Bye Bye Boston

I just got back from an incredible trip home to Boston, but let's back it up a bit first.
Last weekend my bosses invited me to their wedding in Savannah, Georgia. Very cool city, amazing weather, I even got to stay at this beach house their parents rented. It was super fun, unforgettable food, and I met a ton of nice people. The ceremony was supposed to happen on the beach, followed by a reception at this cool historical restaurant downtown. Unfortunately it started pouring (like monsoon-style pouring) half an hour before it was supposed to start, so they just moved the whole thing to the restaurant. Luckily they had reserved a big room in the back, and there were only about 40 guests, so it all worked out in the end.
I came back to Chicago for couple days, and then hopped on another plane, this time to my hometown of Boston. My brother Gabe took a month off from his Peace Corps work in El Salvador to come home, so I had to make my way over there and join in the fun. I hadn't been back to the East Coast since Thanksgiving, so this was a perfect excuse to take a few days off work and see everybody again.
One night we went to the Jamaica Plain lantern festival, a nice little gathering of people in the Forest Hills cemetery with music and dancing followed by everyone putting paper lanterns into the pond with lit candles inside. You draw on your lantern, it's supposed to memorialize the dead, and it was my first time going, but I loved it. As always, the proof is in the pudding:

Another night we celebrated with our unfortunately less-than-annual Lobster Dinner, yum yum yum. Only on the East Coast.

But the best was seeing my beautiful little niece Addison. I saw her right after she was born, and over Thanksgiving, but she keeps growing! What's up with that? She's a little person, talking all the time, running around, playing in the water, she's too much. She makes everyone around her smile, case in point:

And then there was Gabe, hadn't seen him since last August when Ben and I visited him in El Sal. Sure, we spent some quality time playing video games, cruising around town, checking out the zoo and eating amazing burritos and Chinese food and everything else. But he also held a get-together/fundraiser for aidelsalvador.org at Doyle's Cafe, the famous pub down the street from our house. He gave a presentation about what he's been doing down in Central America, and how any donation will go right to scholarships for Salvadoran kids who can't afford to go to school. Not only did we get to reconnect with friends from around town, but he raised a bunch of money. Win-win.
So yeah, that trip rocked. I also finally had a chance to clean out the room I grew up in. I was literally throwing out papers from high school. Not just senior year, I'm talking 9th grade stuff. I guess you could say I've been meaning to get rid of that junk for a while. It was kind of nice always having that room to fall back on, filled with uncountable memories, but at the same time it was just too much. Most of that stuff was completely useless anyway, like essays I wrote for old English classes or posters I made for History classes. And tons of books, most of which I would never open again in my life. It was tough to discard and donate so much, but it was also completely necessary and somewhat cathartic.
I did keep a bunch of stuff, including the books I actually would want to read, which brings me to my book list. I know, it's been a while, so let's just cut to the chase.
The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven is a beautiful collection of short stories all about living on a Native American reservation, dealing with alcohol and depression but generally with a hint of humor. Loved it.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance was intense, super dense, but totally worth it. If you can't make it all the way through, I understand. There were parts where the philosophical jargon was way over my head, but the subtlety of the characters' relationships and the occasional rhetorical breakthrough really drew me in.
Snuff was another great Palahniuk novel, I won't go too much into the plot but let's just say it's about an adult entertainer on her last legs. Was that a pun? Anyway, very funny and dark as usual.
Make fun of me if you must, but in Savannah one day I read Charlotte's Web. So sweet, a nice change of pace.
And then I read the Old Man and the Sea again, I originally read it in high school and didn't love it. This time, after reading his three other masterpieces, I clearly appreciated it much more. Much much much more. Except for all the talk about DiMaggio, come on! Would it kill you to put in a Ted Williams reference?
And I just started another Sherman Alexie book, this one called Flight. So far it actually kind of reminds me of Palahniuk, which means I love it.
Ok folks, time for bed, but before I go I just wanted to thank my large and wonderful family in Boston for such a great trip. Really glad I could stay for longer than just a weekend, every day was pure magic. And good luck to all the bikers who are embarking on the ALS ride this weekend!
Hasta pronto!

