4500 N Maplewood, aerially. 

Ethnic Adventures!

Mysore Woodlands. What does that sound like to you? Do you think you'd like to eat dinner there? If you did, you'd be glad, because it is an incredible Indian restaurant Ian and I went to last night on what's got to be one of the most fascinating stretches of pavement in all of Chicago. Taking a left onto Devon from Western, the surroundings seemed normal - hot dog place, Neon car lot etc. But then one block in - and whoa! We're totally in India! We parked the car and started walking, restaurant after amazing restaurant on both sides of the street - our bellies rumbling in pakoranticipation. By the time we reached Mysore Woodlands (Zagat recommended!) our nosehairs tickled by the aroma of cardamom and cumin - we had thrown all sense of reason out the window. We ordered up a Raj's feast, of which we ate about 1/8. Currently the fridge is overflowing with Korma, Chana Masala & probably 5 samosas. No matter. On the way back to the car, we popped into I.S.P. (India Sari Palace) and fondled reams of Indian silk. Overall, not bad for a Friday night.

This girl who

Just got on the train went to sit down in a seat as she got on only there was no seat there and she landed on her tush with her legs splayed and the contents of her briefcase all over the dirty floor. Sometimes taking the train is unbelievably rich.
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Downtown, from brown line headed south 

Garfield Park Conservatory, Chicago 

Hotel Hallway, quite familiar these days! 

Coal Wagon, Wyoming 

Kung Fu Garage Door 

Self after consumption of ubiquitous beer 

Ubiquitous Beer Sign 

Chicago at dusk 

Living Room Update #2 

Living Room Update #1 

Bedroom Update 

Kitchen Update