Monday, March 31, 2003
I got into the Protestant theology class.
I won't be blogging much this week because my paper is due in exactly one week. Wish me luck and no tears.
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Classes start tomorrow. Ew.
Here is a picture of my friend Jeff getting arrested in NYC, where he now lives, during the latest round of protests there last week.
I bought Beck's new album yesterday. It's good. Not very much like the last one.
I am working at the Reynolds Club, which is why I'm awake at the ungodly, incorrect hour of 8:37 AM CST. I actually woke up at 7:15 this morning! Of course there is no one in the building, but whatever. I've got stuff to do - blog, read the NYTimes, read more Paul Auster, work on my section of The Insider's Guide for Admissions. Oh, and work on my junior paper. Of course. And then cry. A lot.
I didn't hear from About Face on Friday; I made it through dinner with my aunt and my uncle last night without meandering into any hugely controversial topics of discussion. Their other child, my cousin Justin, is getting married (Stephanie got married a few months after she graduated from high school last year. I know. Don't tell me because I know). The only awkward moment was when they prayed in the middle of the restaurant in downtown Chicago. Oh well.
Aside from the kind of nervous moments with them last night, yesterday was a beautiful day: I woke up at noon, made myself breakfast (well, I just had a banana, a cup of yogurt, a bowl of cereal, and toast, but whatever, it made me happy), made coffee, listened to This American Life on WBEZ, read some more from this week's New Yorker and the novel I'm working through, Paul Auster's Leviathan, did some dishes, took a nice long shower. Okay, my life is not that exciting. But it was a really relaxing day.
After I got back from dinner I went with Lindsey to the Target at 70th or so and Cicero and bought, among many school supplies, a dishrack. And I was really excited. To buy a dishrack. I came to the conclusion - with Lindsey's help - that I will make someone a good husband some day because I enjoy being so domestic sometimes. I also had my second slurpee in seven days. Mmmm...slurpee.
Quote: "I'm so glad you're white trash like me, Jon. It means you can really appreciate Dairy Queen. Not many people do." - Lindsey
I got a drunken phone call from my sister last night in which she screamed at the phone: "I MISS YOU! I JUST WANTED TO CALL YOU AND TELL YOU I DRANK AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF ERNEST AND JULIO GALLO 'SPRING VALLEY' WINE!!!!!!!"
At Jimmy's last night Six Feet Under was on one of the TV's.
ME: Ooohhh...Peter Krause is so cute!
ANN MARIE: See! He's blond, too [nudges me and gives me a wink]
Oh yeah...I almost forgot...I got an email from Friday about how I'm getting a tuition refund check! Hooray! I love getting those. I don't know how I get them.
The Core was bad, of course. But it wasn't so bad that it turned into good. You know how movies do that? They are so bad that they cross from bad into good (or at least, "I can appreciate this for its kitsch value" good). There were no boobies of Ms. Swank shown off, and the near-tragedy space shuttle scene was really painful for me to watch. One of the best things about it was that A!ron Ec!hart's character is a University of Chicago geophysicist. Of course the movie wasn't filmed here, and no geophysicists at this school are quite as attractive as he is (or nearly as attractive, come to think of it). But there were 12 of us there, all of whom are going to or did go to the U of C, so when they mentioned the school we whooped really, really obnoxiously loudly.
I'll probably post frequently in the next several hours, but that's all I've got for now.
Friday, March 28, 2003
I might hear from About Face today. Scary.
Oh my, I totally want to cry about my paper. I also don't want to do it anymore. I'm at Admissions right now, eating lunch. It's windy and rainy in Chicago today...the beautiful spring weather we've had all week seems about to end. Oh well. March, as 848 on Chicago Public Radio said this morning, seems about to go out like a lion. Speaking of which...I have to pay rent next week. Yes...mustn't forget that.
I'm in one of those "really frustrated with myself" moments because I had all these things I wanted to accomplish during the break and I don't think I've done one of them - I didn't clean the apartment, I didn't make serious progress on my paper, I didn't clean the office here. Grrr. Well, I should stop worrying because it's almost the weekend and I'm going to see The Core tonight, largely because it looks so ridiculous and hilarious and involves the destruction of San Francisco, the Coliseum in Rome, and the space shuttle. And Hillary Swank's tits. Oh yeah.
