Cinchel’s bike gets stolen; Girl glues books
My friend Iymen asked me last week what blogging meant and I explained, “Blogging is posting a bunch of nonsense on the internet.” Here’s some more nonsense, although, as always it is completely true.
Cinchel’s locked bike and new helmet was ripped off yesterday. He’d been riding it to the train station and then taking the metra to work. It was part of some sweep operation they do in the middle of the day where one guy cuts all of the cables and keeps running then another guy picks up all of the bikes with his van or whatever.
Now, I actually bought him a gift certificate for a new bike for his birthday and we have money for another bike for him but what really gets me angry is that quite a few of the people that ride their bikes to the Metra are immigrants who are commuting way far away for things like menial factory work or cleaning jobs. To pick on the poor and the commuter is just criminal to me. It’s like the antithesis of Robin Hood. I’m not a theft advocate but I think this is probably worse. There’s no insurance company that would reimburse you. You’re just out of luck with no way home.
On the way to the movie in Grant Park yesterday, we saw a girl with a bottle of Elmers carefully choosing sections of a book (the cover was so tattered it was impossible to read the title) and placing glue all over them and shutting it. She sat across the aisle from us on the CTA train we were on. She wasn’t putting glue to seal every page; just some pages. Actually, you’d create an entirely different sort of book by doing this. You wouldn’t really be ruining the book so much as creating a much shorter one in the experimental fiction genre.
She did this to one large book then took out a smaller book from her backpack and began the assaulting adhesive again. Cinchel and I hyothesized: X boyfriend/girlfriend? prank? modern art project?
(now playing: Broadcast: Work and Nonwork)