Category Archives: Journal

Oh baby.

Steve and I were excited to welcome our niece, Riley Jude, into the world this Monday.
In a move that can only be described as FAIL, we did not bring a camera.  Ergo, here is a picture of a baby carrot.  Mama Jen looked lovely, and Papa Craig looked awestruck.  Riley is seriously cute.  Uncle Steve [...]

No way.

It’s been a year.  Hard to believe.  You’ll have to ask Steve, but with fifty percent of precincts reporting, the consensus is that being married is awesome.  We are very happy, and one of the greatest things is to look back on our wedding day and recall how loved we felt by all of our [...]

I have also dialed a rotary phone.

Today, my TA at school, a recent high school grad, asked me what people listened to before mp3 players.
“Disc men,” I replied. “But you couldn’t walk too fast, or run with them really. You sort of had to sit with them, holding on with both hands.”
“Oh. Did you ever make a mix tape?”
This [...]

Spore prints

A few years ago, Steve and I saw some mushroom spore prints by Dan Peterman, I think at the MCA. Or the Smart. One of those places with the things on the walls.
We were taken aback by the ghostly, ink-blot qualities they had. Now that this post shows how easy they are [...]

We Could Pretend to be Enormous

I remember going to a dollhouse store once, and coming home with a tiny 24-pack of old fashioned coke bottles in a little red carrying case. Each bottle was maybe the length of my pinky nail.
They were the pride and joy of my dollhouse. Because they LOOKED like REAL COKE BOTTLES — only [...]

One of the best parts

about mornings when Carolyn and I were kids was sharing the funny pages.  We read them every day.  Even the ones we called “serious,” which were mainly grouped on the second, or “bad”, page.  We each discovered that the other had begun reading the serious ones quite by accident.  It happened around the time that [...]

There are all these helicopters

And I don’t know why. I’m googling to find out if Chicago just won the world helicopter cup or something, but I can’t figure anything out. Should I be heading down to the basement with Barkley and some rations of peanut butter?
In other news, I walked across some gravel on my way home [...]

Rex’s Song

I have invented a story in my head. In this story, Rex Grossman has a secret he has kept from almost everybody. He’s kept it from the city of Chicago, NFL analysts, and perhaps even the guests at his party last New Year’s Eve. Lovie probably knows about it, but the rest of us have [...]

All the vegetables

Today’s sandwiches were from Subway. I used to be intimidated by all the questions they ask at Subway, but I worked very hard to memorize all my responses so that I don’t get flustered. The answers are six inch, whole wheat, turkey and ham, yes please, provolone, all the vegetables except for [...]