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December 30, 2007

Best of 2007, number 3

The Avett Brothers - Emotionalism. This is definitely one of the more surprising albums I bought this year. The Avett Brothers combine banjos, bluegrass, and classic rock influences into a most potent mix. Heart-on-the-sleeve lyrics complete the recipe, and they offer up quite a few surprises in the process, like the flamenco-infused "Pretty Girl From Chile." What I like about this, and the two CD's ranked above this, is how different they are from other music released this year.

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December 29, 2007

Best of 2007, number 4

Rilo Kiley - Under the Blacklight. I wasn't a big fan of earlier Rilo Kiley stuff, but as many people note, they turned poppier on this record, and it caught my ear. Of course, it upset many of their long-time fans in the process. Co-frontpeople Jenny Lewis and Blake Sennett dated, then broke up. In a very No Doubtish turn, Lewis has basically taken over leadership of the band, as Sennett sings lead on only one song on this CD. The album rides Lewis' vocals to pop-rock heaven, mixing in a little 70's here, a little 80's there.

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Best of 2007, number 5

White Stripes - Icky Thump. The White Stripes keep on rolling. This album keeps the White Stripes closer to their roots, which is Jack White shredding his vintage guitar, and Meg White banging away at her drum kit, with the occasional bagpipe making an appearance.

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December 28, 2007

Best of 2007, number 6

Bruce Springsteen - Magic. Personally, I never thought Bruce Springsteen would become the popular influence for artists of today, ala the Arcade Fire, Ryan Adams, and... The Killers? But after hearing his latter efforts like The Rising, Devils & Dust, and Magic, I can see why. This album captures the fears and worries of Americans, from the war to the economy, and says it in Springsteen's trademark way. The Boss is quickly taking the reins of rock's de facto poet laureate from Bob Dylan. He's a worthy successor.

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December 27, 2007

Best of 2007 - number 7

Amy Winehouse - Back to Black. You know you're in trouble when your problems are worse than Britney Spears. Unlike Britney Spears, Amy Winehouse seems to be able to channel her downfall into great music. Wino's Back to Black featured several delightful neo-soul ditties that chronicled her problems: men (or namely one man, her now-husband Blake Fielder-Civil), and her chosen solution: lots and lots of alcohol. Rehab? No no no!

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December 26, 2007

Best of 2007, number 8

Nicole Atkins - Neptune City. This CD satisfies my well-known love of chick music (see, eg, Dido, Nelly Furtado and, uh, Bonnie Tyler.) However, Nicole Atkins and her band The Sea deserve credit anyway, as they've produced an eclectic CD that mixes singer-songwritery stuff with rock and other flourishes. My favorite part of this CD is the variety of the music - some of it is mellow, some of it is harder, and some of it, much like that legendary porridge, is just right.

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December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas

My parents' dog, Simon, is famously uncooperative when I try to take his picture. Instead, enjoy a picture of this dog, a fellow named Vesuvio.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all of you out there on the internet. Here's hoping you're reading this surrounded by family and friends and all that makes you happy.

Now, if you don't mind, I need to go play with my new Christmas gift.

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Top ten of 2007, number 9

Black Lips - Good Bad Not Evil Much like my number 10, Mannequin Men, Atlanta's Black Lips crash and bang through their music, unleashing a tidal wave of rock. As a matter of fact, while putting together this list I discovered the two bands are friends. It's a good match.

This isn't music meant to make you think, it's meant to make you want to party. "O Katrina" is also the most insouciant song about a natural disaster you will probably ever hear. The Black Lips are out to have a good time no matter what, and I think I will join them.

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December 24, 2007

Top ten of 2007: number 10

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Mannequin Men - Fresh Rot. I really liked this CD. Obviously, if it made my list. Mannequin Men are from Chicago, and they play a form of ramshackle garage rock that is perfect for driving and running. You can't tell what they're saying half the time, but that's not the point. Fuzzy guitars, thumping drums and lyrics about girls are what rock n roll is supposed to be about, and they deliver.