Some don't like it hot

Hey y'all, time for another update from Adam country. It's summer, and it's hot. Super hot. Makes me fondly remember that kiddy pool we had at Robeson street. I've had more time to get over the events of the Game 7 that shall not be named, but before I really let it go I'd like to publicly compare the 2010 Celtics to the 2010 Butler basketball team. Magically making it to the finals but sadly falling to the enemy in a hard-fought effort, valiantly giving it their best. I truly loved that Celtics team, and as someone on ESPN brought up maybe even more than the 2008 team that won it all. This year's team clearly had its ups and downs, seemed to be falling apart at the seams, but they stepped up huge in the playoffs and defied all expectations. You never knew from one night to the next who would be our best player, every night had a different hero and it was always about teamwork. And to top it off, the Boston celeb contingent put an ad out in a Boston newspaper thanking our team for giving it their best.


As a fitting comparison, did anyone else watch the footage of Lakers fans lighting a taxi cab on fire during their celebrations? Stay classy, City of Angels.
The other big news was my roommate's wedding in Atglen PA. I was a little nervous at first about not really knowing anybody, but their friends and family were so welcoming, it was awesome. I've been hearing them plan their wedding via skype ever since I moved in, and it was wonderful to see it all come to fruition without a hitch. I got to meet their relatives, as well as Nate's friends from RISD who were unbelievably nice to me. It was a gorgeous day, beautiful ceremony, I even played a little Debussy as the grandparents were seated. There was great food, beer, company, and even dancing! I was considering putting up a picture of Nate and Elf posing for the camera, but I think this does them more justice.



They're still unpacking all the gifts they received, but I know they're just thrilled to be together and in Chicago. As some of you might have heard, I am moving into a new apartment with 4 friends, I'll go into more details for the next post.
How about that World Cup? Fun stuff, I did get to watch our goal in the 91st minute which got us out of the group stage. Unfortunately I also watched Ghana defeat us in extra time. As I've noted before, you can't have the ups without the downs. Luckily Ben gave me something a few years back that is the perfect consolation prize.

I hate them so much

Normally I give myself time to take a breath, step back, and analyze the situation. Can't do that now. I can't sleep. I hate the Lakers. I hate every single player. The person I hate the least is probably Ron Artest, because of his history. And because everyone else on their team was there in 2008 when we manhandled them. I am glad to know that everyone else from Boston in my generation, who admittedly disliked the Lakers but didn't truly hate them, now hates them with everything they've got. As in, violence will ensue. Maybe we needed this tough loss to bring us back down to earth, to realize that even though Kareem and Magic are occasionally funny on tv and movies, they are still the enemy. Maybe we needed this to remember how great the Celtics legends were, and to be thankful of every single game we were able to watch. I love the Celtics. I am saddened at how our postseason ended, but I will never forget how we upset Cleveland and Orlando. Remember how we felt after Orlando beat us in Game 7 last year in Boston? They ended up losing to the Lakers in the finals (with much less dignity than we did), but turned that loss into a great regular season this year. I hope we can do the same. Obviously with better results.
Oh Boston, our decade of sports dominance is officially over. I am glad that I'm not there right now to walk the streets and feel the general malaise, then again I did just experience Chicago's ecstasy as their Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup for the first time since 1961. Let's all take a deep breath, and be thankful our longest championship drought is only 38 years (Bruins, but let's not go there, that wound still hasn't healed). I know Bill Simmons will have his own take on the series, how we completely folded in games 1 and 6, got pounded on the rebounds, Ray Allen's demise post-game 2, blah blah blah. For the rest of my life I will fondly remember the sheer disbelief of beating Lebron (and perhaps single-handedly destroying the city of Cleveland), and then beating Howard, and to a lesser extent beating Wade. The Lakers can never take those series away from us. Unfortunately they won't make a DVD set of those games, but we should still be proud of our team. And now I will try to sleep confident that the younger Bostonians will feel the need to disembowel anything and anyone wearing purple and gold, that is until we redeem ourselves and destroy them next time. And there will be a next time.

