I rarely explain my post titles because they are either 1) obvious or 2) dumb. (Also, I usually don't title them until the end, at which point, I am done writing. Duh.) Because I am taking you back to this one does not mean I have dismissed it from the "dumb" category, only that it was chosen to explain the sort of random, just-writing-because-it's-been-a-week-style of this post that I'm about to write while it also alludes to a song performed by a band I saw play on Sunday night, something I will briefly perhaps write about below.
Last week I started a temp position at a health care group that provides affordable health care to young and expectant mothers. The work itself (data entry of handwritten applications into the online database) is not thrilling, but the motions are so repetitive that I can easily think of other things and talk with my fellow temp and still do the job. I have learned in the last four days that there are a lot of mothers in Chicago who are years younger than I am. It scared me when I came across an applicant with my exact birth date who already had 4 kids, and she's not nearly the youngest with a family already this big. I try not to think too much about their circumstances because I don't know more than what's on the paper, so maybe they have great boyfriends or husbands, familial support, or maybe they don't. We try to keep it light, creating our own catalogue of "Great Baby Names in 2008," subtitled: "Names by Babies for Babies!" (Too far? OK, no subtitle). To date the tops have been two sisters named Parris and Phrance and today, I saw two boys China and Korea who just welcomed a sister named Egypt. I guess I have a penchant for geographically-influenced names.
In other news, Jess arrived. She and Ally and I had a marathon hang fest that included exploring Hyde Park, seeing Obama's house, taking a long stroll in the Loop and along the river and Mag Mile, trying pizza my roommate recommended (it was good, but it wasn't pizza), and going to a few bars.
On Sunday, Lauren and I were supposed to go to the Hideout Block party together, but she got guilted into working three extra hours. Ally was considering it, but she was abducted by aliens. So, I ended up there alone. And quite happily alone. It was a nice little break after all the hanging on Friday and Saturday (no offense to A & J, would have happened with anyone, and unemployment and being in a new city have made me very used to my alone time). I saw a Michael Jackson cover band (bad), Rhymefest (pretty okay), the New Pornographers (good!) and Ratatat, not Ratatatat, as some girl kept saying, (better than last time!). I drank a Goose Island IPA (good) and a pulled pork on cibatta sandwich (really good!).
It was great to see the NPs for the first time. Neko Case is pretty rad. Ratatat as I said were better than last time I saw them (summer 2004 I think). They have picked up another member (I think they used to be just two, right?) and some more instruments (it seemed), so they relied less on their video montages and good looks (ok, well they are really tall and have interesting hair) to keep the crowd engaged. They, of course, ended with "17 years," a song whose intro hook is great, but really the only reason why it's so liked, I think... I know, I am not being very sure of my language, facts or opinions here. I'm just kickin litle preemy baby thoughts from my head...
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i have a childhood friend named Asia. her big sister is Nile and her brother is Jordan.
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