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Tag Archives: Bloomington
The Busses of Perception
When I first visited New York in 1998, one of the things that struck me, an odd connection to the past, were the city busses. I don’t even remember if I rode on one – I never really figured out … Continue reading
Thoughts on a random picture: The Student Building
I went back to storage the other day and dug out two books of prints, most of which were unscanned. There’s still at least one box of prints somewhere in there that I didn’t find, and I have no time … Continue reading
Precious cups within the flower
I broke my arm in 1992. It was stupid – I was riding my new-ish bike that I bought because my Volkswagen’s brakes went out and when I got it to Meineke, they couldn’t put it on the lift because … Continue reading
Phoenix Dumpling
I had the most vivid dream a bit ago. I was back in Bloomington, in present-day, working some job that involved me commuting either to or from Indianapolis every day. I went for breakfast at the Phoenix Dumpling, which had … Continue reading
Own a piece of Konrath history
For only $159,000, you can buy the last place I lived in Bloomington: http://www.homefinder.org/public/buy-details.asp?sTransactionNumber=20101620&sCRecord=147 This is the 1005 W. 6th house, where I lived from 1994-1995. I lived here with Simms and Matt Liggett, and it’s a weird little place. … Continue reading
The Run-in
Here’s something I forgot to mention about my Vegas trip last January: my ex from Seattle was there at the same time as me. I did not run into her like I did on my 30th birthday, but I knew … Continue reading
414 S. Mitchell
I know I just talked about the folly of nostalgia, but the other night I found myself googling my old address on Mitchell Street in Bloomington. Long-time readers (both of you) know that 414 S. Mitchell was my home base … Continue reading
From the IMU
Today’s journal is coming to you from the bowels of the Indiana Memorial Union. Although I’ve written paper journals in weird places (at 30,000 feet, in the middle of the golden gate bridge, at disneyland, at MIT, etc), I think … Continue reading
An expensive piece of paper
My diploma showed up this weekend, in a mailer marked DO NOT BEND that was bent almost in half by my fuckhead mailman. After straigtening out the piece of paper, tacking it in a $12 frame from target, and hanging … Continue reading
July 4 ruminations
Chuck Stringer called me from Billings, Montana. He stole his neighbor’s plastic pink flamingo and has been driving across the country and taking pictures of it at national monuments and stuff. When I drove the same route, I didn’t sleep, … Continue reading
