Inhuman Swill : Chicago
I've been writing science fiction for a very long time. Why did this have to be my most accurate prediction?
The Electoral College convenes today in state capitols across the country to stamp its imprimatur on our recent, horrifying election. This antiquated, anti-democratic convocation was much on my mind two weeks ago when I returned to Chicago to appear at...
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Come out to a very special 100th episode of Tuesday Funk tonight in Chicago!
I'm delighted to be appearing tonight at a very special edition of Chicago's Tuesday Funk reading series. It's the 100th episode of the long-running series. In honor of that occasion, current hosts Andrew Huff and Eden Robins have invited all...
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800 miles behind us, one year ago tonight
Unaware of the severity of the storms on the horizon, two men and a dog set out on harrowing car trip from Chicago to New York City.
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Readings on two consecutive nights
I'll be appearing next week in not one but two of Chicago's most electric reading seriesor "live lit," as we call it 'round these parts. They'll be on consecutive nights, no less, so please block out April 16 and 17...
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Biking on Bryn Mawr
Biking on Bryn Mawr Avenue, clear sky, afternoon sun, I pull over to the curb for the ambulance hurtling my way. But it turns on Clark, and as I pass through the intersection I see the gapers gathered, the body...
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My 2012 World Series prediction
Some of you know I co-produce and co-host a monthly reading series, Tuesday Funk, at a great little bar here in Chicago. At our October event about three weeks ago, I read my story "The Visitors at Wriggly Field," which...
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Robert A. Black Golf Course, Warren Park, Chicago
Golfers in the rain with travel mugs of coffee, like this is their job.
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Tuesday Funk: The Blizzard Edition
First off, I must say that I made it home and back safely. There was some debate about whether or not this month's Tuesday Funk reading would even happen, what with the blizzard and all going on here in Chicago....
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Under their skirts
The sidewalk trees drop their skirts of dirty snow for a silver-tongued winter rain, exposing a careless mulch of cigarettes butts, not to mention the occasional dog turd and chicken bone. Nothing better to do, trees, than eat, shit, and...
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Infidel dog
This morning, with a high of seventy degrees in the forecast, amazing for a November in Chicago, I drove the dog to Warren Park. That's where we go for a special treat instead of our usual neighborhood walk, because the...
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