Enjoy your afternoon. GALVANIZE!
Chicagoist: Man Killed by Red Line; Passengers in the Dark. The article in today's Chicagoist.com reminds of me an entry I posted in March 2001. I have been blogging for 4 1/2 years now. Uptempo Orpheus is actually my second blog. The first was called I'm Just Glad to be Here.
reposted from March 15, 2001:
Ides of March Train Trauma
The weather is gray and rainy.
The rain may turn to snow. The Purple Line train is not running to
the Loop. The Brown Line (my train) is only making stops in half of the Loop because of structural damage to a downtown building . Needless to say, the
commute this morning was not so pleasant. The trains were super-packed and
no one was happy to be on them. Everyone seemed wet, tired and annoyed.
Anyway, I have to transfer to the Red Line train at Belmont. Per usual,
assholes get on the train and stand near the entrance/exit rather than
actually moving into the train so others can get on behind them. I decide to
push my way in. No one moves even when I use my kindest and most civil voice
to say, "excuse me, please." The best I can get from these lumps of wet wool
is a shoulder that someone moves for me to pass. I exchange glances with a
sitting passenger and I can tell that he gets the absurdity of the whole
So, there I am standing smooshed in this crowd just breathing
and trying to think of something other than the fact that I am trapped in
this box underground in a crowd. BTW, I have an acute case of demophobia,
which is like agoraphobia but I could care less about open spaces and
markets. As a matter of fact, I am better when the crowd is in the open. I
have trouble in enclosed spaces with a crowd. I can perform for a huge crowd
but I hate to be in one.
Finally, someone near me gets off the train. Yeah, we are going to spread out a little. No, we are not because the queen in front of me has decided that only he needs more room. He actually takes space from me. Now, I lived in London and have travelled around Europe so I know I can used to the idea of a smaller personal space but this guy is taking advantage. At the next stop, someone else exits, the queen takes more space. Now wait a minute. I tapped him on the shoulder and say, "excuse me but do you have enough room sweetie?" He replies, "yes." I say, "Share the wealth, Honey. Share the wealth". I go on,"If you back up any further, my umbrella is going to be up your ass. And it has a hair trigger. It could go up any moment." He moved. I sighed. I got off two stops later.
This weekend I learned a few things about myself. First, I do not the current sweltering weather here in Chicago. This weekend I had to work Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Neither was all that pleasant.
Saturday afternoon Steve surprised me and took me to the Chicago Botanic Gardens. This has to be one of the most beautiful gardens I have ever visited but definitely a cooler day activity. The temp was in the 90s but with the heat index, it felt like it was in the 100s. While we were there I enjoyed the gardens that we saw but we eventually had to leave because the sun and temp was too cruel. On the way home we had to make a few stops and I demanded my favorite hotdog from Superdawg. The juicy and delicious sausage and fries was good going down but a nightmare as it sat heavily in my stomach for the next several hours.
Knowing that I had a special Straight & Nappy performance that night, I tried to nap when I got home. I was able to sleep for a half hour before I heard microphone feedback. There was a band performing in the park behind our house. I guess I was going to have to get up. I did. Steve and I decided to take the dogs to the park to hear the band. The band was not very good. They weren't completely horrible but they were not great. Two of the three singers were alright but the third was a nightmare. You could hear her off-pitch bird calling, that she thought was singing, for blocks. I know because I couldn't take her anymore and walked away with the dogs. Three blocks later, my ears were still in pain. The band in the park stopped performing around 7:40 pm and the band performing on the other end of the block at a house party got started. It was a busy little night on our block.
I had a show at 10:15 pm at a north side theatre. Rebecca and I were performing with some friends that have their own comedy troupe. To be honest, we have been so busy trying to open Boojie Nights that I almost forgot we had booked this gig. The show went fine but I was sooooooooooooo tired but when I got home that night, I had insomnia and was up until 3:30ish in the morning. That was when I realized that I didn't feed the dogs that night. It was so hot that Steve and I skipped dinner and consequently the dogs fasted that day too.
Sunday, I had to help run the Storybus. We were at a local street fair that was underattended because of the heat. We told one story (instead of four) to 9 kids. We basically stood around and sweated during the hottest parts of the day (11 am - 4 pm) for nothing. I was in a terrible mood afterwards, if you can imagine that. Steve picked me up on his motorcycle and offered to take me to a restaurant for food. I was too gross and needed a shower. Following my shower, I was told that one of Steve's friends was coming over. His (our) friend's live-in boyfriend was out of town and he needed company. We helped provide that. We were originally going to go out for tapas but Steve suggested Asado. It was a great idea. Good wine, 20-30 items on the salad bar to choose from plus all the meat you could imagine. I loved it. Steve managed to turn my day around.
When we left the restaurant it was still uncomfortable and warm but we went home and watched Team America:World Police. I went to bed happy.
With regret, we announce the closing of the Majestic Midway Theater. Thank
you for your support of our first home.
Due to increased rental costs and insurance premiums, we cannot continue to operate at 5722 W 63rd Street.
In the works…theatre company will be spending the next year
looking for a new home, developing more programming and fundraising.
Watch for announcements of upcoming readings, workshops, and
We cannot thank you enough for your support and
interest in our first year and promise there is much more to
Jenniffer J. Thusing
In the works…theatre company