Every two weeks, Foto Friday
will bring you the amazing adventures of a man with no aesthetic
sensibilities, his cheap digital camera, and the subsequent photots
of no interest to anyone. Enjoy!
ADVENTURES IN REFERRAL:
a daily assortment of
random search engine queries leading people to the Ludic Log
in the past 24 hours
"sude female muscle
girls"
"Dr. Pepper stool color"
"wearing full black
bodysuit"
"sheriff star flash"
"time commander game
fight cowboy"
"this ain't Shakespeare"
"ghetto Coke cola"
"final solution (Endloesung)"
"bright calm blue"
"really eighteen"
LUDIC
LOG
01.09.2004
Hey, hey! It's the first-ever
Foto Friday here at the Ludic Log! Here's a bunch of dumb pictures
I took recently that could not possibly be relevant to anyone
other than myself. Click on the thumbnail for the full shot,
why don't you.
On the way to
Texas for Christmas, I stopped at a crappy hotel that had no
towels, no notepaper, only three crack whores and a Gideon Bible
full of swears. However, they did have a Therma-Sol In-Room Sauna.
When I returned,
I went to a New Year's Eve party at my friend Lara's apartment.
She made a gorgeous and delicious spread of all Armenian food
to honor the courage of this amazing people and to get the New
Year off to a good start.
Included in the
meal was this pomegranate punch, which I drank a lot of under
the mistaken assumption that it did not contain enough vodka
to turn me into a babbling stumblebum.
At midnight, we
all gathered around the piano and sang "Auld Lang Syne",
in its entirety. If you have never sung the entire song, be warned
that it contains a number of incomprehensibly Scottish words.
We staggered out
around 2AM and waited on Irving Park (the street I live on here
in Chic) for a bus to come, but no bus came. It's possible that
we are still waiting there, because I don't remember a cab showing
up either.
The other day,
I decided to take the camera with me on my walk to work. Before
I left, I took a self-portrait in the bathroom mirror. For reasons
I am unable to explain, I enjoy taking pictures of myself in
bathroom mirrors.
This is what our
back porch looked like after the previous night's snow. Note
my planters, Indonesian clay grill and bar stool I found in the
alley covered in wintry delight. Aah, Chicago.
When I left the
apartment, it was 7 below (that's below zero for you west
coast types) with a wind chill factor of 23 below. You might
wonder, what happens if you spill your coffee in such ungodly
weather? Here's what.
I go to work pretty
early. The walk to work often gets me a beautiful sunrise, like
this one, seen through a couple of trees at McFetridge Sports
Center, the park district building where I work out.
The walk also
takes me over the north branch of the Chicago River. It's slightly
less polluted around here than it is downtown, so you don't get
the distinctive sickly green taint. The river is very, very cold.
The petrifying,
nipple-tensing, testicle-retracting cold didn't seem to bother
these ducks. Possibly because they have waterproof feather, or
possibly because they don't have any testicles. The point is,
I like ducks.
I finally got
to work and took a picture of my grotesque mug standing in front
of someone's big stupid SUV. I am wearing a very silly hat, yes,
thank you, I know. It's WARM, okay? It's WARM. Leave me alone.
