Posted
February 21, 2007 at
4:39 pm by
Prescott
Like so many others who have lived in a large city their entire life, I’ve become desensitized to the interesting characters that inhabit the streets of Chicago — unfortunately, so much so that these people have become less human being than cartoon character. There’s Burlap Guy, a hulking man with a long beard clad in layers of elaborately put together burlap sacks. Or Jesus Guy, who I would see walking up and down the streets of the Lakeview neighborhood donning a crown of thorns and carrying a large cross on his shoulders which was apparently made out of cardboard. Or Crazy Mary, flashing her old, wrinkly breast to get drunken frat boys to throw her coins along Rush Street. But despite their differences, they all have the unmistakable air of desperate homelessness, with their obvious mental illness either the cause of it or because of it. Which is why it was rather jarring when I came across this man, who apparently has a beef with someone at the FBI:
The comment thread at Chicagoist has some insight (and albeit, some complete bullshit) about this man’s obvious despair.
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Posted
February 14, 2007 at
1:31 pm by
Prescott
You’ll never drink alone if you have the sock monkey shot glass!
“Whassat, monkey? Whaddya mean I’m DRUNK? YOU’RE drunk, you goddamn red-lipped knitted primate! Aw, wait a minute, where you goin’… Monkey! Sock! I didn’t mean it. Come here. No, dude, come over here I need to tell you somethin’… I LOVE YOU, MAN!”
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Posted
February 7, 2007 at
4:58 am by
Prescott
Wow, I actually followed through and did something two weeks in a row. Someone alert the Times!
I occasionally consult a color wheel when throwing together web graphics for the ol’ day job, but not any more. From now on, I’m going to review this photo from longtime IP Community member, SewingSiren:
SewingSiren was inspired while completing a mountain of laundry after a vacation, and did this solely for the art — the photo was an afterthought. If I tried doing this with my clothes, it would look like a mud puddle at night with a new moon out. And cloudy. Speaking of which, extra kudos for going with the ultra-green line drying. We would do that around IP headquarters, but I think our town hates Al Gore and has an ordinance against it. Boo!
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Posted
January 31, 2007 at
4:47 pm by
Prescott
We’re starting a new feature here at The Imperfect Parent, where once a week we’ll post a photo of, as the title says, random crap. I’ll kick things off with a pic of one of my favorite things:
I can’t even remember now how Moose made it into our home — perhaps an inheritance from a long-dead aunt, or a drunken impulse buy at a Wisconsin gas station/cheese emporium/gift shop. Maybe it was even left here by the previous occupants, who knows. All I do know is that it’s 100 pounds worth of awesome.
Is the base really a slice from a birch trunk?
Oh, yes.
And it’s all hand carved?
Absolutely.
That’s nice and all, but what’s so special about it?
This, my friends:
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