Minutes (Chicago)

July 2, 2009

posted by Caroline Picard

Fox

  • A rumor filtered through the rush hour train: there is a fox on the train tracks up ahead. I don’t know where this rumor came from since it was not mentioned by the speakers overhead. Nevertheless I could hear people shuffling around, murmuring in the front part of the train car and then the murmurs increased as they passed through the remainder of the car. Everyone was very excited. It felt like we were on Safari.  The train did not stop at the Fullerton platform. We passed right by it and very slow. No one, however, saw the fox.
  • Coffee bar barista, blue eyes of the baby sort; he is the kind of man who will ever look the child. When asked how he is doing he raises two thumbs up with great enthusiasm. “Wow,” the customer says–an older gentleman without a suit. “It looks like you’re having a great day already. Two thumbs. Huh.” The manboy pauses, looks at his thumbs, “But it’s out of five,” he says. “Five?” the customer asks. “Five thumbs,” says the manboy. “I give two thumbs on a scale of five.”
  • Overheard at Triangle Park (three hipsters talk back and forth; Chubbs is lean and tall like a pencil. he shifts his bike back and forth with three spare bike wheels attached to his back pack. He wears loafers, no socks, short shorts and a small rainbow bright girly tee. Brown has a mowhawk and a single diamond earring. He has thick forearms. Palsy is Irish and doughy. He wears moccassins and a muscle tee. He has the affect of one who spends most of his time with other men.)

Brown: He had a wizard tatoo on his calf and he had a souped up Camero. He used to make me skip work and drive around in his Camero with him. He was crazy. He did a lot of meth. I couldn’t say no or he would hit me. Or stab the Gyro spit with several knives. He liked to joy ride. There was a sub-woofer in the back. It was kind of fun I guess.

Chubbs: I had a Camera once.

Palsy: Was it souped up?

Chubbs: Yes.

Brown: I got to go guys. (rides away)

Chubbs: That kid’s past is littered with dudes with wizard tattoos.

Palsy: Did he tell you about how he was a den mother once?

REMY

June 18, 2009

Remy was always coming apart. The skin about his nose was always falling off and his blonde hair was always filled with snow. If Remy saw your eyes wander to his shoulders or chest he would quickly announce his hobbies. He solders, he says, small tiny electronic machines. He sticks tiny colored wires in inviting holes, and when positioned perfectly, he seals the deal with a drop of hot runny metal. And a brief puff of smoke is exhaled. Steam really.

The microchips he explains, are very sensitive. He has no rugs in his home, he remarks. Because static electricity is everywhere, he marvels, like snow. And it is the scourge of tiny machines.

He keeps the humidity low in his apartment, he explains. For the machines. This prevents him from keeping orchids, with their fragile blooms and thirst for airy water, in his apartment.

When, on the first day of graduate school, everyone created a username that would attach to their official email addresses, Remy chose remydelights. One day he sent out an official correspondence to all of his contacts to explain that his full first name was “Jeremy” and his last name was not “Delights”.

(crossposted at http://urbesque.blogspot.com/)