-We went to Winnemac Park last night to celebrate the Fourth of July (that's Independence Day in the USofA to all of you out-of-countriers). It was- without a doubt- the best Fourth of July celebration I've ever been to. Basically, a few dozen people bring illegal fireworks to the park, and light them off in the baseball diamonds whilst a few hundred folks watch. You are right next to fireworks being lit off by total amateurs. You can feel the boom when a firework goes off, and there are so many people lighting off fireworks, that there is literally something cool to see wherever you turn.
-Crossfit is going well. I really can't emphasize enough how much I love it. I remember when I started doing theater, I really liked it, but I always felt like something was missing. Then I found improv, and a light went off in my head. It was...more cerebral. Geekier. More challenging than regular theater. And the people I met in improv were...more like me than the people I did theater with. I felt at home.
Crossfit is a little like that. I'd been working out for a long time before we started in the Fall, but just lifting weights and using the elliptical machine...it always felt like something was lacking. Starting to do Crossfit was another light going off in my head moment. I love Crossfit. I love how challenging it is. I love how it's changed me physically and mentally.
And you know who is awesome at Crossfit? My lovely wife Chelsea. Watching her plow through workouts is breathtaking. Chelsea NEVER liked to workout. Chelsea loves Crossfit.
-We're in the middle of a heat wave in Chicago and I hate it. The temperature is supposed to hit 100 degrees today. I hate, hate, hate how hot it is. I'm sure this is how most people feel when it's 0 degrees outside in January and the wind is howling. I can deal with that. I can put another coat on. I only have so many clothes I can take off. Supposedly, the heat is supposed to break on Saturday. Thank Zod.
-I bought tickets to a music festival! Specifically, I bought tickets to RiotFest. Normally, I hate music festivals. Why? The crowds! There is something about large, unruly crowds that makes me incredibly irritable. So, in order for me to want to go to a music festival, there has to be a really compelling reason. Riotfest actually features several bands/musicians I love. Elvis Costello, the Dropkick Murphys, Iggy and the Stooges...that's just the tip of the iceberg. Honestly, they're a Bruce Springsteen and a Johnny Cash from being my dream concert line up.
-I still wish that Firefly hadn't been cancelled after one season.
-We're moving! In like two weeks! Chelsea and I got a new apartment. It's right around the corner from our current place, but it's much nicer. It's also farther away from Wrigley Field so the rate of drunk guys throwing up on my front steps should drop dramatically.
-I'm reading "Reamde" by Neal Stephenson. Actually, I'm almost done reading it. "Reamde" is basically an action thriller that happens to involve a massively multiplaying role playing game as a central plot point. It's funny because Stephenson is generally known for writing sci-fi, so even though the book isn't sci-fi at all, that's where bookstores are putting it. Contrast this with when a non-genre writer like Cormac McCarthy dabbles in genre ("the Road" for instance) and the book gets placed in Fiction. It's just...it's funny to me. The idea that sci-fi and fantasy and horror somehow belong outside of regular fiction, that they aren't on the same level somehow as "real" fiction, unless an established writer with a ton of awards writes a sci-fi book, seems silly to me.
Anyway. There's some stuff. Save travels, everyone.