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My top ten

Unbelievable, but 2007 is almost over. It's been a strange year overall - but a great year for music. 2006 wasn't so good, but I think this year more than made up for it. So, I think I shall therefore present my ten favorite CDs of 2007!

Stay tuned for the first on the list.

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December 21, 2007

Leave Rod alone!

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Ah, just kidding. Illinois governor Rod Blagojevich has been ridiculed, derided and maligned in the press. He deserves almost 99% of it, as well. I mean, heck, more than half of respondents in a poll would vote to recall Blago, and there's not even a law in Illinois to allow it!

However, I think it's a little too much to criticize Blago for getting his kids backstage to see Hannah Montana. He is a famous, important person. Lots of important and famous people get stuff we don't get, like $100,000 gift bags for attending awards shows, or free stuff for simply mentioning a product on TV. And politicians benefit from their public office by getting stuff such as backstage access to places where we can't. Supposing President Bush had daughters who loved Hannah Montana, nobody would've complained if he got himself backstage. The same should apply for Blago, as much as we all want another reason to call him an incompetent boob.

Like I said, there are plenty of things to lambaste Rod about. Here's one. Here's another. Oh yeah, then there's this. And that. Now the guy can't even do something nice for his kids. Not that he doesn't deserve all the crap he's been getting, because I think he does.

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December 20, 2007

Happy holidays to you from me

There's a "Christkindl" market or something or other in the plaza at the Daley Center, and I found the decorated port-a-potties to be highly amusing. Don't you think so?

Speaking of happy holidays, I witnessed, for the first time, an encounter where a person said merry Christmas to a non-Christian. It was at the post office in the Daley Center, where a lady in a headscarf works. She helped an older fellow figure out the automatic postal machine, and when he was done he wished her a Merry Christmas.

Oops! She said, "I don't celebrate, but thanks and same to you." Notice that the world didn't implode and the postal worker, who I'm guessing was a Muslim, didn't try to shoot the man. Is it possible all this happy holidays vs. merry Christmas stuff is way out of proportion? Nah!

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December 19, 2007

Indiana is fun

I'm suddenly glad I didn't go to high school in Indiana. To quote Snoop Dogg in "Training Day," it sounds like they're a bunch of "civil rights violatin' mothafuckas."

First, there's Brandan Geise, a high school soccer player who was kicked off his team because he refused to get rid of his fauxhawk. The school's superintendent gave a decidedly weak explanation:

"A mohawk haircut is not in the best image that we are trying to promote," explained Dr. Bob Klizman, school superintendent. "... we don't want individuals trying to single themselves out."

Then, to make sure this entire episode would be collectively forgotten, the school then engaged in some Stalinist style photography:

In an attempt to further make things right, administrators told the school's soccer team to re-shoot the yearbook picture without Geise. Without photo evidence of Geise ever having been on the team, the school can set an example for future hair offenders. Cut your hair or be wiped from existence.

Now, if wanting to have a mohawk, which lost its shock value sometime in the 80's, is going to get a guy kicked out of school, a boy who wants to wear a pink dress to his prom doesn't stand a chance:

When Kevin Logan went to his high school prom in 2006, he was hoping it would be a night to remember. What he'll remember, though, will be standing outside in the parking lot while his classmates danced inside.

As Logan walked up to the prom, clad in a pink prom dress, West Side High School Principal Diana Rouse blocked the doorway and refused to let him inside.

Logan, who goes by the name "K.K." and describes himself as a gay bisexual male, filed a suit Dec. 12 against Rouse and the school board, claiming they violated his civil rights by denying him entrance to the prom based on his attire.

It seems to me that teachers and principals ought to know better. If they try to stifle a student, chances are they are either going to get sued. If they don't get sued, they are going to be made to look like asses in the local media. They're not going to come out of it looking good if they do something like that, so I think it's a matter of good policy to let the kids have their hair and wear their dresses.

Meanwhile, in other educational news, another school has banned competitive games at recess. The rationale: 'tis better to foster cooperation than competition.

