Monday, August 30, 2004


I agree with Chicagoist--this is one of those things that is simultaneously cringe-inducing and terrible, yet also...just the tiniest bit...extremely funny. (N.B.: strong language.) My favorite part? The DMB is 'willing to offer DNA samples to clear up the matter." Did you HEAR that? The band that sold 50 million records may have to provide stool samples to the CPD in order to solve the mystery! Nobody drops human waste on a tour boat in Chicago and gets away with it! We've got our priorities in order!

Saturday, August 28, 2004


Poverty, inner-city life, drugs, fatherhood. From NY Times magazine; very, very good. Via Eve Tushnet.


"There is so much to the City, so many little worlds on the wax and wane, pulling you in and pushing you out...there are cafes and clubs where you can speak Amharic, Bulgarian, or Catalan, and next door to each there are others where you can leave the mother tongue and mother country behind. People come here to be dancers, bankers, witches, chefs; to take jobs that have been just invented or long forgotten, union jobs and city jobs. New York maintains civil-service positions for ostlers--they take care of the municipal horses--and may be the only city to do so since the Kaiser left Berlin. If you require other Bulgarian ostlers so as not to feel lonely, you might have a problem, but we have both Bulgarians and ostlers. And there may well be an enclave of Bulgarian ostlers--in Queens, most likely--that I just haven't come across, because I haven't looked. You can never get lost in New York, as long as you keep on moving."
--Edward Conlon, "Blue Blood"

Thursday, August 26, 2004


Is anything better than dried mango?


What is your deal?

My name is Philip Wisniewski. I'm 34, and I'm a circus acrobat with Ringling Brothers-Barnum & Bailey circus. This blog will be mostly about acrobatics, tumbling, flying through the air with the greatest of ease, etc.

You're lying, aren't you?

Yes. My name, really, is David. I'm going to do without a last name for the time being in the interest of keeping myself quasi-anonymous, although I'm sure you could figure it out if you were really motivated.

I'm 25. I'm from the Midwest. In about three weeks I'm going to begin a M.Div program at Princeton Theological Seminary. I'm guessing that that ought to provide plenty of interesting material to blog about, although you never know. I used to operate a blog called Captain Inertia; it's closed down now, but you can still visit it and browse archives, if you want.

In addition to blogging about Christian spirituality and Christian theology, I will also blog about some/all of the following things: the Chicago Cubs, rock music (indie rock, Tom Waits, whatever else I like), current events, monkeys, pirates, robots, ninjas, robot monkeys, pirate ninjas, robot ninjas (etc., etc.), and things I think are funny. I may also vent my spleen from time to time, although who knows.

Where does the name 'Up, lummox!' come from?

See my ramblings on my trip to Ireland of 2004, from my old blog. In short, I just thought it was a funny saying, and I still say it to myself occasionally, mostly when I'm trying to pry myself out of bed in the morning.



His name? Jordy. His hit song? "It's Tough to be a Baby." I won't give away the whole story, but suffice it to say that it starts with "four-year-old French rap sensation" and ends with "legally emancipated from parents and living on farm."

Via Charlie, who has no blog.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004


"As for me, I have always liked to think of myself as the Chuck Wepner of cooking. Chuck was a journeyman 'contender,' referred to as the 'Bayonne Bleeder' back in the Ali-Frazier era. He could always be counted on to last a few solid rounds without going down, giving as good as he got. I admired his resilience, his steadiness, his ability to get it together, to take a beating like a man."
--Anthony Bourdain, "Kitchen Confidential"