Hello from Chicago
May. 9th, 2003 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321I'm in a fiendishly expensive internet place in Chicago.
Chicago is uplifting! Yesterday my friend drove me past an area which is supposedly full of skyscrapers but all I saw was a lot of fog. Today, suddenly, brillant sunshine and there they all are! Absolutely glorious.
I spent all day in the Art Institute, having taken a funny little regional train from South Bend to Chicago. I came past a lot of *very* un-European houses: big clapboard things, some rather picturesque with funny turrets and garrets, all plonked down in vast expanses of lawn but nothing in the way of what passes in England for a "garden" (not a shrub in sight, never mind a bed of lobelias or antirrhinums). And a lot of these houses, though all big and detached, looked totally dilapidated: soot-stained walls, porches stove in, yards full of rubbish. Class works in different ways out here, it seemeth.
Am sadly jetlagged and still a bit buzzy from ridiculous pre-flight dread (visions of impending death kept me, the hubster and the youngest son awake for about 3 nights pre-flight, it's quite ridiculous) plus lagging effects of de-fuck-pression.
Will now re-emerge into the hot humidity under the "El" (elevated railway: it's just like in the movies!) and wander about under the skyscrapers some more.
Wish I had k/d epic with me. I feel like revising. ;-)
Chicago is uplifting! Yesterday my friend drove me past an area which is supposedly full of skyscrapers but all I saw was a lot of fog. Today, suddenly, brillant sunshine and there they all are! Absolutely glorious.
I spent all day in the Art Institute, having taken a funny little regional train from South Bend to Chicago. I came past a lot of *very* un-European houses: big clapboard things, some rather picturesque with funny turrets and garrets, all plonked down in vast expanses of lawn but nothing in the way of what passes in England for a "garden" (not a shrub in sight, never mind a bed of lobelias or antirrhinums). And a lot of these houses, though all big and detached, looked totally dilapidated: soot-stained walls, porches stove in, yards full of rubbish. Class works in different ways out here, it seemeth.
Am sadly jetlagged and still a bit buzzy from ridiculous pre-flight dread (visions of impending death kept me, the hubster and the youngest son awake for about 3 nights pre-flight, it's quite ridiculous) plus lagging effects of de-fuck-pression.
Will now re-emerge into the hot humidity under the "El" (elevated railway: it's just like in the movies!) and wander about under the skyscrapers some more.
Wish I had k/d epic with me. I feel like revising. ;-)
