Never change, Josh; that would be my best advice for the young man with the chance to be a star. For more than 20 minutes the night I visited the minor league park, Josh Vitters stood calmly and signed autographs for kids and posed for pictures with kids and had kind words to say to each of the young fans.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Never Change, Josh
Never change, Josh; that would be my best advice for the young man with the chance to be a star. For more than 20 minutes the night I visited the minor league park, Josh Vitters stood calmly and signed autographs for kids and posed for pictures with kids and had kind words to say to each of the young fans.
More Chiefs' Baseball
As mentioned in the previous post, the size of the minor league ballpark puts fans a lot closer to the action than you would be in a major league park. So close you can see the concentration on the faces, or see the tongue between the teeth almost like Michael Jordan.
Here we see two view of future Cub Josh Vitters at the Kane County Cougars stadium. On a different trip to the same ballpark, it was even close enough to hear the angry curse word a first baseman let fly after a throw went flying by him. As the saying goes, "you can't beat fun at the old ball park!"
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Minor League Baseball
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Nighthawks

Perhaps my favorite painting ever, Edward Hopper's 1942 masterpiece Nighthawks has been a poster on my classroom wall and a subject for analytical essay in my English class over several years. On the occasion of one of my visits to the Art Institute, it became the core of a poem:
NIGHTHAWK ON THE SIDEWALK
Hundreds of times I have walked this vacant sidewalk,
Hundreds of times and more, always so late at night.
Phillies Cigars still being sold on the five cent ad sign above;
Shops all shuttered, cobwebbed, abandoned across the street.
Every time I walk this curved sidewalk the air is frozen midnight.
And there they are again inside, of course, that couple
Looking bored if not despondent, all eyes lowered,
Never touching, never speaking.
And there he is again inside, as well, back turned to me,
Huddled over his coffee, alone,
Never moving, never speaking.
And the soda jerk is there inside, too, of course -- leaning over,
Dishing up a drink or making a dessert or washing a dish,
Never finishing, never speaking.
Frozen in time, we five nighthawks, never a twitch or a blink--
Four of them here since the middle of World War II, never a joke or a smile.
And tonight I join them again, out here on the silent sidewalk,
Locked away from the yellow light inside, facing the dark future
Lurking around the corner, where I do not wish to walk.
So where exactly is the door that might let me inside?
Greyed Rainbow

Each evening several professional semi-monotones
Punctuate several news reports right on schedule
With a smooth "and that's this edition of the news" --
With the same voice and the same timing and in plenty of time
For the commercials and the comedies-to-come.
Nice and neat it is as if the daily news were
Painted with the precise warmth of Rembrandt
Chalked with the soft pastels of Degas, or
Sketched with the classic optimism of Norman Rockwell.
Most nights the news were better painted by Jackson Pollock
With his canvas flat on the floor, sloshing and
Squirting the paint from the tubes at random
Friday, June 26, 2009
Heading Out
One last post from the Modern Wing of the Art Institute. It seemed to me a must to return to the large, bright, cheery central core area on the way to the main north doors. We see the easy flow of people from area to area in the well-lit room. We see the flow moving around the sculpture.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Pritzker Garden
A pleasant portion of the Modern Wing is the Pritzker Garden, just to the east of the central core of the building. New but already pleasant and peaceful, this outside area will only improve with age and time for growing.