So my roommate is home. (the other one won't be back until Sunday because he apparently likes the hinterlands of Virginia). She had flip-flopped a couple of times about renewing the lease, saying at first that she was uncomfortable committing to living here for another whole year and a half or so (she can't make decisions). So I was going to look for another person until the OTHER roommate told me HE was leaving. But roommate #1 changed her mind and decided she was going to stay. For sure. So we were all happy and good and going to look for a new third roommate. Then I get this email from her Tuesday which says that she just can't do it and that she's going to graduate at the end of fall and then go abroad so she doesn't want to renew the lease. Whatever. Dammit.
I FINALLY talked to Darren after SUCH a long time and while slightly intoxicated tried to convince him to move up here with me.
Ann Marie made guacamole last night and she and I watched Married by America, which was amazing. I didn't think it would be...I didn't think anyone would be able to top Joe Millionaire; s'pretty good. Especially because it's practically soft-core porn: Denise guilted Stephen into having sex with her and, sadly, they kicked the cute Frenchman Xavier (SO CUTE) and his fiance (who cares what her name is?) off last night.
Oh, in this month's Cosmopolitan there are some very, very strange naked pictures of Evan "Marriot."
Ran into cute guy from embarrasing moment #9500 while giving a tour yesterday. That's all for now, I guess.
Thursday, March 27, 2003
Sorry for infrequence in posts lately. I've been having a bit too much of a vacation and haven't been working on my paper, which makes me want to cry.
I went with Lindsey and Chad and Ann Marie and had a high school moment on Tuesday night when we drove from Hyde Park to the 7-11 on Foster and Ravenswood to get Slurpees.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Check out this story about a more unique soldier in the war. Get a picture of him here.
Monday, March 24, 2003
I went to see Songs: Ohia at Schuba's last night after watching a bit of the Oscars. It was a good show. And SHOWTUNES tonight!!!
Embarrasing moment #9500
Standing outside Cedars, waiting to go inside and eat, smoking a cigarette with Ann Marie.
Tall skinny dark-haired Reg-crush guy walks in. As he's walking in,
Me: Oh my God, he's so tall and skinny and cute.
He turns back and glances briefly at us as he's walking inside.
Ann Marie: He totally just heard you say that.
Me: NO way! It was so quiet.
Ann Marie: Shut up. He totally heard you. That's why he looked this way.
Me: You're wrong! I hate you...he did not.
Ann Marie: Yes, he did!
I sit, destitute, within his line of sight, the entire time at dinner.
Saturday, March 22, 2003
At the Reynolds Club this afternoon...the Hyde Park Ballet has a performance this afternoon so I'm hanging around while they do that; Court Theatre's non-equity actor auditions are in the first floor theater, as well. So yeah. Exciting stuff.
Joe and Christopher went to the protests downtown and did not get arrested. Apparently in NYC today the protests stretched 30 blocks, from Washington Square Park to Times Square. It's pretty amazing to see. As much as I agree with the protests, and as amazing as it is to watch, I have this weird trepidation about participating...part of my inability to commit, sure but also...I kind of feel like well, it's happened and we're just going to have to deal with it and hope that it's over really soon and that as few people are killed as possible. Protesting is certainly not going to stop the war; if that's the stated goal, it's not going to work. But it's still amazing to watch so many people so vigorously express their beliefs. Oh, and: I had some pretty amazing FRENCH toast last night at the White Palace Grill on Roosevelt and Canal.
I haven't ever been to Chinatown since I moved to Chicago. Sometimes I find that hard to believe considering my propensity to roam around a lot. But I'm planning on going tonight with some friends so I'll at least put that one out of the way.
Note for all you U of C'ers out there: I think that the reason why people say they hate it here so much is that, as soon as the quarter is over, everyone floods out of Hyde Park as quickly as possible so they never get a chance to have downtime in the neighborhood and in Chicago. Oh, and if people realized that there's more to this city than North Michigan Ave. and the Belmont-Halsted intersection.
