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jack_babalonDid you know there was a World Pillow Fight Day and that it was tomorrow?
I didn't either until a few hours ago when a bearded madman came barreling into the Witch House enroute to a swank Midtown gallery opening. I held him at bay with the sharp end of my fork - freshly impaled with shredded spinach for extra damage - and told him to talk sense god-dammit I was trying to eat my dinner!
"It's true" he insisted and his mighty beard began to puff out to Dostoyevskian proportions around his neck, "... and furthermore my good man, I am proud to report that our fine city will be partaking in this international mass ritual of mock-combat!"
Before I could shriek in protest otherwise, he launched himself across the room in a blur, quickly hijacking my computer and pulling up window after window until...
"There!" he roared victoriously jabbing the screen insistently with a curiously soot-stained finger, "It even has its own facebook page!"
"Holy shit..." I shouted bolting upright out of my chair, sending salad and blueberry-green tea to splash against the nicotine stained walls before me, "... why are you still here! Good Devil, man... just what is it that you would have me do, that I might enjoy the remainder of my meager supper in peace?"
"Tell them, damn you, tell them all..."
"Wait, hol' up a second" I shrug helplessly, "Tell who 'damn you'?"
"Silence!" and from the bottom of his beard the heads of seven hissing ferrets emerged to bare their teeth at me. "Tell them all... of the coming battle tomorrow! Three o'clock! Freedom Park! Bring a pillow!"
"Uh... okay... anything else?"
"NO!" and the ferrets sank slowly back into the feral depths of his chin-safari, their eyes never wavering from mine the whole time. With that he bade me a 'good evening', doffed an imaginary hat in salute and left back down the stairs from which he came. I for my part promptly continued with my meal, that is what little of it I could scrape from the walls and table top and from my left chest pocket.
So, y'know... there's a pillow fight or something going on tomorrow. You in or what?
Also on the agenda and later in the day is attempting to attend this event:
It's being billed by the Creative Loafing as a free show and it sounds pretty kick-ass from where I'm sitting. I'll probably go and check it out before Vee gets off work tomorrow.
As an aside, just a little Terminus psychogeography trivia if you're interested -
The gallery the event is taking place is actually being held in the warehouse where the old Abraxas Lodge used to hold a semi-weekly Gnostic Mass and break in the occasional Minerval recruited from the alternative classified section. The warehouse next door had been converted by a tribe of skateboarders into an indoor park and there were frequent feuds reported between the two neighbors. The surrounding neighborhood was considered 'no-go' after dark. A lot of that was typical 'inner-city-boogey-man' bullshit, but there was enough going down on that side of the tracks to keep things interesting if you were on foot. Keep in mind this was some 15 years ago. Now the neighborhoods mainly soft lofts hastily converted into apartments to survive in the current economy. Big stacks of soulless boxes painted in sensible pastels sitting on a steady foundation of cafes and expensive boutiques. Meanwhile cube clones jog around with impunity while the old Lodge and Underground Skatepark down the road have been converted into a gallery.
Though I miss the old city - the Freaknik panics and the cheap rent and the secret parties on south side - I try to keep in mind that this is the nature of the beast. Cities like people change over time (albeit cities age in decades while people pass regrettably in years). Who knows what 'Terminus' will look like by then? No doubt new slums and terrible utopias await!
I didn't either until a few hours ago when a bearded madman came barreling into the Witch House enroute to a swank Midtown gallery opening. I held him at bay with the sharp end of my fork - freshly impaled with shredded spinach for extra damage - and told him to talk sense god-dammit I was trying to eat my dinner!
"It's true" he insisted and his mighty beard began to puff out to Dostoyevskian proportions around his neck, "... and furthermore my good man, I am proud to report that our fine city will be partaking in this international mass ritual of mock-combat!"
Before I could shriek in protest otherwise, he launched himself across the room in a blur, quickly hijacking my computer and pulling up window after window until...
"There!" he roared victoriously jabbing the screen insistently with a curiously soot-stained finger, "It even has its own facebook page!"
"Holy shit..." I shouted bolting upright out of my chair, sending salad and blueberry-green tea to splash against the nicotine stained walls before me, "... why are you still here! Good Devil, man... just what is it that you would have me do, that I might enjoy the remainder of my meager supper in peace?"
"Tell them, damn you, tell them all..."
"Wait, hol' up a second" I shrug helplessly, "Tell who 'damn you'?"
"Silence!" and from the bottom of his beard the heads of seven hissing ferrets emerged to bare their teeth at me. "Tell them all... of the coming battle tomorrow! Three o'clock! Freedom Park! Bring a pillow!"
"Uh... okay... anything else?"
"NO!" and the ferrets sank slowly back into the feral depths of his chin-safari, their eyes never wavering from mine the whole time. With that he bade me a 'good evening', doffed an imaginary hat in salute and left back down the stairs from which he came. I for my part promptly continued with my meal, that is what little of it I could scrape from the walls and table top and from my left chest pocket.
So, y'know... there's a pillow fight or something going on tomorrow. You in or what?
Also on the agenda and later in the day is attempting to attend this event:
It's being billed by the Creative Loafing as a free show and it sounds pretty kick-ass from where I'm sitting. I'll probably go and check it out before Vee gets off work tomorrow.
As an aside, just a little Terminus psychogeography trivia if you're interested -
The gallery the event is taking place is actually being held in the warehouse where the old Abraxas Lodge used to hold a semi-weekly Gnostic Mass and break in the occasional Minerval recruited from the alternative classified section. The warehouse next door had been converted by a tribe of skateboarders into an indoor park and there were frequent feuds reported between the two neighbors. The surrounding neighborhood was considered 'no-go' after dark. A lot of that was typical 'inner-city-boogey-man' bullshit, but there was enough going down on that side of the tracks to keep things interesting if you were on foot. Keep in mind this was some 15 years ago. Now the neighborhoods mainly soft lofts hastily converted into apartments to survive in the current economy. Big stacks of soulless boxes painted in sensible pastels sitting on a steady foundation of cafes and expensive boutiques. Meanwhile cube clones jog around with impunity while the old Lodge and Underground Skatepark down the road have been converted into a gallery.
Though I miss the old city - the Freaknik panics and the cheap rent and the secret parties on south side - I try to keep in mind that this is the nature of the beast. Cities like people change over time (albeit cities age in decades while people pass regrettably in years). Who knows what 'Terminus' will look like by then? No doubt new slums and terrible utopias await!
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on 2009-04-04 11:24 am (UTC)Kick much feathery ass.
Sadly, I have to miss the one here in Chi-Town but I am sending soldiers.