Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. A man walks onto the Lawrence bus in Chicago, the 81, leans into the driver’s nook, and bellows, “How far away is Kedzie? WHAT? Thirty-two blocks? Does that mean 30 minutes? WHAT?” He allows his inner monologue to become the bus’s white noise as he walks toward… Read More Heroes and villains of the CTA
I gotta post this shit to Facebook.… Read More That fucking Facebook feeling
Here’s a 1988 documentary on Chicago-legend Wesley Willis. He drew ink-pen drawings of Chicago skylines and draped them in color. Later, he became a successful rock-and-roll musician, but before that he loved draping his drawings in color. Un-fun fact: Wesley had chronic schizophrenia, which haunted him since the day his mother’s boyfriend put a gun… Read More A 1988 Wesley Willis documentary: Artist of the Streets
When dad and I walk together, he’ll stop. “I need to rest for a second,” he says, leaning against a pole or a wall, perhaps taking a longer pause into a chair. He’s always done this, at least as long as I’ve known him. When I was a kid, I’d be so annoyed by his… Read More My dad taught me to never quit
Author Susan Orlean wrote in an essay in Telling True Stories that there are a few questions all writers should ask themselves. The first – and as I see it most important – is “Why did you want to be a writer?” I’ve been thinking about this question a lot over the past few years,… Read More Why Do I Want to be a Writer?
Here’s a piece I wrote that was rejected by humor website McSweeney’s, but almost immediately accepted by the editors of HalConick.blog. Dear Back Hair – From the moment I saw you, I’ve plotted to reclaim my land, but you’ve proven to be a cunning adversary with vast ranks. During our first battle, I was an… Read More An Open Letter to My Back Hair
When my mom was sick with lung cancer, I realized there was a lot I didn’t control in life. I was a child – 9 years old – and I had been taught that I had control. Praying will help good things happen, so will working hard, so will discipline, so will being a good… Read More Steppenwolf’s You Got Older: Our Great Lack of Control
We walked down Ashland Avenue toward my apartment, breaking from laughter only to suffer through awkward pauses. She was a 20-year-old, 5-foot-nothing former swimmer who seemed to glide effortlessly between ease and discomfort. I was a 23-year-old awkward man who had the dating experience of a 16 year old. We were half-drunk, the night was… Read More An Assortment of Adventures in Online Dating
Let Seder’s firing and un-firing be a lesson: Free speech is currently controlled by corporate interests, but it doesn’t have to be. … Read More Sam Seder and the Corporate Control of Speech on Social Media
It’s Friday night I’m alone as I write. There are a lot of lonely nights as a writer, nights where I hole myself up and let my mind move through my fingers. But I’m not alone in my forlorn feelings: We’re all human, all of one mind, all alone in our own ways. To appease… Read More We’re All Alone, So Why Do We Feel So Alone?