Alert in the life of JRQ: My super-religious downstate Illinois relatives are going to be in Oak Brook next weekend (I'm not even sure WHERE that is, but I know it's a suburb) and they want to see me. Yikes. Talked to my aunt on the phone earlier today...my goal was to make it as neutral as possible a visit by taking them downtown to eat and having that be it, but she wants to see campus. As long as they don't come over to my apartment it should be okay. This could be a close one, folks.
Another quote from Ann Marie: "Hey, he's skinny and blond and nerdy-looking - just what you like."
I think I nailed the interview. Megan and the other interviewers looked very pleased. The internship would be divided pretty equally into three different areas of responsibility - production management work, youth theater work, and audience development/marketing. I have a pretty decent amount of experience in the first two, and I've been consistently fascinated with how they develop an audience, especially because it is a theater that is largely devoted to queer issues. I also think that I have the computing skills that they were looking for.
Am currently reading Paul Auster's New York Trilogy. It's quite good.
And today, for my "hey, congratulations, you made it through winter quarter" present, I bought myself Sondre Lerche's album Faces Down. I'm currently listening to it while sitting inside Bartlett. It's good; thanks to those of you out there who've rated it so well and motivated me to buy it.
While browsing articles on Arts & Letters Daily I came across this disturbing story about gay Palestinians. As well as this one by Andrew Sullivan (who I usually disagree with) about the Texas sodomy law case that's reached the Supreme Court.
Only like three more hours before we go to war. That's kind of scary.
I was thinking this morning about whether or not it was possible and morally honest to be opposed to war but supportive of the men and women engaged in that war. I think it is; they are, by and large, not those making the decisions in this process. Anyway, this is really depressing to talk about.
I woke up today at 1 PM. It was the best ever. Ann Marie and I stayed at Jimmy's last night until it closed and saw really hot bartender. Oh, really hot bartender, why are so really hot? Why does your girlfriend look like Christina Aguilera? And basically all I've done today is walked from home to the Reynolds Club. And now I'm at work.
I have an interview on FRIDAY with Megan at About Face. I'm nervous! I hope it goes well. I will, of course, keep the blog posted as to the goings-on of my summer job search.
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Sorry for not posting a lot recently, but I do have a tendency to drop off the face of the earth during finals week so that I can get my work done. This week was actually comparatively easy compared to most finals weeks because all I had to do was write an essay (non-academic paper) for Lolita and take an exam for Western Civ. I think I already did my fourteen hour days-no sleep-freaking out (i.e., the mental finals week dance) during eighth week when my draft was due. So I think I worked hard on my essay - spent most of the day Sunday at home writing it, I didn't study that intensely for my exam. Like last night, for example, the night before my test...I was at home eating dinner and I called Ann Marie and asked if she wanted to go to Jimmy's and get a drink before I went back and studied at the Reg some more. Well, one drink turned into two, which turned into three. Then it was 11:30 and I figured I should go home and hit the bed. She just kept buying me drinks.
To celebrate the end of finals week I went to Jimmy's this afternoon and had a Bloody Mary. Yum.
On Thursday I am going to see the world premiere of The Emmett Project, written by my boss, Chloe Johnston. It's about the lynching of Emmett Till, a young teenager from Chicago who was lynched in the South in the mid-50s for allegedly looking at a white woman in the wrong way. His mother, who continued to live here after his death, passed away herself recently. You should all go see it, especially because it runs until like the end of April. And if you go Thursday (with me!) it's "pay what you can." And they're serious about that. So come one, come all.
I wonder if my sister's spring break is over. She hasn't called me lately. But...SHE TURNS 20 ON SATURDAY!!!
So, yeah, listened to the president's speech last night on the radio while Scott drove Sara and Leah and I down to the Dairy Queen on 132nd and Brainerd, adjacent to the Illinois International Port, which IS NO LONGER A DAIRY QUEEN, GODDAMIT! That place was a bright, shining light in my life and I have not had Dairy Queen in a really, really long fucking time and I just really wanted an Oreo blizzard to celebrate the warmer weather and now it's GONE. It's some other ice cream joint that doesn't open until April 1. I feel cheated and violated and whatever else.
