Chicago

On my way to Chicago or rather waiting to go to Chicago at my friends apartment, with the high speed internet, and though I should be researching all the references in a poem entitled 19_: elgy, or underlining the last chapter in the Handmaid's Tale, or prehaps practising read the last chapter of clockwork Orange, I felt like writing on my usually empty blog. It seems such a shame that so many little stories go by in a day and most of the time we forget them. It it wasn't for friends I might forget all about frosting as a deathly weapon, cats acting weird or George dressed in very strange clothing. I started thinking about my photography and even my fiction writing as an attempt to capture these moments and then I realized hey maybe I should write these events in my blog as a living record of my life. Granted most have probably come to this realization before setting up a blog but I on the other hand have set up many blogs and then let them fade into cyperdom. This time though I think I have finally justified the time spent writing on my blog instead of doing something more productive. We will see.