quelques réflexions lorsque l'on fait une tour le long de la côte

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 14 juin 2025

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 14 juin 2025

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weekly observations department:

I was driving up Sheridan, and other assorted little roads, this morning on a trip up to see my barber in Winthrop Harbor. It strikes me that I will not be seeing him much longer – in August, I’ll be moving down to South Elgin to be closer to work, but that would put me nearly two hours from his new location. I appreciate his work, but not nearly enough to spend half a day driving there and back.

On the drive, I had an ample amount of time to reflect – one of my trains of thought was prompted by a subdivision I saw called “Traditions on [forgettable street or area name]”. I am not entirely sure what thought this is supposed to evoke in me – what sort of “traditions” do they refer to, considering that 15 years ago, that patch of land was wetland and trees next to the old North Shore train line? In a similar vein, I found myself waylaid on my journey by a closure of Sheridan for something that called itself “Nostalgia Fest” in Zion. Whether it’s a pleasant callback for the “C’était Mieux Avant” types, or the last gasps of the corpse of a town that doesn’t know it’s dead yet is for you to decide.

unrelated writings department:

New job is going well. My father will come home again once they’re done with him in the city – the county is slow-rolling his death certificate, and I don’t want to drive down there twice – based on my last trip downtown (the return home from which took 2 hours), it’s not good for my blood pressure, not to mention my tires.

In that vein, I picked up a nail driving home from work Wednesday – decided to get the front struts done at the same time, in lieu of car shopping. New job, new house, I’d rather keep the good car and have one less thing I have to think about. Besides, Vivienne has been good to me over the years.

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Patricia Kaas – Il Me Dit Que Je Suis Belle, en live dans le Grand Studio RTL (2016)
i’d listen to her sing me a phonebook

chanson : Lenaïg – Je ne pense qu’à ça
facebook recommendations found me a good one

article : ‘No Kings’ protests fill streets in Chicago and suburbs
nothing is as american as a protest

éditorial : OnlyFans, Bonnie Blue, and the petting zoo: what a bleak indictment of modern Britains (London Evening Standard)
des pornographes – c’était mieux avant…

meme :

à demain, chéries !

l'histoire que je voulais pas écrire

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 5 juin 2025

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 5 juin 2025

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weekly observations department:

My father Donald Fernando Xenos, 67, of Chicago, passed yesterday afternoon into the arms of the Lord, by the cause of an irreversible Multisystem Organ Failure, adjunct to pneumonia and congestive heart failure.

Per his wishes, no formal services will be held, a private dinner will be and details will be communicated to those welcomed when able. In lieu of flowers or donations, please take a buddy to a Sox game.

unrelated writings department:

I have started a new job as of last month – I am looking forward to seeing where this goes. Qui change rien, qui change tout.

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Lara Fabian – Je T’aime, Live on the Voices Tour in Athens, 4 juin 2025
lara, on t’aime toujours !

chanson : Cœur Maladroit, Marine (2025)
to answer my last post – this is what’s next, and it’s very nice

article : Jerry Reinsdorf, Justin Ishbia agree to deal on potential sale of White Sox
si dieu le veut…

éditorial : That hazy sky out there isn’t harmless (Chicago Tribune)
my allergies have been kicking my dick

meme :

à demain, chéries !

moi, je veux qu'ça s'arrête

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 16 mars 2025

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 16 mars 2025

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weekly observations department:

Ballbuster of a month. Family member has been diagnosed with cancer (not sharing too much out of privacy reasons, but it’s real shit, and it’s going to be a bitch of a fight). Father continues to get weaker, and I am looking at placing him in a nursing home – he will, sooner rather than later, require the 24/7 monitoring and assistance. I do not like change, and I certainly do not like all this change all at once – hence, the title of today’s despatch, « Me, I’d like it all to stop ! »

unrelated writings department:

the fact that once again, we have a St. Patrick’s weekend where it’s 60 and beautiful on Saturday it’s snowing dick on Sunday prove the immutable truth: 
the Good Lord supports getting torqued with your friends outside of Durty Nelly‘s during the parade, but does not support the freaks who get dressed up in spandex to run circles around my subdivision at six in the morning for a charity event !