Yeah, and whatever about the president's speech. Goddamn.
Because I'm done and bored and fell asleep while curled up on my bed reading The Elementary Particles I watched some TV tonight (I know that makes little logical sense to most but I understand the relation between each of those factors). I watched 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter, which reminded me why I don't watch TV. But Ex-Treme Dating, on the other hand, is fantastic. It's like Elimidate and Change of Heart and whatever, with a twist: the female on the date is wearing an earpiece that is connected to two of the guy's ex-girlfriends. They give running commentary. And the guy knows that she's wearing the earpiece, too.
In other news, I got phone calls yesterday from The MCA and About Face with regard to setting up interviews! Yay! And I made it to the final round of interviews for The Goodman and Gallery 37.
Friday, March 14, 2003 Nate Berkus, brought to my attention by Kris, is one of the primary donors to About Face. I saw his name in the program for I Am My Own Wife and I knew I recognized it from somewhere. He and some other guy are listed together...
I am reading an article by Richard Rorty about cruelty in Nabokov. The weather is so nice! I just want to go play outside.
So, as most of you know, I'm fascinated by the music videos that one can watch on Launch. I am currently watching "Dirrty" by Christina Aguilera. And it is a hilarious video.
My sister is at home on Spring Break. I'm glad I'm not home, but I wish I were on Spring Break.
I picked up a copy of The Elementary Particles by Michel Houellebecq, a French writer, at the Regenstein. Mark Lilla recommended it as a good novel to read a year or so ago and I've been meaning to look at it since then. It's pretty interesting so far.
Woke up today at 9 AM, when I was actually supposed to be at work. Oops. In my sick stupor I completely forgot that I had to work this morning.
I had to take a break for a moment there while I replaced a light bulb. That's right, my job is really, really exciting. It's weird because the people in 006 wanted to call Facilities over to have them replace it, but I figured there have to be some light bulbs in this building. And there were, of course, and it was, of course, very easy to replace. So, then, how many U of C students DOES it take to replace a light bulb? Only one, I can tell you. Anyway. More to come, I'm sure.
This is now the third post I've written this morning. Hopefully it will work. Oh, and look, the last one is appearing below.
I totally put a post on here and then Blogger erased it. Dammit.
Oh well. I'll post more later.
Anyway, a note: the post below contains a link to what is the best news story I've seen all day NOT because I agree with Rep. Brown-Waite, but because it's completely ridiculous...as equally ridiculous as the idea of "freedom fries."
Thursday, March 13, 2003 This is the best news story I've seen all day. Sadly enough, I confess that I met this woman on the floor of the Florida Senate when she served there.
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Today's weather is SO beautiful! It's finally breaking the 20s and pushing the 30s. This is fantastic. It sucks that I'm starting to feel a little sick, though.
My sister, by the way, is the coolest ever. I got a package in the mail from her yesterday that included two boxes of Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies and a copy of Norah Jones's album, which both she and my mom have been promising to make s copy of for about a year.
Last night I did, indeed, go to Showtunes. And I did get drunk, of course - I had five drinks (only three of which I paid for). They showed the cell block tango number from Chicago and it was fantastic! Catherine Zeta-Jones was amazing. Derek has a copy of the movie because his aunt is some important member of the Screen Actors Guild and she sent him all of her "for your consideration" videos.
I met with Malynne on Monday and I'm doing an essay on cruelty and solipsism and whether or not we can consider solipsism as something of the ultimate rejection of another person, something of the worst crime one can commit. I'm reading an essay by Richard Rorty (haha!) on cruelty in the novel and she does NOT want me to write an academic paper, just an essay. We'll see how it turns out. I kind of wish I had more time.
Tomorrow AM I'm going up to the Neo-Futurarium to help Chad hang lights for Chloe's show. It opens on March 20 and it's about the lynching of Emmett Till and you should all go see it. I haven't seen it yet but it's probably going to be good.
I talked to my parents yesterday and my stepdad teased me about how it was in the 70s there and in the teens here. And then I told him I'd give him a call next week when it was in the 40s and 50s here and in the 80s there.
