i admit it. i went to see the cubs play the giants at wrigley today.
you know, i’ve taken shit for this and i’m sure a bunch of you are going to give me more shit for it, but this is all i have to say on the matter:
baseball > working. full stop.
oh, and: cubs won.
i bought my car on, IIRC, 27 may 2001. i am a good little practical midwesterner and i bought it new with the intention of driving it until it died (which i expected to take roughly 15 years. i will not be surprised if it lasts me 18, but i will be actively disappointed if it’s less than 12.) or until i turn 40. i love my car and i’m happy to think that i have chosen well for a long-term lossy investment.
but on my 40th birthday, no matter how much i love my pretty baby passat, i’ll be picking out a new love: i promised myself a birthday present a long time ago. i will approach middle age with style and german engineering: i’m going to buy myself a porsche. i honestly haven’t decided on which one. i don’t know which model, a convertible or a coupe, or whether i’ll go for a new one or a well-maintained vintage model that i can baby. i know i want a manual transmission. i’m pretty sure i don’t want one that has parts from James Dean’s 550 spyder in it. as for the rest — i’ve got years to figure out the remaining details (as i save up for it, because part of the deal is i have to pay cash for it). but anyways, consumer reports magazine clearly loves me as they recently did a luxury sports car comparison issue of the magazine (“recently” meaning it’s the upcoming october issue), and the 911 ranked #1. it spanked a beemer, a mercedes, a lotus elise (which is, i have to say, one of the ugliest damn cars. srsly, y’all.), a dodge viper, and my personal least favorite, a chevrolet corvette, among others. i have to say i’m a little contemptuous of the excesses of the viper and the ‘vette: they have 8.3 and 7-litre engines, respectively. 8.3 LITER V10, and 510 hp, y’all. that’s faintly ridiculous. the pretty, sleek little 911 carrera, on the other hand, gets 355 hp out of a 3.8L V6. that’s more niqui’s speed, if you’ll pardon the pun. vroom!
you can’t ask for a much better evening than out to listen to jazz at the shedd and ogle the fishies, followed by delicious, delicious sushi. you really just can’t.
the lease at jimbo’s is going to be end on 30 september, and the owner says it will not be renewed. (Crain’s Chicago Business, Tribune.)
to quote a certain eighties film: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU BASTARDS!“
find(1) is the third gear of unix.
it deserves a poem. perhaps later, when i’m not quite so swamped that i’m resorting to using find a lot.
