August 24th, 2004

wondering, sad, profile, wanderer, voiceless

Alas that I waited so long to write this up!

The city is full of countless encounters lasting only seconds, all of which quickly fade away to something beyond memories.

We took the South Shore to Chicago this weekend, and although the city made me feel proud of what people can accomplish (large shiny sculptures, oooh), it also filled me with a strange sense of unhappiness. There are so many beautiful people in large cities, and there are countless more people of a more average nature who can be found attempting to be perceived as beautiful through gadgets, new clothing, and new possessions. There is an unbelievable amount of money in this shopping area. I'm always impressed that things can get "refined" to a point where you need handsome, tie-clad men to help you navigate through four floors of matching furniture, vases, and kitchen dishtowels. And yet ... there are still so many people in Chicago who live in poverty while "the media" tunes them, causing many to aspire to these ridiculous heights. Is this really a satisfactory situation?

Just how ridiculous is this glamorous retail district? If you enter Nordstroms, you can find a number of the newest fashions of sometimes dubious taste. I was not impressed, for example, by the dresses with unfinished edges to them (think of all the unraveling! Ick!). I did, however, find a cute, fitted little purple corduroy jacket. It is unlined, meant for the warmth of the early fall, and has plastic smiley-face buttons (these appealed to me immensely). It costs almost $800.

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Since my college days are coming to an end, I've been somewhat obsessed with the concept of making some sort of change, especially visually remaking myself (by some method other than wardrobe, which would be expensive, annoying, time-consuming, depressing, and a lot of other adjectives which are not positive). Thus, I got my hair cut. It didn't turn out as expected. Unfortunately, I think I look like a badly coifed soccer mom, and my mother thinks I look like a twelve year-old. Fortunately, my hair grows quickly.

LJ keeps reverting to the blue and white layout that I hate.
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The Geeked Avenger!

I felt quite dorky when I realized that Spackle reminds me more of the cartoon Freakazoid than anything else (despite the amazing amounts of home improvement shows we watch here). Does anyone else remember the Hall of Spackle?

When we were out running errands today, we passed a road named "Drury Lane." I immediately turned and asked my mother if she knew the Muffin Man. She gave me the "WTF" look, so, I had no choice but to recite the poem. She remembered it but still thought I was being odd, so I told her that if she could be enthused with the blue sky on a Chicago visit, then I could very well ask her if she knew the Muffin Man!

I feel like a cosplay dork, because in an antique shop, I discovered a small batch of vintage patterns, and I bought one to modify into a costume that didn't come into existence 'til over twenty years after the pattern's date.
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