Don't Freak Out!

I know, everything looks different! You're scared! You don't know who to trust! Fear not. The content shall maintain its high quality, I give you my word. The visuals just needed a little sprucing up, that's all.
Where to begin? As the school year ended, I had my last guitar class at the Pilgrim Lutheran school. Unfortunately some of the older kids missed our last day because they were on a field trip, but I still got to photograph a few.
Here are Adrian and Riley showing off their guitar/pokemon skills:
And here are Hayden and Hayley, the best brother-sister guitar duo since the Gallaghers (zing!)











It was a great semester, the kids who practiced showed a heck of a lot of improvement, and I learned more than I thought I would along the way. Maybe I'll be back in the fall to teach them again, but if not, don't stop believing!
Directly after this last class, Mom and Ellie flew into town for a weekend of adventures. Needless to say, we sampled all of the finest Chicago had to offer. Ellie captured some great moments and views, so we'll start with a classic shot from the tour boat:
We took an architectural boat tour of downtown Chicago, so they take you up and down the river telling you about all the cool buildings and architects and history and so on. Tons of information, most of it quite interesting, and ample time to set up your sweet camera to grab cool pics like this:
We spent some time in the Art Institute, saw awesome paintings, and walked around the loop just taking in the amazing weather. Even made it to Old Faithful:
Ok, my sources are telling me that may not actually be Old Faithful, but rather Buckingham Fountain. We'll just have to agree to disagree.
We heard some killer jazz at the Jazz Showcase, another fantastic recommendation from Uncle Charlie. And then we saw a Cubs game!!!!
Like I said, the weather was AMAZING. Apparently parking spots are so tough to find in Wrigleyville that someone decided to try the warning track. Probably a lot cheaper, why not.
So that was a blast. In other news, my Calypso band has returned from hibernation, and we're back to rehearsing. It feels good, real good. Bricklayers Foundation is moving into a new practice space, which is inspiring. I'm writing more music for my solo album, and as always reading up a storm. I finished the Blade Runner book, very fine indeed. It's nice mixing a little sci-fi into my collection every once in a while. I read Vonnegut's Galápagos, which blew me out of the water (pun probably intended). After that I cruised through Eric Ambler's A Coffin for Dimitrios, a brilliant detective novel with suspense that just grows and grows and some unforgettable characters and stories. Now I'm onto Mountains Beyond Mountains, detailing one doctor's quest to actually help a third world country (pre-earthquake Haiti), but most of the messages could be applied to so many other places. Obviously there are parallels to what Gabe is doing in El Salvador (getting clean water, building schools and hospitals, fixing roofs, etc) so that brings it a little closer to home, which is cool.
Dogs and cats are mostly doing well. Here are a couple of wonderful little guys I got to spend a week with, Oliver and Gus:
On a sad note, Elmer the puppy bulldog I've been walking isn't doing well. Apparently he's had a few heart attacks, I honestly couldn't believe it. He's in the hospital, and it's not looking good. It's very surreal to me, they say it's the breeder's fault, but he's so young it doesn't make sense to me. Mega bummer.
Luckily the Celtics have been carrying their load. As if beating the Heat, and Cavs, and Magic weren't enough, we're one win away from beating the Lakers. Granted, this series is far from over, but I think we can do it. Our bench has been huge, and everybody's been helping in one way or another, that's just good basketball. But here's a thought that few in Boston will agree with: even if they lose the next two games, let's give our 2010 Celtics a parade. First off, who knows if Ray Allen will come back, let alone the rest of our team. Second, this has been an unbelievable run. If you had asked anyone in mid-April when the postseason started how the Celtics would do, it was pretty unanimous that we would maybe make it to the second round and then definitely get destroyed by Lebron. But we keep beating these amazing players one by one, and it really makes you see how important this whole "team" thing is. The Impossible Dream Red Sox got a parade after losing to the Cardinals, simply because they exceeded everyone's expectations. Of course, I think we're going to win, but it's food for thought.
Lastly, I'm seeing the Chicago Symphony do Beethoven's 7th Symphony this Wednesday. Rock and Roll!
And here's a little parting gift, care of the Bean:

Sorry for the confusion...

but I don't actually own a bulldog. I have already heard from a couple people who thought I went out and bought a bulldog. Are you crazy?! I spend every day with other people's crazy dogs, what reason would I possibly have to buy a dog of my own? That would be like a teacher having their own kid...Oh wait, nevermind.
Those pictures were of Elmer, the puppy I walk downtown twice a day. Just to add to the confusion, here's a dog Mazy I walked a couple times.
And here's a cat I took care of named Snowball. I really like that her eyes are different colors, it was hard to capture via cameraphone but that's the best I could do.
In other news, May has been glorious. The weather is fantastic, and we have continued our weekly barbecues. Here's an old pic that I forgot to post because it's too amazing for your human eyes.
Yeah, that's right. WE ATE THAT. One of the few truly American things I am actually proud of.
Other than that, I went to Butler to see my buds graduate. As usual, a wonderful time hanging with great friends, drinking and eating great food. Here's our creepy clan with our mentor Dr. Schelle leading the way.
Not sure if you got this from looking at the picture but some of us were doing our best "serious composer pose." Others were smiling for some reason.
That was a blast. Of course there was Mother's Day, and even though it's belated I would like to thank all the matriarchs out there, even my non-biological mothers like Ellie and Jamie and Vicki who make sure this crazy family doesn't fall apart. Well done!
Chuck Palahniuk, my favorite living author, actually came to Chicago recently to speak about his new book. He was at the big library downtown, and I got there 25 minutes before only to find that the main hall was full. So they started putting us in nearby rooms for a simulcast where we got to watch him speak on live video feed. Still pretty awesome, I love that guy. Funny, dark, and original stuff.
Then there are the sports subplots. The Bruins blew it big time, but who really cares anyway? Would've been cool to see them win something or whatever, but not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. On to the more important matters: the Celtics are back! I know what you're thinking, "Adam we just lost two in a row!" Blah blah blah. Beating the Cavaliers was insane. The Magic are giving us a good fight, but I think we'll overpower them in Game 6. And then the Red Sox are surging again. Our pitching is coming back nicely, which is awesome.
In terms of books, I finally finished the Fountainhead. I liked it, definitely too long and repetitive but it was certainly interesting even though I didn't agree with everything she said and the ending was disappointing. After that was Hocus Pocus, another Vonnegut masterpiece once again taking a good plot and just playing around with his narrative structure to make it even more memorable. After that I took on another Palahniuk book, this one called Rant. Dark, slightly disturbing, slightly sci-fi, definitely funny and entertaining. After that I read The Rules of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis. I actually saw and enjoyed the movie first, about disillusioned kids in college whose lives consist of drugs, alcohol and sex, but the book had many more layers to it which I liked even better. Now I'm almost done with the book that inspired Blade Runner called Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Philip K Dick consistently creates phenomenal dystopian futures with conflicted characters and great plot twists.
Last weekend my buddy Charles came to town with his girlfriend Artie and we had a blast showing them the wonders of Chicago. Great food and drinks, the Art Institute, a boat tour, checking out the top of the Sears/Willis tower, just a killer time had by all. And now mom and Ellie fly in tomorrow! Gotta put on my tour leader hat again and show these East-Coasters the majesty of our fair Windy Cindy. And we're going to a Cubs game Sunday! Eat that!

Read it and weep

I think I got videos to work! Party time!
First video: Elmer chewing on my shoes. He absolutely LOVES biting my shoelaces. And the drawstrings from my hoodie. And my jacket. And my jeans. And my toes that day I wore flipflops. Not doing that again!
My favorite part: towards the end he looks like a panda.


Round 2: Playing fetch.


Round 3: More shoes!