No longer could they let off their youthful energy — pent up from hours of long division — by cavorting outside for 22 minutes of unstructured play, or perhaps with a vigorous game of tag or dodgeball. Such games had been virtually banned by the principal, Mark S. Johnson, along with kickball, soccer and other “body-banging” activities, as he put it, where knees — and feelings — might get bruised.

Instead, children are encouraged to jump rope, play with Hula Hoops or gently fling a Frisbee. Balls are practically controlled substances, parceled out under close supervision by playground monitors.

Hmm, sounds to me like Principal Johnson is a pinko.

This combination of stories inexorably leads me to one conclusion: I'm homeschooling my damn kids. Especially if they happen to be bisexual soccer players who want to have mohawks and wear pink dresses.

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December 17, 2007

Ho ho ho

You know, people are nice sometimes! Today I was at Macy's doing some Christmas shopping, and because I had just left the gym I was thirsty. I found a cafe and asked for a bottle of water, and the counter person gave it to me for free. Enjoying my good fortune, I shopped at Macy's and bought not a thing.

Later, I went to dinner at Ada's Deli, and I decided to top off my meal with a brownie. Lo and behold, my waiter said I didn't have to pay for it. That's the brownie right there, just before I set about eating it.

Can you believe it, I got two free things in the space of an hour. I'm lucky if somebody gives me something once a year. I'll take it!

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Oy veh

I spotted this Hanukkah car somewhere on the Northwest Side last week. And then I saw another Hanukkah car, and then another. It turns out that in a four or five block radius, I saw about six of these Hanukkah cars.

I'd never seen one of these things before, and I hope I am not offending anyone when I say they're kind of tacky. I thought we Christians had cornered the market on holiday-related tackiness, but this seems to disprove that notion. Congratulations, Hanukkah!

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December 16, 2007

The beauty of nature

Behold the "unicorn deer," who tripped off a hunter's camera in Western NY recently. There's a few theories about how this deer came to get his extra antler, including from a fight, a birth defect, or simply bumping it:

He showed the picture to a select few hunter friends. They suggested that the antler might be a piece of another buck’s antler that became lodged in the deer’s head during a fight.

But Ebeling said he didn’t think so, because three weeks after the camera took the first picture, it recorded another image. It appears to be the same deer because the antler is in the same spot as the first photo.

“If it was something like [a piece of another deer’s antler], it would have been off or turned sideways, because they fight,” he said.

Tim Spierto, senior wildlife biologist with the state Department of Environmental Conservation, said he has never seen a deer quite like the one pictured, but he did have a possible explanation for the antler.

“He must have bumped that antler fairly early on in development,” Spierto said, adding that such an injury may have led to the extra antler. “Bumping it or scraping it could cause it to form another antler right at the injury point,” he said.

Now, such a unique animal deserves respect, does it not? Like the occasional blue lobster, they're objects of curiosity that people aren't eager to destroy. So, I'm heartened to see what the fellow who took the deer's picture would like to see happen with it:

“I just wish somebody would shoot it so we’d know what that was,” Ebeling said.

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December 12, 2007

The best kind of bowling

I was looking at Craigslist today to see if there were any parking spots for rent on my street, and I took a gander at the community section. This posting caught my eye:

There was a nudist bowling in Oak Park. I noticed it is no more. Does anybody know where they move the event to ?

I don't know much about naked bowling, or naked anything for that matter. But dammit, there are just some things that should not be done naked. I think bowling is one of them. They didn't have bowling at the ancient Olympics, did they? It's just not the same as, say, Greco-Roman wrestling.

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Behold the power of the internet

The internet is a crazy thing sometimes. My friend Karen, who calls Atlanta home, needed a date to her holiday party. She did what any sensible person would do: she set up a blog to solicit bids for a date. I love a good challenge, so naturally I put in my bid. I thought that would be the end of it, but it turns out that someone forwarded it to somebody else, that person forwarded it, and now her website is in the Atlanta newspaper and yours truly gets a mention for having one of the more creative bids! There'll be trouble if I "win," though. I don't think I have enough scratch to fly to Atlanta.