I feel like I don't have too much to post, so I'm quittin.
Sunday, March 09, 2003
Oh! I almost forgot something important...really hot bartender at Jimmy's all day yesterday, very straight, served me LOTS of alcohol. So hot. And sweet. And cute. Anyway.
Okay, remember how just two days ago I was telling you how it was 35 degrees? Well, outside now it's about 16 and feels like 3, according to The Weather Channel. Fuck this shit.
Last night I saw I Am My Own Wife at the MCA (part of their performance programs). It was About Face's newest show. Weird, because I'm trying to get an internship with one of those theaters. Anyway, I met Dre up there and he walked me in by claiming that I was his "sound assistant" (instructions: put the fucking book away, Jon). It was a very good show and I recommend you all go see it. (go here for more details about the show)
I went to Jimmy's afterward because I needed a drink because it was so ASS cold and I just couldn't bring myself to leave because I couldn't face the cold and my friends wouldn't let me. So, Ruthie, I apologize; it sounds like I missed an amazing time. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
And then I trained new tour guides this morning (it's a shame when you think people who work for you are cute).
That is most of what is going on. Did my laundry (disastrously because I had to leave for the show and my clothes were still wet) yesterday.
Friday, March 07, 2003
I forgot one thing. Because of the 35-degree high (yes, that is a high temperature, for those of you who are reading this and live in the South), I wore my little lumberjack (as described by Ann Marie) jacket. And I looked DAMN CUTE today. Thank you very much.
Anyway, I'm back.
What else? Not too much to say about this week. It's been significantly calmer than last week because my junior paper draft is laying low. Lear said, as I suspected he would, something along the lines of "It's good, but..." He said it sounded like fun that I was going to stay here during Spring Break and work during the day and go out at night. Sort of.
I think that, more likely than not, I will go out of town at the end of third week next quarter (mid-April) and go to NYC.
I have to figure out what to write my final "paper" on for Lolita and I'm not quite sure what to do. I think I might want to write about love or the transgression that is solipsism (damn, don't I sound smart?).
Actual quote from make-up class today with Malynne (during which much wine was served): "That's great, Leah, because now you're bringing in scatology and the identity moment...what would Freud say?"
I really need to do laundry, but I've been putting it off for about a week now. Hanging up the same pair of pants two nights in a row now, knowing that I'll need to wear them tomorrow, is NO good.
I made it to the final round of interviews for the internship with About Face Theatre. I've already had my first interview for the internship at the MCA and I made it to the first round for both Gallery 37 and the Goodman. Everyone cross your fingers and hope I get a $4000 internship at a Chicago theater this summer. Yay Chicago theater!
Oh, and I am so super fed up with people being down on this city. Especially New Yorkers. Listen, I understand that New York is a wonderful, special place and that it might very well, indeed, be "the best city in the world," or whatever, but that does not eclipse Chicago from being an amazing city. I have consistently been in love with this place since I moved here; indeed, as Chad and I say, if the city of Chicago were a person, I would totally want to have sex with him/her. This city is full of beautiful contradictions, excitement, and possibility. No, it's not New York, and no, it never will be, and we are fine, thank you VERY much, with that knowledge and DAMN happy to be what we are. There is nothing quite like driving up Lakeshore Drive at any time of the year to recognize how wonderful Chicago can be.
Jeff stuck an icicle sticking out of the snow for me to sit on outside of UT on the parapet of the Reynolds Club. Picture to come.
I'm at the Reynolds Club, working again. At least I don't have to close. And it's payday!
Finally, finally, finally...I made a deal with Phil about cleaning up the dishes in the sink, and we went mafia on them this morning (after I woke up at a BLESSED 11 AM) and now we have a clean sink. He also said he would clean the shower after I reminded him that I have cleaned the shower every time it's been cleaned except for that one time his dad did it.
Last night Leah and I went to The Kitsch'n on Roscoe where I had an amazing chilaquile and an vodka-based orange creamsicle beverage. We followed that up with frozen slushie alcohol drinks at Sidetrack, where it was "comedy" night on the big screens. HANT promised me she would go to Showtunes with me on Monday.
