my little sister, an 18-year-old avid blog follower and philosophy student studying in nova scotia, sent me this link today, listing cute places to go in chicago. i've already tried molly's and can't wait to go on another wicker park adventure!
other things making me happy lately have included...:
throwback to me and my beloved roommate andy's first trip to the chicago lyric opera.
yesterday in my "towards the professional singer" seminar, my professor read us excerpts from proust, thomas mann and em forster on music and encouraged us to try some free writing on music ourselves. how does one describe something that really can't be described? besides in the analytical ways we do in all our academic master's courses, that is.