Sep 04 2013

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Sep 02 2013


So I gather the 10 or so young adults at the meeting (I am 62 so you can surmise on your own without much didactic reasoning what I mean by young) to discuss the “Voices that Play in our heads”

Ages varied among those in the group from 14 to 28. See “YOUNG”

I encourage you to be aware of the voice that has started to take space up in your head right now. “This is stupid” “This is interesting (hopefully, that is my voice as I compose)” “My ass itches,” “Ass itches” may prompt a voice in your head as you read this, “I think I am gonna stop as this is meaningless babble” “I wish I had a job and did not have time to read this crap” “This guy is an asshole for bringing up that I don’t have a job” and on and on…

So in order for the discussion not to just explode into existential pabulum I asked 3 questions after a brief presentation of what I was proposing to them as a “theory” and hence a point of discussion.

First the theory.

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Sep 01 2013

Hearing Voices, Cory’s Version

Go slow. Respect boundaries. Danger lurks.

This month’s task lends itself to a sort of wacky, jackass-style completion. But the title has all kinds of awesome religious implications. For both these reasons, I decided to do something a little different. Let’s start at the beginning. I have this tattoo on my left wrist: It only takes up about three square inches …

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Sep 01 2013

What Do You Want From Me?

The idea is simple: collect a large-ish sample of instructions, analyze them, and plot a course of action accordingly. Clearly, I trust each and every one of my friends to play nice.

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Aug 15 2013

A Month Of … Hearing Voices

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Aug 13 2013

Elevator Thoughts

I have been riding hospital elevators for over 30 years. I didn’t do this for fun or because I possess some type of “vator” fetish. I have worked in hospitals for over 30 years.

I’ve not only ridden internal hospital elevators but also external elevators. In more cases than not these elevators carry people who have parked their automobile, motorcycle, and sometimes bicycle in a large ominous looking structure adjacent to a hospital.. These folks frequently go from one floor to the next with a blank stare trying to find their vehicle. The dysphoria created by the spaciousness and lack of familiarity with the cavernous concrete lots that house the elevators compound the spookiness of the contraptions’ themselves. Now throw in the anxiety that most people have visiting their physician, or loved one who may be infirmed and you have one big “phobia”.

Today I was in one of those lots and found two women wondering around talking to each other pointing as if each auto they were pointing to could be, but wasn’t, their own.

“I think that’s it”

“No it’s a Nissan, but its not the right color”

“How bout that one?”

“Yes… that’s not it. It’s a Toyota”

“What floor were we on?”

“I didn’t look when we left the lot and got on the elevator”

“I always do that and then end up feeling so stupid”

After observing this for a moment or two I offered gallant assistance.

“Did you ladies lose your car?”

Blank stares at me and fearful stares at each other.

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Aug 13 2013

Tomorow is A Month Of… Next Stop: Unexpected

A Month Of!

A Month Of… Next: Stop Unexpected.

Aug. 14th we are going to have our second show.

A Month Of is a themed open mic where you get to choose the theme.

What sort of stories can be told for, Next Stop: Unexpected? Our fantastic hosts have some great elevator hijinx to tell you. But the theme is open to all sorts of stories. We want to hear where you take the them!

Do have a crazy public transportation story? Perhaps a friend popped up sometime when you weren’t expecting? Best surprise party ever? Maybe life was taking you down the wrong road, just to plop you in the place you really needed to be. We welcome all of your interpretations.

All month long our hosts and fans have been posting stories for you to read and listen to.

Jennifer Hall felt like this was a pretty great take on Next Stop: Unexpected!

I agreed.

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Aug 12 2013

I’ve always digged Jack London

Derek, Ma and Me

I’ve tried to tell this story much in the same way one tells a story to a friend. It’s something that has occurred, you think about it, turn it over in your head and then tell it. I don’t know if it works or it doesn’t. Don’t know if this is what is expected or …

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Jul 31 2013

The Best Elevator in My World


This is my middle school.

It has a chapel. Amelia, the girl I used to have a crush on, told me she wants to get married in here.

I believed her. I still do.

It has a grotto. It was a decrepit pool of stagnant water until Andrew cleaned it out.

Now it’s beautiful.

Speaking of pools…

The school’s pool isn’t big, but not many schools have a pool in the basement.

Most other schools most certainly do not have as many statues of the Virgin Mary. You’ve seen three so far.

Here’s a fourth.

We walked by this one four times a week on the way to drive our art and music teachers crazy.

None of the things above was the reason I went back, however.

I went back for the elevator.

It’s the best elevator in my world.

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Jul 28 2013

Cory’s Elevator Task: It’s Raining Men, and Those Men Are All George Washington

Pursuant to the assigned directive, my associates and I induced fiduciary precipitation in a dumbwaiter. In other words, me and my homies brought a stack of bills into an elevator and made it fuckin’ rain.

I’m not sure how we originally arrived at the idea (we being me and Miss Polly “The Uke-meister” Yukevich), but it appealed to us on a number of levels. One, it would definitely be unexpected. Two, a rain of dollar bills has the potential to really brighten someone’s day. Three, we really wanted to treat a bunch of business professionals like strippers.

We figured we should make it rain on a weekday, since that’s when most elevators in the Loop get the heaviest traffic. Ideally we were looking for a building tall enough and busy enough to have an express elevator, so that the skipped floors would give us more time to do our thing. We figured fifty dollars would be enough to achieve the desired effect. Aside from that, we needed business clothes (for disguise) and a portable speaker (for blasting dance music in the elevator). During our practice runs in Polly’s apartment, we also determined that it’s hard to make it rain effectively unless you are standing on some kind of elevated structure, such as a bar at a strip club or – in our case – a plastic crate.

This crate is also my bedside table. Highly practical in a variety of situations.

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