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Sunday, March 26, 2006

I made it the farthest up the Chicago River ever in my kayak on this Sunday evening's expedition. I don't know if it was the Team Chicago! river cleanup, or just the spring thaws, but the huge tree blocking the river was gone from its spot, and I recognized pieces of it along the banks downstream. I made it all the way up past the National Bohemian Cemetery and to Gompers Park, to where CRISIS left his tag under a bridge in four foot high letters spray-painted on the concrete public works next to a mossy trickle of water coming from an old shattered drain tile. It was a nice day in Chicago today, and the whole way up the river my paddling was marked by the numbers of parents who, after spotting me working my way up through a series of rapids or around shopping carts in the stream, pushed their children's strollers up to the fences lining the banks of the river. So many parents did this today that I got tired of waving to them, then I got tired of nodding at them, and so toward the end I was just sort of trying to ignore them: paddling stoicly past their babies pushed up against the chain link, presumably to watch me paddle past. It makes me wonder why they pushed their babies up to the fence, like, what did they think seeing me paddle past would mean to their children? It better mean something bad, and bitter, and regretful. I'm just saying. Because tomorrow I have to go into work where my favorite part of the day is when I go into the bathroom and pick my nose. I do it for like ten minutes, and I sometimes put it off, like, I'll make a deal where I'll wait until the little clock in the bottom right of my computer screen says 9:30, anything to help the day pass a little easier. One time, when I was in fifth grade (and I may have blogged about this before) I raised one hand in class to answer a question while with the other hand I was vigorously picking my nose, and my teacher made fun of me, and everybody laughed, and I'll never forgive that teacher, because teachers get paid NOT to make fun of students, and because I'm an excessively bitter man. I'll never forgive that teacher. NEVER!!

Here is a list of the sweet birds I saw this weekend: a woodcock flying across the highway from a car just as the sun went down (this is the season where woodcocks fly from their swampy strongholds to open fields to do aerial mating displays that look like how people say UFOs fly), a fox sparrow (monster truck of the sparrow family), a sharpshin hawk, and a sandhill crane flying desperate confused circles all by him or herself high over Chicago.

Brian 6:03 PM

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Thanks for enlightening me that there is such a place as a Bohemian Cemetery. You must truly be a hardcore kayaker to enjoy paddling through shopping cart infused river water all the while subjecting yourself to the amusement of little children. Sometimes I wonder if you are real.

# posted by Little Penguin : 11:31 AM

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