What ruins a great day...

Slow walkers.  I hate nothing more than getting up to a brisk pace with Michael Jackson's "Blame in on the Boogie" setting the tone and then snapping back to reality once I realize that the person or persons in front of me are..........walking.............this............slow.  Now, I will admit that I am a fast walker- I take pride in the fact that I look like I am incredibly important and need to get to an incredibly important meeting with incredibly important people, but don't you DARE rain on my parade by finding the patterns in the concrete you're walking on more urgent than the people behind you. You don't need to check out every store front window you come across when half of them have "Rent This Space" on them, you don't need to be pushing a stroller that could compete with a Boeing 747 in size and price and you don't need to swerve from left to right across the sidewalk making it incredibly awkward to bypass. The worst perpetrators are couples whose love is so important and so strong and syrupy that the physically can NOT seem to put one foot in front of the other. So unless you see the face of Jesus in the asphalt, keep moving.


... Ok. The vein on my head has subsided, I shall now begin to work on the following three papers:
1) Photography
2) Parisian Architecture
3) Catholic Architecture in Chicago

Annnnd I finally get to start doing some work with FEST-- applications for FEST assistants will go out soon enough and the poll will hopefully be ready in a few short weeks. HOT DAMN I can't wait for the poll to go out. I'm trusting that all of you will share it with your friends when it does, yeah?

Best,

RL