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December 11, 2007

Satisfaction

I was crossing Fullerton about ten minutes ago, at my intersection which happens to feature stop signs in all four directions. I saw a black Mercedes coming towards me, and I had a sneaking suspicion he wasn't going to stop at the stop sign. He didn't. As he whizzed by, two feet from me, I leaned back and delivered a kick with all my might. It connected, landing on the rear passenger door.

He didn't even stop to investigate what the thud was. I hope I put a dent in that bastard's car.

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End of the year fun

Pete sent me a so-called internet meme today, and I am obliged to follow it. If I don't, I will have bad luck for seven years, be unsuccessful in love, and probably go to hell when I die. Just to make sure, I'm doing it. It's simple: list the first line of the first post of every month this year. The only thing I've learned from this exercise is that I need to write better opening lines. And middle lines, and probably ending lines too.

January: I was at the mall today, and this advertisement kept catching my eye.

February: Every day that goes by adds another reason to why "NFL" actually stands for No Fun League.

March: Tomorrow a piece of Columbus legend is going away.

April: We started with 64 contestants, and that has been whittled down to two: Chewbacca and Abraham Lincoln. [Editor's note - this is actually the second line. It is too funny and nonsensical not to include.]

May: This was probably not the wisest way to pull off a skinny-dipping exhibition.

June: Last July, there was a horrific fire in a house around the corner from where I live, and two people died.

July: So Beyonce donned this super-hot robot costume for her performance at the BET Awards last week.

August: Now that I have to be to work at 9 am, I've found a new appreciation for what a hassle riding the subway in the morning can be.

September: Ah, back from a lovely Labor Day break.

October: There is no more annoying piece of clothing in a man's wardrobe than the necktie.

November: I have this fun little game I play now.

December: I'm not a native Chicagoan, as you all probably know.

There you have it. I hope you enjoyed your visit to the Southport Squealer time traveling machine.

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December 10, 2007

The most wonderful time of the year

Christmas is a mere 14 days away! Have you done your shopping, because I haven't! But I know there's two things I won't be buying this year: diamonds and Lexuses, or any type of car for that matter. Unless you count toy cars... Which I don't.

But it gives me occasion to talk about two TV commercials, one of which I love, and the other which I loathe.

Let's talk about the one I hate, first of all. It's the Lexus commercial, where one spouse receives a brand new Lexus with a big shiny bow on it. It looks kind of like this:

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Now, in my search to find a video of the commercial, I've noticed a few other blogs commenting on these commercials. Most of them take the position that Lexus owners are elitist yuppy scumbags. I guess that's a legitimate attitude, but I don't know if I want to advocate that position. Instead, my belief is simple: putting bows on cars is stupid. It looks stupid. Where do you get a giant bow like that anyway? Does Lexus have them?

It reminds me of the time many years ago, when I still drove my old car, the Timmobile/Shaggin' Wagon. I was home on Christmas break, and a few days before Christmas my mom came in and said she was driving my car and it broke down, and it was at the shop. Well, come Christmas day I learned that in fact, they had taken the car to the dealer and gotten a CD player put into it. There was not a bow on it.

I didn't cry like in the Lexus commercials though, so maybe I am the wrong demographic.

On the other hand, I love the Kay Jewelers commercial where Santa Claus gives Mrs. Claus a diamond necklace for Christmas. I don't know why I love this so much, but it always makes me warm and fuzzy. I must like the idea of Santa trying so blatantly to earn Mrs. Claus's love. Maybe it's his way of lessening what must be a boring life at the North Pole. Think there's a Starbucks or Whole Foods in the Arctic?

But yes, I love that commercial.

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December 09, 2007

It's no game 7

One of my favorite sports cliches is that of the hockey player who says he always dreamed of playing in overtime of Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals. (Examples here and here.) If you were a baseball player as a kid, you probably dreamed you were Carlton Fisk, or you were Michael Jordan in your dreams.

On the other hand, if you're Tom Higgenson of the Plain White T's, your dream was a little different. Upon hearing that his band's song Hey There Delilah was nominated for a Grammy, he had this to say:

"I grew up watching the Grammys every year and always dreamed that some day I would be there," said Tom Higgenson, frontman of Plain White T's — who scored a pair of nods, including Song of the Year, for their massive hit "Hey There Delilah." "It's funny, but before I even started writing 'Hey There Delilah,' I joked with Delilah that the song I wrote for her would be the song that made the band successful and that she'd be my date for the Grammys. Looks like I'll have to give her a call."

