A productive day, yesterday, in Chicago:

Lunch @McDonalds
Art Institute of Chicago
Signature Room @Hancock Tower
Museum of Contemporary Art
Exhibit at the Chicago Water Tower
Wrigleyville
Dinner at Giordano’s on Rush St. (deep dish pizza stuffed w/spinach)

Not to mention on Monday we went to see Jerry Springer and the Robie House.

Oscar thoughts …

Some were surprised by the victory of three 6 mafia in the original song category. I saw it coming a mile away. How does anyone NOT vote for a song called “It’s hard out here for a pimp”?! Said one oscar voter, “they had me at ‘pimp’.”

In the performance of the song, I enjoyed the translation-for-TV of “bitches talking shit” to “withces jumping ship”. I think i’m gonna work “witches jumping ship” into my vocabulary.

But as far as the performances go, I was truly disturbed by the song from Crash. Forget the bad song and whoever was singing it all ballad-style; what was up with the burning car and interpretive dancers?? It was so .. weird. I found it really unsettling.

Bad-ass wikipedia find of the day: Stratellites.