Wednesday was "walk out" day for the anti-war protests. I did not, however, walk out. Partially because I figured it would be good to go to Lolita in the off chance that we had a good class, mostly because I do not believe in mixing political opinions into the classroom (I'm a big fan of the Kalven Report, for you U of C'ers who read). I know that a lot of you who read this might not agree with my stance, but there it is.
I'll write more in a bit. I need caffeine and a cigarette.
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
My friend Rachel from high school has a live journal account. Check out details on her life. She's pretty bad-ass.
As Ruthie rightly pointed out in an email to me, the homophobia displayed at Mr. University and elsewhere on campus has not been perpetrated by the Greek system per se, but largely by members of fraternities (and not sororities). I have never experienced or heard of any homophobia emanating from any of the sororities.
And I will not hold the Thetas accountable for the actions of individuals and groups within their program. They (and ORCSA, and other audience members, and whatever) could have stopped it, and did try to stop it. But they should not be at fault for the homophobic "slurs" that took place that day.
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Last night I went to Jimmy's for a quick drink with Ann Marie to relieve the pressure of writing her draft and she walked into the bar and said, "I just ran into Sean and *** called him and told him to take her to the hospital," and I was like, Oh my God, not again, not another, please, please. So I downed a quick shot of Jim after Ann Marie left to go help Sean and then Lindsey and I walked back to Ann Marie's to get a book for her just in case she had to stay at the hospital for a long time.
We got the book, went to the emergency room, and *** was sitting there with Ann Marie and Sean. She doesn't take good care of her body, she should eat more, and she basically hadn't eaten much all day and was at the gym for like two and a half hours. So not quite as bad as I had initally thought, but still.
I almost lost it while sitting at the bar. Nearly cried. In the middle of Jimmy's.
Anyway, my friend Nathaniel has been taking the lead in forcing the administration to answer questions regarding the homophobia displayed by many members of the U of C's Greek system at last week's Mr. University pageant. There's a story at The Maroon which is from Friday...today's issue had an article that dealt more specifically with the homophobia issue and a great series of quotes from Nathaniel. And the administration's attempt to claim that "it was only alcohol" that made them say things like that. I'm sure the Maroon will update the page soon so you can read the article that appeared today. This is an issue that concerns me for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is the perception of the campus this might create amongst prospective students. Campus attitude towards glbtq lifestyles was a big factor for me in deciding upon colleges, and I have always felt the U of C to be a comfortable place to live. And while I've never really been quiet about my homosexuality, I've not involved myself with the glbt group on campus or any of the gay "politics" on campus. Granted, there are situations where I am not incredibly comfortable (frat houses, of course), so I don't go there, and many of the guys I lived with my first year didn't seem to take incredibly well to each other, but we've mostly lived and let live. (And hell, of course I enjoy being a walking threat to their masculinity everytime I prance into a room)
I burned Megan Mullally's CD "Big Red Berry" from HANT today. As much as I don't like Will and Grace, it's a great CD.
And if you're reading, dear sister of mine, you should call me back. And you owe me a copy of Norah Jones's album.
So for the cast party of the show I got a bottle of champagne from Ann Marie which I opened BY MYSELF on the porch of Joe's and Christopher's place. I somehow ended up with Stasia's scarf at the end of the night, woke up remembering that I'd kissed Pete (who's straight), and left the light above my bed when I came home. I guess after a whole bottle of champagne, two shots of Grey Goose, and a shot of Jameson, no wonder.
OOOOHHHH. I bought a book downtown at Virgin entitled Pulp Friction, which is a collection of excerpts from gay male pulp fiction novels from post-war to the '70s. It's pretty fucking hilarious.
Monday, March 03, 2003
No Showtunes tonight, sadly.
I'm at the Reg reading Utopia.
I really can't think about it. It's just really, really upsetting if I try and really, really understand it.
A guy that I know, James Koehn, 2nd year student in the College, committed suicide Friday.
I didn't know him very well, but I did work on a couple of shows with him.
I'm going to SHOWTUNES tonight! Yay! Apparently last week the bartender asked about me because I haven't been in awhile.