I can't say I ever harbored dreams of being a rock star when I was a kid, but I really, really doubt this is the average dream of aspiring musicians. The one that I always read about is how musicians dream of headlining Madison Square Garden. Playing on the Grammys? It would be awesome to be nominated for a Grammy, but it doesn't seem like that spectacular of a gig. I'm calling shenanigans on this particular dream of his. I think he made it up.

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December 07, 2007

Jesus has a funny way of showing up

A guy in Florida recently went in for a chest x-ray, and he made a most interesting discovery on the film: a image of Jesus Christ Himself:

The patient recently went to a hospital in Homestead and complained of chest pains.

The doctor ordered an X-ray, and when technicians put the film up to the light, the silhouette of what some said resembled Jesus Christ appeared.

The doctor said he can't explain how the image appeared.

What do you mean, the doctor can't explain how the image appeared. It's simple, really: the combination of lines and shadows created a mish-mashed image that to many people resembles nothing but to some looks a little like a shadowy image of Jesus. It's the same way Jesus or Mother Theresa shows up in wet concrete, or on tree stumps, or in cinnamon buns.

I don't want to be quick to condemn these things, because I've always thought that if something makes a person feel better, I'm in no position to stop it. After all, lots of things comfort me that probably don't comfort others. But please... Don't try to call this sort of thing miraculous. It's a nice sign, and maybe a reminder for people of the miracle of life - but a message from the man upstairs? I don't know about that.

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December 06, 2007

I am legend

So I ran this Jingle Bell Run last weekend, and to get into the holiday spirit I donned a Santa Claus hat and beard, as you can see above. I was told in the race literature that people were encouraged to dress up. Little did I know that out of 500 people to run the race, only one other person had a beard. There were lots of Santa hats but only one other beard.

Have you ever tried running with a fake beard? I don't recommend it. Beards tend to get itchy, and when it combines with sweat it makes a nasty combination.

It was great, though. The cops who manned the race route kept yelling, "Hey Santa!" "Let's go, Santa!" and the like. I would yell back, "I hope you were nice this year." Occasionally a fellow runner would see me, and do a double-take as a guy with a giant beard ran next to him. It was fun to be so noticeable.

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Paranoid much?

There is another absurd proposal in Ohio to outfit sex offenders with some sort of radio transponder. Then, people who buy a receiver can have it go off to warn them every time a sex offender comes within 50 yards:

Offendar LLC of Chagrin Falls showed the device, about the size of a key fob, that vibrates when picking up a signal from a parolee’s monitoring bracelet. The device has a range of about 50 yards, and would also alert the parolee to stay out of range and avoid tripping the alarm.

I'm always puzzled by the measures lawmakers want to take to out sex offenders. At some point, "public safety" has to be outweighed by the trampling of a person's right to live life and not be harassed. This technology would effectively cause sex offenders to be shut-ins and pariahs, more so than they already are. I don't like it one bit.

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December 05, 2007

I want my TV

I came home a little while ago, hoping to catch my beloved Sabres on TV. I got DirecTV simply because I knew they had the NHL Center Ice package, which allows me to see every single Sabres game. The added benefit is that it's cheaper than Comcast.

When I turned the channel to the Sabres game, I had a most horrifying message: cannot acquire satellite signal. This usually happens when it's raining or snowing heavily, but it was doing neither of these things today. Naturally, I called customer support, and after a stupefying time navigating the menus that ask you to say what you want, I was on the phone with a fellow named Brent.

Brent suggested to me that maybe snow had accumulated on the dish. I went out to look at it, and sure enough, there was snow on it. Brent said that I needed to get the snow out of there, and the dish would work fine. This seemed kind of hare-brained to me, but I gave it a shot.

