Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Ingrid Graf 1969 - 2009
Ingrid Susan Graf, a remarkably bright and engaging young woman, much loved by friends and family, died on March 29th at the age of 40.
A graduate of St. Ignatius College Prep and Oberlin College, Ingrid continued her pursuit of useful knowledge by completing two masters degrees: Masters of Social Work at Loyola University, and an M.B.A. at the University of Illinois. Ingrid applied her great intellect to helping people, working first at the Department of Children and Family Services, and then for 11 years at the University of Illinois Survey Research Lab, where her colleagues appreciated her energy and imagination, and her skill at planning and directing their important social science projects and coordinating their efforts.
She is survived by her boyfriend Chris Williams and her immediate family--cousins Cindy Paulauskas, Terri Lydon and Tom Lydon, uncles John Radner and John Reque, Aunt Barbara Radner, and mother Mary Ann Pike--as well as by hundreds of friends. Her family is deeply thankful for the great efforts of the Chicago Fire Department and the extraordinary care of the doctors, nurses and staff at Northwestern Hospital, and for the many kindnesses of Father Paulson and Ingrid's friends during this time of loss. There was a private burial on March 31st, and there will be a Memorial Service on May 16th where her hundreds of friends can celebrate her life and enduring friendship. "In a chaotic world, friendship is the most elegant, the most lasting way to be useful. We are, each of us, a living testament to our friends' compassion and tolerance, humor and wisdom, patience and grit." (Lonely Planet, Steven Dietz, 1992.)
The family has established a scholarship fund at St. Ignatius to honor Ingrid. For information, contact Tom Ramsden: 312.432.8346, tom.ramsden@ignatius.org.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Last Snowy Sunday (hopefully)
Above is a picture of Clara and my newest Craigslist find - an Eames (esque) Terrarium! Not sure if I'm gonna put an animal in there (a turtle perhaps) or some plants.
Well, this is what it looks like 2 days before the beginning of April....does winter in the Chi ever end???
Below is a shot from Jessica's wonderful dinner party last night. Many, many bottle of wine were drunk, and we observed Earth Hour for 5 hours! You're welcome, we made up for all you non-eco freaks.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Camouflage: Reoccurring Themes
Above is a photo I took yesterday at the Kohl Children's Museum. The kids can look up and see themselves on a monitor, blending into the trees. At left is a shot from Garden State with Zach Braff. This image really hit the nail on the head for me. I had a vision of this (type of) image for a long time and I think I'm not alone. Below is a picture I took in 1996 as a new photographer. What is it about camouflage?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Memory Foam Can Change Your Life
Clara and I have just come into some Memory Foam (you can see it there on my bed)and it is Amazing! Sleeping is super dreamy, like floating on a cloud.
Misc. shot of the Volvo from my view.
Misc. shot of the Volvo from my view.
Labels:
car culture,
Chicago,
Claradog,
Logan Square,
urban
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
New Appreciation
Today I gained a new appreciation for Nick Colella and his amazing skills. Also for how amazing his tattoo machine is, below.
Labels:
art,
Art Institute of Chicago,
Jess,
Nick Colella,
tattoo
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Srsly? WTF!
I was thinking about having a contest to have people make-up a kooky caption for this photo. But then I realized that the truth is stranger then any fiction you could ever dream up, and so, I will share it with you. Below.
Just like many a great story before this one, this tale begins on Craigslist. As many of you may know, I am moving in May to a much larger apartment. I have been looking for furniture, on craigslist. I found a great 50s table, sturdy American-made-no-name-faux-Danish affair with a built in magazine rack. (see below)
I took a trip to Evergreen Park.
South on the Dan Ryan to 95th.
West on 95th till you pass the Walmart just past Western.
Go left....
No problem.
The Ryan was flying. Express lanes upwards of 85mph. A quick trip over 121 city blocks. Northside to Southside.
I saw the table and offered the asking price ($40) because sometimes it's just not worth bargaining.
I was cruising back home, feeling sweet, hoping to make it to the gym before 9 Westbound on 95th it happened.
My car WAS ATTACKED by a pothole TWO FEET DEEP and SIX FEET WIDE with a raised manhole cover right in the middle of it!It was a hungry monster and my Volvo was easy prey. I wasn't going very fast but that thing came out of NOWHERE.
I limped my injured car through the crazy intersection, bypassing the on ramp back home, pulled in a gas station. a Mobile ABC SNACKS, whatever the hell that is.