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Lara Fabian & Marie-Eve Riverin – I Will Love Again, TVA Star Académie, Québec
an old favorite with a new guest

chanson : Ma Faute, Marine (2025)
she escaped starac, let’s see what comes next…

article : “Where’s my justice?” Only 6% of Chicago shootings lead to arrests (Chicago Sun-Times)
a prescient question…

éditorial : La lutte contre le réchauffement climatique doit rester une priorité (Le Parisien)
here’s to hoping it’s not too late !

meme :

à demain, chéries !

pas au revoir, mais, à demain !

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 14 février 2025

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 14 février 2025

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weekly observations department:

there won’t be much going on this week – I’m in the middle of moving my site to a proper hosting infrastructure on the new NAS, and will be gone all day Saturday, on assignment in the city of brats and beers.

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Love Makes No Sense, Alexander O’Neal, Live in Minneapolis 2011
in deference to st. valentine

chanson : Sur Le Fil, Jenifer, Jukebox (2024) version
marcher sur un fil c’est pas difficile…

article : En Californie, la « prof de l’année » plaide coupable d’avoir abusé (Le Parisien)
i suppose that’s one way to make teacher of the year…

éditorial : Pascal Praud : « Anne Hidalgo incarne une forme de bêtise en politique » (CNews)
just don’t give her your phone !

meme :

à demain, chéries !

le 6 février, un an après

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 9 février 2025 – a week of memories and new beginnings !

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 9 février 2025

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« when they ask “just who do you think you are?” i tell them – “if you knew what it was a job to be me, you’d know i don’t have the time to be anyone else !” »

weekly observations department:

this past week is replete with memories – 5 years ago, my wonderful nana passed away, and 1 year ago, I underwent my partial nephrectomy to remove the tumor on my kidney. all in all, i feel blessed to be here, and thankful to still be ned at my last scan. i now only need to report in once per year, and although they want to do some additional poking next time around (unrelated to the cancer – they’ve identified several interesting genetic markers which warrant further analysis, although they do not spell illness out of the gate), i am in better health than i have been in many years. i would also like to take this post to thank all of those who have been there with me this year – without you, i could not do it, and i would not have a reason to !

the unrelated thoughts department – wagons in america

it’s a proper shame that i cannot find a decent stationwagon in america. vw doesn’t make the jetta wagon anymore, no real options from the domestic carmakers, subarus are getting taller and suv-like, and the audi options are all quite a bit more expensive than i’d be comfortable spending. i have a few more years before it matters, i just hit 91k on my jetta, and i’d like to get 200k out of her, if i’m lucky.

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Gemme, Nolwenn Leroy, live on The Voice France 2017
une performance comme un arc-en-ciel (éternelle, immortelle…)

chanson : I’m Breakable, Lara Fabian
from this height, I’m petrified … but i’m alive !

article : Trêve à gaza : l’état de santé des otages libérés (CNews)
bring them home !

éditorial : South Shore girl who died playing with a gun didn’t have to lose her life (Chicago Sun-Times)
« but any adult who took the deadly weapon out of its secure storage space, allowing Priscilla access, must be held accountable »

meme :

à demain, chéries !

bon Dimanche, mes amis

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 2 février 2025 – a quiet weekend, nothing of note to report.

dispatched from the chicago bureau desk, le 2 février 2025

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weekly observations department:

a quiet weekend, nothing of note to report. of course, quiet is often welcomed – particularly at the end of a very busy holiday season. i approach the first anniversary of my kidney operation at the end of this week – everything remains clear, and i do not need to report for another scan until the fall. the drumbeat of “will it come back” has abated, by and large, since the scans came clear before thanksgiving – and for this i am thankful !

the unrelated thoughts department – mosiah 4, 16-19

and also, ye yourselves will succor those that stand in need of your succor; ye will administer of your substance unto him that standeth in need; and ye will not suffer that the beggar putteth up his petition to you in vain, and turn him out to perish.
perhaps thou shalt say: the man has brought upon himself his misery; therefore i will stay my hand, and will not give unto him of my food, nor impart unto him of my substance that he may not suffer, for his punishments are just— but i say unto you, o man, whosoever doeth this the same hath great cause to repent; and except he repenteth of that which he hath done he perisheth forever, and hath no interest in the kingdom of god.
for behold, are we not all beggars? do we not all depend upon the same being, even god, for all the substance which we have, for both food and raiment, and for gold, and for silver, and for all the riches which we have of every kind?

