Thursday, April 28, 2011
BACKDATED: Sign Language
Big to enclickify
This is a blast from the past — 1992 to be a little less imprecise — when I was working as a security officer at the Braidwood Nuclear Power Station. Put me on a post with no responsibilities for an 8-hour shift, give me a pencil and paper, and if I don't put my eye out, I'll scribble something eventually.
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
BACKDATED: Desperation
Since I used the photo I took today for a different post [see Other's Day], I thought I would attempt to distract you with a shot of the painfully cute kid I used to be. No, I don't know what happened.
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
BACKDATED: Territorial
a.k.a. Swans Are Badass Mofos!
This drama unfolded this evening as I arrived home from work. This little pond next to my building doesn't strike me as anything fancy, but apparently the waterfowl find it very worthy of possession. Through the sequence of photos above it is clear that the swan is not happy with the Canada Goose in his water, and he pursues him determinedly until the goose leaves the pond.
I thought it was all over and put away my camera, but afterward the swan chased the goose onto land and took a beak-swipe at him. The goose opted for less hostile waters and flew off.
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This drama unfolded this evening as I arrived home from work. This little pond next to my building doesn't strike me as anything fancy, but apparently the waterfowl find it very worthy of possession. Through the sequence of photos above it is clear that the swan is not happy with the Canada Goose in his water, and he pursues him determinedly until the goose leaves the pond.
I thought it was all over and put away my camera, but afterward the swan chased the goose onto land and took a beak-swipe at him. The goose opted for less hostile waters and flew off.
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Monday, April 25, 2011
BACKDATED: Miles and Miles
I started driving this car a year and a half ago, and this read approximately 318,000. At 399,989 I thought to myself, Don't forget to take a photo at 400,000. Guess what I did?
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Sunday, April 24, 2011
BACKDATED: Bedhead
It's a rare and precious moment when you can walk in front of the mirror and 1) startle yourself and 2) laugh.
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Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
BACKDATED: Good, Bad, Ugly
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
BACKDATED: Success
Friday, April 15, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
BACKDATED: Bums Launch Tomorrow!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
BACKDATED: Insert Motivational Line Here
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
BACKDATED: Chick-Fil-A
[Due to the heavy schedule of Bleacher Bums, the taxi job and the many demands on my time (sleep), this blog went into a brief hibernation. While a violation in execution of my vows at the start of this project, I continued to create photographs daily. Well, almost daily. The seams over skipped days will be invisible, let alone unmentioned.]
I first saw this franchise, pronounced "chick fillay" (fillet) on ventures into southeastern Missouri when i was living and working in southern Illinois, and again when I lived and worked in south Georgia, and yet again on my many journeys to The South in the Noughts. Years ago they came up with a brilliant ad campaign with "photos" of cows holding up crudely written, poorly spelled signs that read "Eat Mor Chikin." As I recall, their menu is not vast, but the food is decent enough, as fast food goes: simple chicken sandwiches, waffle fries instead of "french" fries, and brand name soft drinks — Coca-Cola, most likely, as this chain hails from the south. Phlog hopes to track the progress of this, the first restaurant I know of in the Chicago area.
I first saw this franchise, pronounced "chick fillay" (fillet) on ventures into southeastern Missouri when i was living and working in southern Illinois, and again when I lived and worked in south Georgia, and yet again on my many journeys to The South in the Noughts. Years ago they came up with a brilliant ad campaign with "photos" of cows holding up crudely written, poorly spelled signs that read "Eat Mor Chikin." As I recall, their menu is not vast, but the food is decent enough, as fast food goes: simple chicken sandwiches, waffle fries instead of "french" fries, and brand name soft drinks — Coca-Cola, most likely, as this chain hails from the south. Phlog hopes to track the progress of this, the first restaurant I know of in the Chicago area.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Eats
Photo made with iPhone.
As Bleacher Bums rumbles toward its opening performance, idle time becomes more scarce. Eating on the run (here it's at a Dominick's store's dining area) has become the norm. This chicken salad sandwich was among the most tasteless sandwiches I've ever had.
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Voidiness
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Sticky Wicket
Arriving home from the grocery store today, I noticed these young men in the parking lot of the office building next to my building. Just like our American image of kids playing stickball in the street, or sandlot baseball, this must be an image repeated all over the rest of the world: a pick-up game of Cricket! These people are likely either Indian or Pakistani, judging by the population of my apartment complex. Cricket is a huge game in those countries as well as England, Australia and certainly dozens more. And from what I learned about Cricket on my visit to Birmingham, UK, last year, if these guys are serious, they'll be playing this game for three more days. (If you click on the photo or download it and magnify it, you can see the ball in the air just to the right of the lid of the brown dumpster.)
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
O'Dark Thirty
The lady in the photo arrives around 4:00 every (other?) morning at the Schaumburg, Illinois, Metra rail station to clean out the bathrooms. On those days when I'm at the Schaumburg station awaiting the dispatch to pick up my M-W-F dialysis patient, it's almost comforting to see that this woman is out and about, making me feel less alone at such a ridiculous hour.
...that is, if I'm not cocooned and asleep in my car.
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