Sylvia Wrath

Another week in Chi-town has flown by. Monday through Friday I did the requisite job hunting required of the newly unemployed, but that hardly sums up Week 2 of life in the Great Midwest!

First, however, a brief explanation of this week's post title. While out in the frantic neighborhood of Bucktown Saturday night in the stimulating company of Nick Bacon and Jackie Alcantara, a brief discussion of future roller derby names occurred. Now, as I am very interested in joining a team in the near future (so much energy! so much pent-up aggression expressed on wheels!) this subject is of great interest to me. Unfortunately, I cannot take credit for the utter brilliant-ness of "Sylvia Wrath" (thanks Nick!) but I can and will claim the name. Yes!

Had another ah-HA moment Saturday evening. The mystery of the super late-running farmer's market has been solved! In Virginia, as in most places I have spent time in bars, the bars close at 2, and they usually try to kick you out earlier. But here in Chicago, they close at either 2, 3, or 4. And on Saturday nights, they all close one hour later than they normally do. GAH I am not made for 5 am ending nights of debauchery! But I suppose that takes practice. Anyway, no way is anyone getting up at 7 am to go to the farmer's market on Sunday, so the market begins obligingly at 10. It's very practical of them.

In other news, I did a little home decorating over the past few days. Basically I hung some family artwork on the walls of our empty apartment (it has the pleasing "art gallery effect" that is sought after by many modern women in the midst of a decorating frenzy). Now, I really enjoy displaying my talented artist brother's work around the house, but the self-portrait hanging prominently in the kitchen is a hit with only 50% of the inhabitants at this apartment. To some minds it has a sort of "big brother staring out from the depths of hell" look, while I rather feel as though I am doing some "cooking with Lee" (no relation to the Cooking with Madge web phenomenon) whenever I prepare meals. 

To sum up,  a word I discovered recently while attempting to name the blog something clever and relevant to my life. From wikipedia:

 A kōan ( /ˈkoʊ.ɑːn/; Chinese: 公案; pinyin: gōng'àn; Korean: 공안 (kong'an); Vietnamese: công án) is a fundamental part of the history and lore of Zen Buddhism. It consists of a story, dialogue, question, or statement, the meaning of which cannot be understood by rational thinking but may be accessible through intuition


Yes again!