Ironically, the only thing I had that was long enough to reach the dish was a hockey stick. But upon reaching for the dish, I was inches short. I brought out a chair, and standing on that, I knocked all the snow out of the dish. Would you believe it actually worked? As a former tech support type myself, the simplest solution rarely works.

I had nightmares of falling from my chair or getting knocked unconscious by a tumbling block of ice. (Don't laugh, my aunt suffered nerve damage from that.) I didn't fall down once, but I still managed to pick up an injury when I banged my shin on a table while moving the chair.

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December 04, 2007

Creative vandalism

I can't decide whether the vandals who did this are really creative, or that the Barrington School District officials are pansies. After somebody slashed the tires on their buses, they canceled school for the day:

Even before winter's first significant snowfall, students in the Barrington school district were given what might be called a "vandals day" off when the tires on about 35 school buses were punctured early Tuesday.

Classes were expected to be held Wednesday, barring a snow day amid forecasts of a storm that could dump several inches on the area.

Soon after learning of the scope of the vandalism about 5:40 a.m. Tuesday, Community Unit School District 220 Supt. Tom Leonard canceled classes for all 12 district schools. More than 7,000 of the 9,200 students rely on buses in the sprawling, 72-square-mile district in the northwest suburbs that serves parts of Cook, Lake, Kane and McHenry Counties.

I mean, obviously they need their school buses to get kids around in the area. I wonder if the vandal was a student looking for a way to get a day off from school that didn't rely on something like a bomb threat? There are a few ways to get a day off from school, such as a snow day, inservice day, and then the crazy days - like bomb threats. Unfortunately, the last one usually involves jail time for the perpetrator. I assume there is less jail time for vandalizing school buses than making a bomb threat; nevertheless, why not just play hooky and save yourself a date with the prison shower room?

It reminds me of my time in school, during the mythical back in the day. (Am I old enough to say that yet? Well... I am saying it. Try and stop me.) I grew up on a little country road, and my school bus would barrel down the road at 45 mph. I'd be standing at the end of the driveway, in the dark, hoping that the driver would see me and also not lose control going over a hill and wipe me out. Know what my bus driver's name was? Mrs. Bussey. I'm glad she didn't kill me with that bus.

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December 03, 2007

What a way to go

I bet she's going to get teased in elephant heaven about this:

A young elephant died Saturday after being treated for a herpes virus at Springfield's Dickerson Park Zoo.

Elephant keepers Thursday noticed early symptoms of the elephant herpes virus on the calf, Nisha, a 16-month-old Asian elephant. The symptoms included a lesion on the roof of Nisha's mouth and discoloration of her tongue.

Nisha received an aggressive treatment of an anti-viral drug in combination with antibiotics and a drug to reduce swelling.

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December 02, 2007

Not good for the image

I'm not a native Chicagoan, as you all probably know. However, I do take a little pride in the city, and certain things about it make me cringe. (They probably make most people cringe.) But, something else is starting to happen that makes me worry about Chicago's image around the country. This Drew Peterson episode has put some regular Chicago guys on TV.

Take, for example, the man himself:

That's Peterson out somewhere, looking suspicious. Now, take a look at Stacy Peterson's uncle, a fellow named Kyle Toutges:

That picture of Mr. Toutges comes from an appearance on the local NBC station, but I first noticed him this morning when he gave an awkward interview on the Today Show.

What's similar about these two men? Mustaches! Big, furry mustaches! Now look, mustaches are allright. They're not for me, usually. I have been tempted to do mustaches for kids, but I don't know if it'd be wise. I'm no Brandon Flowers, or Casey Affleck, for that matter. I simply don't have a mustache face. But I suppose purveyors of a fine mustache will tell you it's a way of life, not just facial hair.

These two guys on TV will have your average latte-swilling East Coast liberal thinking the City of Big Shoulders is actually the City of Bad 'Staches. I see mustaches around town, but not too many. Yet for some reason, the only people from Chicago who get on TV are mustachioed.

It doesn't help that one of the more famous people to be associated with Chicago also was famous for his mustache. My advice: if there is any remote possibility you could wind up on national TV, get rid of the damn mustache. We have to show the world that people from Chicago are at least somewhat fashion-forward.

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