A Landslide Made In Chicago

BLACK PRESIDENTS DAY:

So I basically ran the gambit on election day. Woke up around 11 am (yep still waiting for that Illinois license) and rolled over to the Kenwood Academy gymnasium to get my vote on- the process of which in total only took about 10 minutes. The fact that so many election jumps are in gyms says something about something I'm sure, just not exactly really sure what. Anyway, my crib is literally with in striking distance of two polling station, a block in each direction respectively, however because I live on Dorchester and not 49th or 50th, I missed out on voting at the same joint as Barack, himself, but whatever, i would have also had to vote with William Ayers and Louis Farrakhan, too, and we all know how dangerous those men are. I then went for a long ass bike ride in our freakishly unseasonably warm weather along the lake, took the city all in and then returned to the crib, and ate dinner with the fam. Around 8 I drove downtown, parked in the south loop, and then skate boarded over to John's Essex Election Day party-down town was on serious lock down-I shudder to think of all the crime that took place on the city's periphery. Chilled for a little with Big Head's and Jessi's Court, got SAD (social anxiety disease), too many fuckers I didn't know in too small of a place, and rolled out to watch the landslide become official at the Rainbow, with my boy, Nicky. yes the TV actually works and was on there, I know, crazy, I never thought I'd live to see the day either. Evidently they also turn it on for the oscars, who the fuck knew? Went up to watch Obama's speech at the Clipper with Lucifer, who was crying like a little baby the whole time Barack was doing his thing, exuding intelligence, compassion, and authority on stage. Drove down South to the Skylark to celebrate a little more, great vibes, hugging and cheering, and generally revelry abounded, blah...

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PHOTOGRAPHY:

Do not sleep on the Chicago Cultural Center! Not only is it in one of my favorite buildings in Chicago, the old Harold Washington Library, is truly enlightening architectural experience in itself. But the CCC almost always delivers a grip of, interesting to totally wack, exhibits, as well, that are always free- I think the were a total of 5 shows the last time I went. YO, right now, until Jan 4th there is a totally sick, photography exhibit going right now on the fourth floor. The show is called, Made in Chicago, and curator Whitney Bradshaw basically raids the Bank of America's photo collection, supposedly one of Americans oldest and largest, for important works either taken by a Chicago based photographer or created in the Go. Being a hack of a photographer, myself, I found the variation of style, technique, and subject edifying to say the least-big shout out to Jay Wolke and the Dan Ryan expressway for blowing my mind. Also with the Institute of Design, Columbia College, The Art Institute, UiC, IIT, and even the U of C representing so hard at the show, it's also hard not to be creatively inspired by all that goes on artistically in this fantastic city.