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So, I've decided that I don't want to do any sort of year in review post because... I'm not entirely happy with 2007, aaaand it's actually kind of hard for me to sort out exactly what out of last school year happened in '07, and what happened in '06. So, instead, I present to you a list of Largely Nonsensical Random Things and Moments of '07. Originally, there were going to be pictures too, but then I realized that it's dark out when I leave work, and I can't stand around on street corners taking pictures in the dark. (Well, I can, but on a night like tonight, with snow and lots of people out and about, that might not be the best plan.) So, picture may or may not be forthcoming. And, that aside:
Biggest Lie of '07: The Chocolate Smell. There are parts of Chicago that have a very strong chocolate odor yet, upon closer inspection, there is no section of Chicago made of chocolate. Often in the running for biggest lie of the year, The Chocolate Smell tops the list this year because it is the clearest evidence that Chicago is made of lies.
Runner up: The Cake.
Best Testament to the Unshakable Will of Chicago: The Northeast Corner of State and Illinois. Around September, this side of the street was closed off for construction. However, there is a bus stop at the southeast corner, and a red line stop one block north. Over the months, the people continued to ignore the "sidewalk closed" sign. So a concrete barrier was put up to protect those of us walking on the road in blatant disregard of the "sidewalk closed" sign. Then the sidewalk closed sign was removed. And now there is a concrete ramp at the end of the concrete barrier leading back up to the sidewalk, in case it was hard to step back up onto the curb. Way to go, Chicago. The lesson for everyone here is that ignoring signs for months will eventually get you what you want.
Runner up: The fact that so many people still live here.
Creepiest Moment: There were many moments in the running for year's creepiest moment. So many, in fact, that in the end it came down to a tie, with both events taking place on the CTA. Creepiest Moment on the Red Line: Masturbating guy. I don't think I told this story. But his name says it all. Sat down across from me, started grinning at me, things went downhill from there and I fled. I also composed a poem in his honor, but I didn't write it down. Creepiest Moment on the 65 Grand: "I will mutilate the genitals of anyone who looks at you wrong" guy. A stickler for graphic detail, his performance was unforgettable. There were also arm motions. Enough said.
Biggest "What?" Moment on the CTA: On the 70 Division at the Sacramento stop while I was quietly reading the Onion on the way home from work, some guy pointed his newspaper at me, very forcefully said no, and then exited the bus. I did not understand.
Month Most Likely to be Repressed: August. August was full of stress, and stress, and some more stress. And so I am officially forgetting it.
Month I Already Don't Remember Because Nothing Happened: October. I'm pretty sure nothing happened in October. I'd be more sure, but I don't remember October.
Oldest Lime Boat Still In Service: The S.S. Revenge. As of December 5th 2007, it is a year old.
Most Psychologically Destructive Revenge Taken Upon Me: The beeping annoyance device my R.A. defeated me with last year while I was working on my BA. Yeah...
Best Revenge: Taping the "Cylon" sign to a friend on my birthday, and him not noticing nearly the entire night.
I will probably add more as the night goes on.
Biggest Lie of '07: The Chocolate Smell. There are parts of Chicago that have a very strong chocolate odor yet, upon closer inspection, there is no section of Chicago made of chocolate. Often in the running for biggest lie of the year, The Chocolate Smell tops the list this year because it is the clearest evidence that Chicago is made of lies.
Runner up: The Cake.
Best Testament to the Unshakable Will of Chicago: The Northeast Corner of State and Illinois. Around September, this side of the street was closed off for construction. However, there is a bus stop at the southeast corner, and a red line stop one block north. Over the months, the people continued to ignore the "sidewalk closed" sign. So a concrete barrier was put up to protect those of us walking on the road in blatant disregard of the "sidewalk closed" sign. Then the sidewalk closed sign was removed. And now there is a concrete ramp at the end of the concrete barrier leading back up to the sidewalk, in case it was hard to step back up onto the curb. Way to go, Chicago. The lesson for everyone here is that ignoring signs for months will eventually get you what you want.
Runner up: The fact that so many people still live here.
Creepiest Moment: There were many moments in the running for year's creepiest moment. So many, in fact, that in the end it came down to a tie, with both events taking place on the CTA. Creepiest Moment on the Red Line: Masturbating guy. I don't think I told this story. But his name says it all. Sat down across from me, started grinning at me, things went downhill from there and I fled. I also composed a poem in his honor, but I didn't write it down. Creepiest Moment on the 65 Grand: "I will mutilate the genitals of anyone who looks at you wrong" guy. A stickler for graphic detail, his performance was unforgettable. There were also arm motions. Enough said.
Biggest "What?" Moment on the CTA: On the 70 Division at the Sacramento stop while I was quietly reading the Onion on the way home from work, some guy pointed his newspaper at me, very forcefully said no, and then exited the bus. I did not understand.
Month Most Likely to be Repressed: August. August was full of stress, and stress, and some more stress. And so I am officially forgetting it.
Month I Already Don't Remember Because Nothing Happened: October. I'm pretty sure nothing happened in October. I'd be more sure, but I don't remember October.
Oldest Lime Boat Still In Service: The S.S. Revenge. As of December 5th 2007, it is a year old.
Most Psychologically Destructive Revenge Taken Upon Me: The beeping annoyance device my R.A. defeated me with last year while I was working on my BA. Yeah...
Best Revenge: Taping the "Cylon" sign to a friend on my birthday, and him not noticing nearly the entire night.
I will probably add more as the night goes on.