Thursday, March 17, 2005
(11:39 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Jeff Tweedy Sighting
The intrepid Brey has sighted Jeff Tweedy. The location was the Jackson Red line station, which at first caused skepticism since Jeff Tweedy is supposed to live on the northwest side (which would be serviced by the Blue line, not the Red line). Then I pointed out, Chicago expert that I am, that one can transfer from the Blue to Red lines at Jackson. I usually get off the Blue line at Washington (assassins, write this down!), but I sometimes walk underground to the Red line exit if it's really cold out, because my bus is right there. (Monica Bennett, who has met Jeff Tweedy, says that it's completely plausible that he would take the El.)By the way, if you ever need to go to Hyde Park from Washington and State, I'd recommend the #2 bus over the #6. The #2 drops you right off at 57th and Stony Island, whereas the #6 goes express from downtown to 47th, meaning you have to stop at a million different places, including halfway down the block sometimes ("This is 5440 south" -- ridiculous).
It would be really awesome if public transit made sense on the south side. Up here in the northwestern area, we have bus lines that run at every major street, just straight up, with a little jog to turn around and start the other direction. In Hyde Park, it's just a mess. I can never even tell which side of the street I should be standing on, because it has no relation to where the bus is going. The Garfield bus is the only one that makes any sense, so I usually take that. That bus and the Red line south of downtown have to be the most racially mixed public transit routes in the city.
I had the Cub Foods' brand Frosted Mini-Wheats for breakfast today, and a banana. I'm on my second cup of coffee. I played Mario World for a few minutes but died a lot because I'm obsessed with jumping from enemy to enemy so that I can get extra lives. I did my once-weekly shave and trim today, using a Gilette Mach 3 razor and a beard trimmer that I bought at Walgreens (at Armitage and California) for $10.00. I don't go to that Walgreens anymore because I embarrassed myself in front of the extremely hot pharmacist. Today I plan on reading some Baudelaire, beginning work on my critical appendix (which can be removed if necessary), and hanging out with a friend from Bourbonnais. I am about 6 feet tall. My mother's maiden name is Wehrli. I last clipped my fingernails on Sunday. I like orange juice, but not enough to buy it regularly.