So yeah, that's awesome. You can wipe the tears of joy and jealousy off your faces now.
The weather is nice, the doggies are good, and I'm back to giving group guitar lessons at the school nearby. Those kids are so smart and enthusiastic, they're bored with the standard songs in our lessons plan (Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Happy Birthday, Mary Had a Little Lamb, even Smoke on the Water!), so last class I wrote out Iron Man and the Zelda theme.
Still recording with Bricklayers Foundation, and I decided I'm going to record another solo album. Not sure how many people remember/were aware, but in the summer of 2004 I formed "A Hand" and recorded my first album, "High Five." It had some good tracks, and some not-so-good tracks too. Anyways, I got the idea because since I've been in Chicago I've written a few classical/instrumental pieces as well as some more pop-oriented tunes for the bands I'm in. I thought it would be cool to combine them. We'll see what happens!

I finished the Spanish Bow, which was surprisingly good. Like I said, Mom bought it for me solely because it is about music and Spain, but it was a winner. Kind of an epic journey through 20th century Spain, constantly mixing the political and musical worlds. After that I tried The Devil in the White City, given to me by our very own Eleanor Sullivan. Another fantastic book, it reminded me of Sister Carrie in its portrayal of turn of the century Chicago. Nice job of juxtaposing the inspiring story of the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition with the serial killer who lived blocks away. So cool.
Now I'm on to the Fountainhead. We watched the movie in our Humanities class at Boston Latin, but the book is really good. It looks like it's 800,000 pages long, but that won't stop me! I'll probably be reading it for the next thirteen years.
Hopefully the videos worked, but in case they didn't, here's a peak at some chili my buddy Justin made a while back.
We're turning it into a weekly barbecue session. He loves cooking, and I love eating, so we go over, drink beer, fill our bellies, take in the nice weather, and maybe even catch a little Star Trek. Does it get any better than that?
In sports news, Game 3 of the Celtics series was awesome. I hope everyone got to watch it, I hadn't been that excited in a long time. Bring it on Cavaleotards!
As for the Red Sox, we hit a rough patch, but things are slowly moving in the right direction. Anyone else notice how our wins are always by one run? That's a dangerous trend to continue, but hey, we're a .500 team again! Party!

Time for some pictures

Chicago is beautiful. The weather has been amazing recently, and it makes being outside all day just wonderful. Randomly it would shoot up to 70 or 80 degrees, which just boggles my mind, so Justin and I were hanging out by the water, just soaking up as much sun as possible.

That night we went to his place and grilled some chicken on his barbecue with some friends, it was glorious. Even though the legs were enormous and not always cooked all the way through, they were drenched in Sweet Baby Ray's BBQ sauce which makes everything better.
Friday I came home with a craving for mac n cheese, but I decided to live on the edge and try baked mac n cheese. I think it was an awesome first try:

Then there are my doggies. Here's a new guy named Chief, he has way too much energy to be living in a studio apartment, but I guess that's what I'm there for. Anyways I am not picky with big dogs, I just love not having another tiny little guy I have to worry about stepping on.

And here's the coup de grâce: my bulldog puppy. His name is Elmer, and he's literally too adorable. Like borderline illegal. Basically everyone on the street stops and tells me how cute he is. He's just irresistible.

So you know, I got that going for me. Other recent events include watching the Red Sox Opening Night on my laptop (very exciting game, the beginning of a new season always makes me jump for joy), watching Butler almost defeat Duke (crazy game, still proud of those guys for almost single-handedly writing Hoosiers 2), and seeing Julian Casablancas live (great show, I'll never get tired of that guy's voice).
In terms of books, I finished Sister Carrie which was incredible. The story takes some totally unpredictable twists and turns and never ceased to amaze me with its brutally honest look at metropolitan life in the 1890s. I just finished Player Piano, Vonnegut's very first novel. This one is based on his experiences working at General Electric, and details a future in which we basically have machines do everything for us. On one hand it's great, as technology and mass-production are streamlined without any human faults. At the same time, the average human feels worthless and expendable, unless they have a high enough IQ to be an engineer or manager. As usual, I loved it. I just started The Spanish Bow, given to me by my adventurous mother who bought the book for me without knowing anything other than it was about Catalonia and music. So far so good!
And that about wraps it up. Far Things is playing a show Sunday night, Bricklayers Foundation is still in the studio, and hopefully my calypso guy will come back from Florida soon so we can get back to jamming! Go Sox!