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Disturbed, Sound of Silence, Live on Conan
the original is a theory, this version is a warning

chanson : I Will Love Again, Lara Fabian
she’s a favorite, what can I say

article : Moins de viande, plus de plaisir ? (Le Monde)
i know i should eat less meat, but damn, is it hard

éditorial : Courts should reject Sackler family bid (Chicago Tribune)
the Sacklers should hang for what they have wrought on the world

meme :

à demain, chéries !

bon Dimanche, mes amis

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weekly observations department:

Busy few weeks at chez Al. The SOS office sent me away – their renewal letter said I needed one document to get my license address corrected, and when I arrived, they informed me that the letter was incorrect, and I needed two! Oy. Perhaps Trump’s new DOGE will take care of this mess? I’ll believe it when I see it.

In other news, I celebrated my 29th birthday last Saturday. Nothing too big, just went out and had a nice dinner – something I try to do once a month, at least. It’s been a busy new year at work, and I haven’t had the time to decompress as I normally like to, but it’s better than the alternative, I suppose.

the unrelated thoughts department – on driving in chicago:

you’re driving up to a light and it turns yellow. you’re in that spot where it would be hard to stop but risky to keep going. you think you’ll be alright so you forge on. you get halfway through and the light clicks red. you let out a small sigh, check your rearview mirror and three more people have gone through the light behind you.

you breathe a sigh of relief, because the cops’ll get them and not you. you survive to fight another day.

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Munkh-Erdene.I, Sixteen Tons, on the Voice Mongolia
love me a low voice, and his take on the classic is captivating

chanson : On N’oublie Jamais Rien, On Vit Avec – Hélène Ségara
i heard this live at the salle pleyel last month, what a show

article : Enfermé 4 mois sous l’eau dans une capsule (Le Parisien)
4 months in an underwater capsule ? better him than me !

éditorial : Bronzeville Bears? (Chicago Sun-Times)
only winners should get a new stadium !

meme :

bon Dimanche, mes amis

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It was a very busy week – in addition to having to learn how to use Cloudflare Pages and Workers (which I am now using to host this site), I had to deal with the backlog of projects that tend to accumulate when one leaves the country for a few weeks in December, combined with the pain of recovery from a particularly difficult sinus infection. Thankfully, with copious amounts of caffeine and antibiotics, I have largely recovered.

Tomorrow, I get to welcome the new week with the delightful company of the Secretary of State’s office, where I must submit myself to varied tests in order to renew my driver’s license. Let’s see if I still feel “recovered” after they get through with me.

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Sting, Shape of My Heart, Live in Toscana, 2001
a beautiful rendition of one of my favorite songs

chanson : Lara Fabian, Hypersensible, from Je Suis Là
as a hypersensitive person, it speaks to my heart

article : Early Ticket Alert, WBEZ
never too early to get started on the new year

éditorial : Will the Silvertown Tunnel be Bad for London (Evening Std.)
perhaps khan should’ve asked this question before they started

meme :

bon Samedi, mes amis

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Until I find something more worth writing, this will have to suffice – a proof of life, in its own way.

coups de cœur de la semaine derniére :

performance : Lara Fabian, Je T’ai Cherché sur 20h30 le Dimanche
for showcasing Lara’s spectacular voice in a new way

chanson : All I Want for Christmas is You, Natasha St. Pier
c’est la saison

article : Translating the Qur’an for the Deaf, Aramco World (page 26)
for making me consider something I’ve never considered before

éditorial : La voie étroite d’Emmanuel Macron (Le Monde)
for detailing Macron’s untenable position

meme :