Storm-charged large waves on Lake Michigan batter the Chicago lake shore on a squally day; photograph by Joshua Mellin, source image here.
It has been an awful day so far in that I had a crushing headache this early afternoon and I feel uneasy and agitated -- all the more so because of work-related issues (discussed below). However, first things first ...
I composed an entry last night but it is the one for M-WADE Tipamillyun turning the big For-OH, I mean, 4-0, later this week.
However, even as I composed it, I realized how little I care and that I'm only doing it basically out of a habit and custom.
What do I give a damn about anything to do with the Baby Wade?
I'm also very perturbed about my impending -- yes, impending -- trip to Chicago next week. It's a work trip for the same program office for which I attended the workshop in Atlanta in early March and for the same purpose.
The issue is that I extended my stay from the end of the workshop (mid-afternoon Thursday) to Sunday in order to visit Chicago, a city I've never actually previously visited (instead only having jetted, pun intended, through O'Hare and Midway airports), but I cannot find a hotel room nor even an Airbnb (or VRBO).
Chicago as seen from a high rise overlooking Lincoln Park.
The available hotel rooms and Airbnb spaces in the Loop / Near North Side / Lake View ("Boystown") / and Lincoln Park are exorbitantly priced (often well over $500/night) -- yet another libertarian "dynamic pricing" paradise, I guess, also known as "price gouging" -- and I'm tempted just to cancel the "pleasure" part of the trip.
As it is, I don't enjoy anything.
Buckingham Fountain in Chicago; let's all sing the "Married, With Children" theme song.
Quick, somebody call Big Y'EYEMAH, a.k.a., the Big Yo'meye'mah (thanks, Chris T. for that): I could use the cooing at that crowded mind-body intersection of failure, passivity, and enormity.
I actually don't believe that there is a shortage of rooms for a random weekend in early June in Chicago. I think it's more the Orwellian quality of our reality.
Cloud Gate, a.k.a., "The Bean," Millennium Park, Chicago.
At this point, if I want to stay, is find a place miles and miles out and take in the "L" train through every Good Times ghetto just to see the Cloud Gate sculpture, a.k.a., The Bean, the Willis (Sears) Tower, and Buckingham Fountain. (Then there was the Chicago Stockyards, but I'm not sure where they were located.)
I might just nix the extra three days -- it's just not worth it given all the transportation and accommodation troubles.
Chicago's infamous stockyards: Union Stock Yard & Transit Co., 1947.
Beyond that, though, the bigger issue is whether I'll even have my current job by fall thanks to the Trump/Putin budget that just came out -- one that the inverted Marxist Republican radicals of the GOP Cult are only too happy to pass since it includes Paul Ryan's "secret sauce" of no taxes on billionaires mixed with a bunch of libertarian claptrap, Mitch McConnell amorality, and neo-Confederate "Freedom Caucus" tea-baggery.
Abandoned garden apartment complex outdoor courtyard -- quickly becoming overgrown along Q Street just west of the Dumbarton Bridge over Rock Creek -- Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 3:33PM May 21, 2017.
I suspect that this apartment complex is to undergo a major renovation -- or replacement. Nothing remains abandoned in Georgetown for very long.
This budget "proposal" is a disaster for the part of the federal agency that I support, but none of it is intended to work. Again, we're back in George Orwell territory.
This is a good time to post this memorable and timely quote by the late, great Isaac Asimov:
"There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that 'my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.'"
-- Isaac Asimov, 1980 "A Cult of Ignorance"
If I do lose this job, well, I'm not going to kill myself trying to get another one. Instead of looking for a job, I'll just be the best burden to society that I can be.
We've created a Frankensteinian monstrous system that is simultaneously rigged and so overcrowded that it no longer functions.
Ooohhh, let me submit my resume to this online portal and watch the magic of the internet and the "marketplace" take over.
What a bunch of 1998 techno-glibertarian garbage is that.
That's the kind of shit that Wall-P spouts in some self-deluded sense of his own genius, clueless that he is a bribed tool of oligarchical intrigue living in a gilded cage.
"Eh. Eh. Eheheh. Looking for a job is all failure until it's a success. Eh. Eh. Eheheh."
Ohhhh, shut-up, Wall-P, you travel-sized tube of vendible corporate stoogery.
In point of fact, the internet is nothing but filth, foreign trolls, malware, alternative facts and false realities, and atomization of human relations.
2700 block Poplar St NW, Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 3:40PM May 21, 2017.
Poplar Street is a side street in Georgetown that dead ends into a flight of steps leading up to the sidewalk of 28th Street between O and P Streets NW.
Anyway, last night, I went to the gym and had a decent workout BUT! I dramatically reduced my treadmill time from 65 minutes to 30 minutes and only got to 2.6 miles rather than 6.67 miles.
This was partly because I walked about 9 miles on Sunday on a big loop from my apartment via Dupont Circle into Georgetown to the Key Bridge, down the Mt. Vernon bike trail to the 14th Street Bridge and back home via Trade. (The remainder of the photographic images in this entry were taken on that walk.)
Another view of the 2700 block of Poplar Street, Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 3:40PM May 21, 2017.
To be clear, the 2700 block of Poplar Street is the only block of Poplar Street that exists.
In addition, I'm just completely burnt out on jogging so much -- and in the context of having gained nearly 20 pounds in the past 12 to 18 months (true, about half is muscle mass) -- following a loss of 42 pounds the 3-1/2 years prior to that, and I don't feel like blowing out my knees by the time I am a 50-something man.
Rosslyn skyline as seen on the Key Bridge over the Potomac River, 5:14PM May 21, 2017.
Sunday was quite overcast at times but there wasn't any rain.
As it is, I've treadmill jogged on the order of 3,000 miles in the past 4 years and 11 months, so that's clear across the Lower 48. This is a ballpark figure based on a few reasonable assumptions.
The Washington Monument (and Post Office Tower) as seen across the Potomac River from the Mt. Vernon bicycle trail, Arlington, Va., 5:58PM May 21, 2017.
For tonight, I'm unsure whether to go to the gym again. My plan had been Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, but I could do Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
Another view of the Washington Monument as seen across the Potomac River from the Mt. Vernon bicycle trail, Arlington, Va., 6:03PM May 21, 2017.
Today is an overcast, cool day, air temp around 67F, dew point about 60F, easterly (maritime) breeze, and scattered light showers in the area. Rain is forecasted for tonight and again tomorrow night into Thursday. Good.
Folks are bellyaching because it isn't relentlessly hot and sunny. To hell with them. This isn't frickin' Phoenix.
The base of the Washington Monument and nearby trees, Washington, D.C., 6:48PM May 21, 2017.
The National Mall area was overloaded with tourists. The tourists from, say, the Arab speaking countries or India or Europe only get on nerves light-to-moderately.
It's the yall'ing, drawling, slovenly bovine tourists from Trump's America that get on my nerves -- and the last thing I want to do, when on a walk making a pit stop at one of the memorials' subterranean bathrooms, is to smell the inside of their colons and the remains of their digested "Make America Great Again" McRib dinners.
OK, I think that's all for now. I'm in a crap mood today and additional writing isn't going to improve that.
As an update to the Chicago trip, I know a former coworker who lives there with her boyfriend who said I could stay at their apartment, so maybe I will remain there the extra three days.