So…the reason I’m in Chicago: tomorrow afternoon, my lovely friend Katie is getting married.
Did I mention I’m the Maid of Honor?
‘Cause yeah…I’m the Maid of Honor.
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people, Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
Hahaha, WELCOME!
What would a return to Chicago be without blistering heat, oppressive humidity, or bitter cold?
Miss you every day.
Hey, Chicago. Miss you, girl.
Even though you’re cold as hell.
(Source: backwards-prodigy, via vennard-deactivated20121011)
FYI
Because you all have been—quite rightly—foaming at the mouth to know, my official New York move-in date is August 29th. Probs leaving Chicago sometime during the weekend of August 26th. Get your Devon time in while you can! BOOM!
The rain makes me sad, Chicago. Does it make you sad, too?
I just wish it would stop, that’s all.
Hey, y’all…
…any suggestions for a good Italian restaurant in the city? Nothing too fancy. Neighborhood is no issue.
This is actually happening?
I make it a general rule not to post about the weather, because…well…it should be no surprise that it gets cold and snows and is grey here.
But DAMN! This blizzard is actually going to happen? The Chiclone was a bust. The last huge “potentially life-threatening” storm system was a bust. But this. It’s happening. And I have…no words. I am aghast. As Annicka put it, bluff called.
Strong work, Chicago weather. Strong work.
A friend in Indianapolis did this most recent one for me. I went to Chicago Tattoo and Piercing for the one on my arm.
P.S. Do you have any time open during your Chicago visit? I want to see you!
Hey, Chicago! Anthem of the day?
Mayor Daley Not Running For Re-election →
Say what?!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK →
Hey Chicago,
Now that more people can get handguns, let’s try to break our record, shall we? I think we can do it. There’s lots more hot weather left.
Let’s make this happen,
Devon
