I Am Officially Addicted to Coffee

One small soy latte a day. That will be my max. And if I can help it, I will only have one every other day. But I do love them... oh, so much.


I saw the name of this locally brewed coffee ("Punch in the Face" - see the top left?) and chuckled about it all day. It's a punch in the face I love. A love pat, really.

Carl's Visit

It was such a treat to get to see Carl on his too-quick visit to Chicago last week. As always, we had great Deep Talks about politics and economics and morality... you know, just a quick pre-dinner chat. Eric and Abbey took us to a deep dish pizza place (Lou something-or-other's) where I was able to feast on a gluten-free pizza with a sausage crust. That's right... the entire crust was mashed up sausage. Needless to say, I couldn't eat it all and the leftovers became a skillet for four people the next morning.



Good thing I had Lactaid pills to help me digest the cheese... or are those leprechaun condoms? (I think Abbey asked that).

Field Trips

Whew! What a whirlwind few weeks in the crazy back-and-forth between Madison and Chicago (hopefully home to the 2016 Olympics since that means a high-speed rail will be built to Madison for the events that will be held here - oh, yeah). I have now been on two amazing field trips with the class I'm studying for my research... it's hard to stay focused on my question when I'm enjoying the trip as much as the kids.

We kayaked down the Chicago River from Addison to Chinatown (8 miles through the heart of the city).




We also visited the famous Heartland Cafe (and organic rooftop garden) home to lefty community and political organizing from the 1960s to today, Women and Children First bookstore (one of the last remaining feminist bookstores in the country), Graceland Cemetery (where many of Chicago's most powerful residents are buried), and Hull House - Jane Addams is my new heroine.


If I could run field trips for the rest of my life, I would be so happy.