Shit. I have to pee. I have a flat tire on the front driver's side and I'm parked at a nasty South Side gas station with bullet proof glass. And bums, and drug dealers and terrible drivers (I witness two accidents and another casualty of the monster)! Allow me to set the scene.
This corner is jumpin' 95th Redline stop, a gang a bus's and of course the Dan Ryan. Bums and crazies are out in full force, like a foul smelling, meth smoking casting call for Thriller. It's deep south baby. And I realize that I can't change the tire here. In fact. It would be best if I stayed in my car and called AAA. My spare is in the back under my new table and my back hatch doesn't stay open on its own. It falls on your head.
God I'm glad I'm not blonde.
I put my hood up and tried to blend in. Everybody wants to talk to the white girl. When I get out of my car they are on my like white on rice. Do I need help? Do I wanna buy a CD or socks or give him some money?! or my number.
Scowling and swearing loudly, I throw them for a loop long enough to survey the car and get back in. 1 hour 45 minutes till the guy comes. Where am I gonna pee...? I can't make it that long.
;)
Just like many a great story before this one, this tale begins on Craigslist. As many of you may know, I am moving in May to a much larger apartment. I have been looking for furniture, on craigslist. I found a great 50s table, sturdy American-made-no-name-faux-Danish affair with a built in magazine rack. (see below)
I took a trip to Evergreen Park.
South on the Dan Ryan to 95th.
West on 95th till you pass the Walmart just past Western.
Go left....
No problem.
The Ryan was flying. Express lanes upwards of 85mph. A quick trip over 121 city blocks. Northside to Southside.
I saw the table and offered the asking price ($40) because sometimes it's just not worth bargaining.
I was cruising back home, feeling sweet, hoping to make it to the gym before 9 Westbound on 95th it happened.
My car WAS ATTACKED by a pothole TWO FEET DEEP and SIX FEET WIDE with a raised manhole cover right in the middle of it!It was a hungry monster and my Volvo was easy prey. I wasn't going very fast but that thing came out of NOWHERE.
I limped my injured car through the crazy intersection, bypassing the on ramp back home, pulled in a gas station. a Mobile ABC SNACKS, whatever the hell that is.
Shit. I have to pee. I have a flat tire on the front driver's side and I'm parked at a nasty South Side gas station with bullet proof glass. And bums, and drug dealers and terrible drivers (I witness two accidents and another casualty of the monster)! Allow me to set the scene.
This corner is jumpin' 95th Redline stop, a gang a bus's and of course the Dan Ryan. Bums and crazies are out in full force, like a foul smelling, meth smoking casting call for Thriller. It's deep south baby. And I realize that I can't change the tire here. In fact. It would be best if I stayed in my car and called AAA. My spare is in the back under my new table and my back hatch doesn't stay open on its own. It falls on your head.
God I'm glad I'm not blonde.
I put my hood up and tried to blend in. Everybody wants to talk to the white girl. When I get out of my car they are on my like white on rice. Do I need help? Do I wanna buy a CD or socks or give him some money?! or my number.
Scowling and swearing loudly, I throw them for a loop long enough to survey the car and get back in. 1 hour 45 minutes till the guy comes. Where am I gonna pee...? I can't make it that long.
;)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Mondays on the Northside
Always something goofy going on. A cute little swim suit for my sisters baby-on-the-way.
Behold, the leaning tower of Niles! A YMCA building and Chicago landmark, sort of.
Behold, the leaning tower of Niles! A YMCA building and Chicago landmark, sort of.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Colt, baby!
I saw this Dodge Colt Vista today on the Blvd.
Below (right) is my old Colt parked next to my buddy Frank's wagon. This was at Augusta and Rockwell 2001.
Below (right) is my old Colt parked next to my buddy Frank's wagon. This was at Augusta and Rockwell 2001.
Labels:
car culture,
Chicago,
Lake.Sky.Vans.,
Logan Square
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Rain Day
Friday, March 06, 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Deadly
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Cock Van
Winter: So Far
For the umpteenth time in the last three months I woke up to a blizzard of snow outside my window and temps hovering around 0˚.
So, I put on my snow pants and grabbed my dog to run a few errands. This garbage can really spoke to me...this is just the winter so far. Wanting it to end will not make it so.
see above for a Claradog cameo.
So, I put on my snow pants and grabbed my dog to run a few errands. This garbage can really spoke to me...this is just the winter so far. Wanting it to end will not make it so.
see above for a Claradog cameo.
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