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"Get what you need."

-- Jet, "Get What You Need"

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Day Three here at La Quinta, spent mostly in Lincoln Park, Chicago. Walked Ajax around and talked about squirrels with the fam. Hit up a small Italian place, famous for its deep-dish pizzas and oven grinders. Stuffed ourselves with Mediterranean bread twice the size of their biggest plate. The interior looks warmer than it is: log cabin meets air-conditioning. Sharon thinks it's connected with the mob, what with the silent, ethnic staff; plus, it's next-door to a law firm. When I dropped a fork onto the glazed brick floor, the manager was there in a second, utensil between thumb and forefinger. We made eye contact, and then he disappeared.

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Tried to watch Quantum of Solace with the fam in the hotel room. Downloaded a pirated version from a dump site and the sound stopped two-thirds through. You get what you pay for, I guess.

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Read most of the script for our next touring show, based on the life of Coretta Scott King. Her story of civil rights. Her singing career. Her marriage. As a non-black man, I get to play racists. At one point, I punch a poor black taxi driver in the face because of the color of his skin, and then I say (to his unconscious body), "Get out of my town, boy."

Boy, oh boy. The kids are gonna love this.

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Weather Channel broadcasts look like what an SNL parody of the Weather Channel would look like.

My youngest sister has become obsessed with a move she hasn't seen. Twilight, the vampire teen romance movie. As if teen romance could get more angsty. The Onion has a juicy critique.

Incidentally, I picked up a copy of The Onion when in the Park today. Read it through. This column was particularly good, I thought, a kind of sunset-tasting critique for the nature hater.