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i connect to a wireless network in a coffee shop and within 5 minutes, 2 users have connected and are streaming music; one is listening to konigsforst and i wonder about that particular album’s appropriateness to a coffee shop (or really any situation besides either a very dark room or a forest where it just rained). i am on a balcony and that balcony is the 22nd floor patio of the tribune tower with a more-or-less straight-shot clear view of the lake - not really networking because it’s all news people and like butts they are hiring right now, but there, at least asserting my presence. i am in a line outside a brown-brick building with about 100-or-so other people, and all - absolutely all - of them are talking about hot doug. i am in a bar at 10:30p with four other people, sitting around a circular table about 2.5’ in diameter, and all four of us have our iphones/touches out and are trading thoughts about good applications while two erstwhile thought leaders look on and point and smirk. i am walking down a hallway and someone that knew me from high school yells “NICKD!!!” i am sitting in a room and one of my good friends walks in and we hug. i am standing in a bookstore in a neighborhood i don’t visit nearly enough and a friend of a friend reintroduces herself. i am in a car with a severely glorious food coma. i am in an intimate music venue waiting for a guy to kick out the jams on an acoustic guitar, and i know that i can’t even count on two hands the number of people there that i can call my friend.
there are some days when it’s easy to take the city of chicago for granted.
