tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post8299672436811164091..comments2024-03-28T09:46:42.923-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/28/24: Northshore notes: SunsetsNeil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-53135603728119845332023-01-28T15:33:41.623-06:002023-01-28T15:33:41.623-06:00Caren, I hear your voice now as I reread your perf...Caren, I hear your voice now as I reread your perfect definition of equals. I always enjoy your perspective and insight.Baruchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10568908951400103413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-23857260945611257082023-01-28T13:18:35.718-06:002023-01-28T13:18:35.718-06:00Neil; I have thoroughly culled my friend group sin...Neil; I have thoroughly culled my friend group since COVID started, and perhaps I've been culled as well. I can relate to trying to reinstate a friendship better left as memories already shared. I have also noticed that all of my relationships shift and change, grow, fade out, etc., and I'm not sure what the future holds. I've noticed a quote that states "you have not yet met all of the people who will love you," and I find this is true. Folks show back up in beautiful ways, too.Carennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-22947777208013200402023-01-28T13:16:20.982-06:002023-01-28T13:16:20.982-06:00Thanks Joe! I am from Chicago proper; was born and...Thanks Joe! I am from Chicago proper; was born and raised in Rogers Park, lived in every Chicago area you can think of. Or most. Then moved to Texas for 7 years. Moved back to Chicago in May '21 because my family is here and I missed them post-COVID break. I lived on Elston & Milwaukee, which was under the final approach fix of an O'Hare flight path. Then I moved into a place on Ravenswood & Wilson (when I was born we lived on Ravenswoord for a short time). Three of my immediate neighbors got car jacked in December of '21, I had loud neighbors and the landlords were unable to help, so I found a tiny house to rent in Wilmette. I am now near high school friends (I went to North Shore Country Day since I'd be a music student there and my folks scrimped and save to send me there) and it's quiet and safe. Def not with "my people" though... Andersonville would be more my speed if I had been able to find a quiet, safe, affordable rental with parking, which is probably impossible. I might come back one day, but the quietude is quite enjoyable. Are you a Chicagoan?Carennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-45171301309132653662023-01-28T13:13:32.582-06:002023-01-28T13:13:32.582-06:00I think I've mentioned this before, either to ...I think I've mentioned this before, either to Mr. S. or to Caren, but I hate virtual. I don't...and won't...do virtual. Not for nobody, not no-how. <br /><br />I'm an old-school facetime (small F) kind of guy, and I've always felt that if I can't see somebody or do something face-to-face, it probably isn't worth doing. And I don't. If virtual is the future, then give me the past.<br /><br />Even phones, at least for me, are far superior to texting. (I've never tweeted, probably because I'm so long-winded). I still like to send e-mails...for the same reason...my excessive verbosity (Can you tell?). <br /><br />Oh, I bought all the Zoom software during the plague, but I've never hooked it up, not even when the tele-shrink I was "seeing" (in traumatic 2020, natch) advised Zooming. It would be vastly preferable to phoning it in, a method of therapy that didn't work at all for me. I didn't think a Zoom shrink would be that much better. So I just quit, cold turkey.<br /><br />My kid sister (my only remaining close relative) once suggested that we could communicate via Skype (do people still use that?), the method she uses to "visit" with her daughter in California. I declined the offer, in favor of continuing our occasional old-style two-hour phone calls. Works for me. I don't need to see her face, after 70-plus years. Virtual-shmirtual.Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-16114649590161682592023-01-28T13:11:57.028-06:002023-01-28T13:11:57.028-06:00Thanks for being here Mike!Thanks for being here Mike!Carennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-5318480583337624152023-01-28T13:10:42.342-06:002023-01-28T13:10:42.342-06:00Tate, I think it's person to person sometimes....Tate, I think it's person to person sometimes. I am treated well by some of those I'd least expect to do so, and poorly by those who call me a friend.Carennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-36044620995809937552023-01-28T13:09:49.655-06:002023-01-28T13:09:49.655-06:00Baruch, it was I! Former Lyfter and loved it...Baruch, it was I! Former Lyfter and loved it...Carennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-70188660747417948842023-01-28T12:27:36.846-06:002023-01-28T12:27:36.846-06:00I think she's still in Wilmette, and that she ...I think she's still in Wilmette, and that she meant "back home in the Chicago area." A lot of people say they're from Chicago (or Cleveland or Detroit or New York, or wherever) even when they live in a suburb, and not in the city proper. Makes it easier to explain where you're from and avoids a lot of uncomfortable connotations and stereotypes. Many a Skokian, for example, would automatically say they were from Chicago...for a variety of reasons. And I'm not going to elaborate on any of them. Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-74875858616965472752023-01-28T10:47:00.492-06:002023-01-28T10:47:00.492-06:00Of course, it might be that my indulgent customers...Of course, it might be that my indulgent customers weren't really sharing ideas, but rather testing them out on a captive audience.<br /><br />johntatenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-87435921320385874902023-01-28T10:15:22.936-06:002023-01-28T10:15:22.936-06:00Amen to that, anonymous human being.
