection of this. we will go get cat food and run various other errands.
we all went across the street to play with jesse and TJ in their yard, then everyone went home.
di tells me now that i woke up in the night and told her i had been dreaming about a drawing bleeding from the floor. i have no recollection of this. we will go get cat food and run various other errands.
sunday, early
just woke up. diana and i both had bad dreams.
mine was that there was an animated and abstract googly-eyed creature under a table upon which i was standing. it was humming a song which i cannot recall right now, and attempting to touch me, which would have enabled it to absorb me into it's skin.
seth slept on the bed most of the night. ocho has been trying to visit seth, to greet him nose-to-nose, but it's not working.
it is 6:54, not 7:54.
mine was that there was an animated and abstract googly-eyed creature under a table upon which i was standing. it was humming a song which i cannot recall right now, and attempting to touch me, which would have enabled it to absorb me into it's skin.
seth slept on the bed most of the night. ocho has been trying to visit seth, to greet him nose-to-nose, but it's not working.
it is 6:54, not 7:54.
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