Theo Ubique Little Night Music

I knew there will be video clips later, and here it comes! Enjoy!

TIME Magazine: How To Measure Your Workout

Several workout-related articles appeared in recent Time issues, even though it’s not the beginning of the year. This one is about “the magic numbers” and why there is no “best single way” for wellness.

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June is Pride Month!

Pride bagels at work
Pride CTA train

Kidnapped

I just watched Marco Bellocchio’s Kidnapped at the Siskel Center. I am speechless. It’s an extremely powerful movie, and the director’s work, and all the actors, including children, are brilliant. I didn’t know what an amazing movie it was, and I am so glad I went! I walked out shaking… still can’t say anything legible.

Sunday

Nothing special happened last Sunday, but the whole day was amazing. I enjoyed each moment, and once again, I couldn’t stop thinking how fortunate I am to live in Rogers Park—there is no other neighborhood like this!

I started my day with a long bike ride. We are at the start of two months of early sunrises, and I do not want to miss any of these mornings!

Monroe Harbor

Even though I left the house before sunrise, a long bike ride was indeed long, and when I came back, it was already 7-15. I just had time to shower, and got out of the house. My plan was to have breakfast at the Common Cup just because I wanted to try it for a while, and I never did. I was not sure how crowded it would be in the morning right before opening, so I ordered in the app while I was on my way there. When I entered the coffee shop, I found that:

  • They were just finishing my order.
  • There was nobody inside. except for myself.

I sat down with my cappuccino and my quiche and enjoyed. My next stop would be at Glenwood Sunday Market, and I still have some time to spare. Several customers would come in and out, both for takeaway and dining-in, but the place was still far from being crowded. I walked to the counter to ask were is the garbage – I could not spot it around me. A person at the counter was taking an order, and just as I started asking, a customer turned to me, and I saw that it was our Alderwomaan Maria Hadden! It was unexpected (her office is just the next door, but it was Sunday!), so I was like: Oh, hi, Alderwoman Hadden! And she was: Oh, you are looking for a garbage? Let me show you! And she led me to the opposite side of the caffee, where the garbage can was. I asked her: are you going to the same place as we all are going? And she said: yes, of course, to the market!

I walked to the marked fifteen minutes before opening. Everything was set up, and nice, and fresh, and the sun was bright, and it felt like a holiday.

Shortly, the opening ceremony started, and all of the officials talked about how our Glenwood market is a thing they are bragging about, and how it is a center of community, and people get together there, etc.

And then the ribbon was cut, and the bell rang, and people disbursed to their favorite vendors. I went to the south corner of the market to check in with my favorite all-natural popsicle makers:

And then got my flowers!

Now until the end of October, I have no problem having fresh buquiets every week!

That was enough to make it a perfect day. The rest of the day just rolled!

Pullman Railroad Days

It was pouring rain on Saturday! Actually, it was OK in the morning (I even biked earlier), but it started raining the moment Igor and I got off Metra Electric. it was unfortunate because we could not walk around and there was no usual block party atmosphere, but the good part was that there were no lines. We got to see everything we wanted to see, and everything was included in our advanced tickets.

First, we went on a Railcar Tour (we couldn’t get there two years ago). All of the cars on this tour are privately owned and Amtrak-certified. That means that, for example, if you own one of these cars and decide to go to New Orleans, Amtrak will attach your car (your hotel-on-wheels) to the train that goes to New Orleans, and here you go!

Blue Ridge Club car (1950)
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Books

The Country of the Blind

guess I should comment on “why five stars,” but somehow, I find it very challenging to say something about this book. It feels way too personal. For the past thirty-six years, I have shared my life with a person who has been experiencing a gradual but inescapable vision decline. Too many situations described in this book are painfully familiar. I gave this book to my husband to listen to, and his reaction was: if I read it twenty years ago…

This book is really important for people who have just started to experience vision decline because it helps them understand that they are not the first person experiencing this pain and that there is a “life after.” It is equally important to those who do not have much knowledge about vision-related disabilities. It talks about different gradations of declining vision (for many people, it is “blind-not blind” without understanding a million different degrees of vision decline and how important it is to have at least some residual vision). Also, it talks about how a regular person can assist blind and low-vision people around them (it’s frustrating how much well-meaning people are unaware of the proper ways to help a blind person find a way around). I hope that people will read it 🙂

Tamara Pietkiewicz Memoires (part II)

I read the first part of this Memoires many years ago, and then I could not find the second part in an audio format. My friends made an amazing Christmas gift for me, narrating this book and assembling it together. I was very happy back then. Now, I look at the names, and I feel sad knowing how many of them are not my friends anymore. I do wonder a lot about what I have missed and why I haven’t seen what I should have seen. In many cases, everything was predictable, but not for all of them.

In any case, I wanted to listen to this book again, and when I learned that a professional narration is now available, I bought it right away.

It felt, needed, like a new book. Now, that I am almost constantly reflecting on my family past and my own past, that I am trying to find “where it went wrong,” the things I didn’t pay attention to ten years ago, stand out. It feels especially striking, because the events Tamara Pietkiewicz happened in the later 40s – 50s, when all of these events were so recent….

In chronological order:

  • “Nothing was wrong before 1937.” Given her family history, she should have known better. Still, “37” sounds like a secret handshake for former prisoners. As if nobody was imprisoned or exiled before that.
  • Her vacationing on occupied territories. When I recall being at the same places for vacations, it makes me cringe. If there can be any excuse for me, I was a teenager, I was born forty years later, and I was visiting these places twenty-five or thirty years later. Thus, my questions are:
  • How could she “enjoy Lithuania” at the time when the Forest Brothers were still actively resisting? How could she “feel welcomed?”
  • She was in the Carpathian Mountains. My forever love, love with tears in my eyes, and with eternal hope that one day ai will be back. In 1976, I visited all the same little villages and big towns she visited. Even being a complete idiot as I was, I could not not notice the difficulty with which the local people talked to us; I could not not feel that they would rather not talk. I felt 100% in a foreign country. Even knowing only a very brief history of this land, switching hands every dozen years for several hundred years, I could only think: poor country! Poor people! How much they had to suffer, and there is no end to it.
  • Her working with blind people. The episode when blind people tell her that they do not want to be helped (I would add: they are often helped the wrong way). They tell her that feeling independent is very important for them, For which Tamara Pietkiewicz says that “they should allow others to feel good about themselves.”

I understand that she was “a product of society,” but still…

To Hell and Back

I started this book several times, and I would put it away to switch to something everybody was buzzing about. I finally finished it last week. I want to say that it felt incomplete, but having how long it took me to read it, it might be very well my fault. Also, I read a lot of historical books in between, so by the time I finished it, I mostly got the facts from other sources. I guess the idea of the book was to be a gigantic observation, and it was not supposed to end with a firm and detailed conclusion…

Theo: Little Night Music

I went there with a friend on Friday night: great as always! Unfortunately, they don’t post any videos until the show is almost over, so the only thing I have now is this collage of promotional photos.

My friend said that she feels this show would be better on a bigger stage, but I love how Theo does it in an intimate setting, with the artists moving around the tables. I’ve subscribed for their next season. Unfortunately, I didn’t talk my friend into the subscription, so it looks like I will have to buy an extra ticket for each show separately 🙂

… Until I Get Tired Of It

Apple Almond Cake