Amen to that, anonymous human being.<br /><br />Baruchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10568908951400103413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-57781942751765031802023-01-28T09:55:34.119-06:002023-01-28T09:55:34.119-06:00Congrats on taking the plunge. Are you back in Chi...Congrats on taking the plunge. Are you back in Chicago proper?<br /><br />JoeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-28729701183669837052023-01-28T09:53:17.561-06:002023-01-28T09:53:17.561-06:00So, Camus muses about Sisyphus' mental state a...So, Camus muses about Sisyphus' mental state as he watches the rock roll inevitably down the hill.<br /><br />But the great French philosophè doesn't bother to ask the question "What if Sisyphus' just said 'Fuck this!', and stayed up at the top of the mountain?<br /><br />Alone, lonely and deceased...but free from his never-ending burden.<br /><br />Sounds like his story is a sort of Rorschach test on how well one tolerates mundanity.<br /><br />As always, thought provoking, Caren.mikejazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16983194264374507416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-73474815886181760842023-01-28T09:18:37.361-06:002023-01-28T09:18:37.361-06:00Hi Baruch. I drove for Lyft for years! Equals mean...Hi Baruch. I drove for Lyft for years! Equals meaning listening and connecting as equal humans. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-75421403251177696462023-01-28T09:11:09.363-06:002023-01-28T09:11:09.363-06:00I don't really buy the "equals" thes...I don't really buy the "equals" thesis. I drove a cab for 10 years and customers told me things they wouldn't have shared with a spouse, parent or friend; and I often reciprocated, coughing up intimacies and oddities I hadn't even dreamed of confiding with my closest confidant. Maybe we were equals for the moment, but I don't think equality, social, economic, intellectual or whatnot, was pertinent.<br /><br />johntatenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-45020237219072822023-01-28T07:57:41.644-06:002023-01-28T07:57:41.644-06:00Would appreciate flushing out this concept of equa...Would appreciate flushing out this concept of equals. Intellectually? Economically? Politically? It seems to me that social inequality, the distribution of resources and all that ensues, is the root cause of our societal woes. Must personal connections be burdened by that? I drove Uber for three years and thoroughly enjoyed interactions without regard to a consideration of "equals" status.Baruchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10568908951400103413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-56205787287935096862023-01-28T07:29:33.922-06:002023-01-28T07:29:33.922-06:00Zoom certainly offers much in the way of virtual c...Zoom certainly offers much in the way of virtual contact. We Zoom with our son once a week which is way better than than simply phoning. <br />This is probably the only good thing that came out of COVID.<br />It could only go so far as nothing beats personal contact. After not visiting our son for over a year we came up with a plan. We’d drive up, rent an Airbnb, and meet at a park in Logan Square. Our hugs could only last five seconds while we held our breath (We cheated a little).<br />It was October. It was 42 degrees (Pretty cold for a Floridian). We didn’t care. We stayed two days. Worth every second.Lesnoreply@blogger.com