Bring Back the Chorizo

Minnesota's North Shore is a site to see. I will definitely have to post pictures up on my flickr when they are all processed, and that's really the only way to describe it. I can preliminarily try using the five senses here as a template, but whatever I write is probably going to come across as being completely bogus.

Sight - More stars then I had ever seen in my life. Tall white trees that look dead. The first refers to the sky on a clear night. The second the Superior National Forest. Crystal clear water.

Sound - Sometimes nothing. That is the craziest thing. Sometimes some crickets or bullfrogs or rushing water, but sometimes nothing. Also, a rainstorm hitting our tent.

Smell - Fresh. Occasionally flowers. No salt in the air here although sometimes it feels like there should be.

Taste - Zesty vegetable soup at the Angry Trout Cafe in Grand Marais (recommend highly). Warm, gooey banana, chocolate, marshmallow campfiery mix.

Feel - Cold Lake Superior water numbing bare feet being massaged by smooth, pressing round rocks below. Burning in quads after mistakenly hiking an estimated 16-18 miles one afternoon. Map was not to scale.

Unfortunately, camping left me with a pretty bad cold, and adding that to a fairly busy week at work has prohibited me from posting. It took several days to regain strength and quite a few evenings of 8 to 10 pm turn-ins. One of my call nights last week I would have to describe as trying.

I came to a fairly amazing observation the other day at work, when thinking about the fact that one of my patients drove in from Bismarck, North Dakota for emergency treatment. They didn't have the kind of pediatric subspecialist that they needed over there in Bismarck. In fact, there doesn't even exist that type of doctor in all of North Dakota. The Twin Cities were the closest thing and that completely blows my mind.

I had a similar sort of revelation when driving out to the North Shore with Bullshot. About 45 minutes into the journey, I realized that my gasoline indicator had turned on and started looking for an exit. No exit for about 8 minutes. And we were just outside of the Twin Cities. It's hard for me to wrap my head around that.

I haven't played fantasy football for about 3 years now, I've recently joined a league, and the prospect scares me. My usual finishes in a league of 12 is usually around 4, finishing as high as 2 and as low as 8. I've never been really bad, but also never tasted the Bacchalian fruits of pigskin glory (Bud Light).

Sometimes, the single hardest thing about playing fantasy football is picking a team name. For me, though, the whole thing was pretty easy this time, and since I was limited to 20 characters, I knew that my team name would have to be JeromeBettisBBQSauce. The fun thing about picking this name is that it gave me the opportunity to revisit some of my favorite Pittsburgh sports icons' foods of past. I know I've posted this before, but its just too hard for me to resist.

1997
(Jaromir) Jagr creamy peanut butter
(Darius) Kasparaitis Krunchers Russian-style dill pickles
(Jerome) Bettis "The Bus" barbecue sauce

1998
(Jerome) Bettis "The Bus" peanut butter
(Jerome) Bettis "The Bus" salsa
(Jerome) Bettis "The Bus" pickles

1999
(Jason) Kendall Krunch cereal

2000
(Brian) Giles No Guts No Glory sports drink

2001
Lynn Swann's Super 88 cereal

2002
Hines Ward 86 steak sauce

2003
Tommy Gun cereal (Tommy Maddox)
Tommy Gun barbecue sauce (Tommy Maddox)in two flavors, original and mesquite

2004
Big Ben's beef jerky (original and teriyaki)

As you can see, both peanut butter and BBQ Sauce are popular items in Pittsburgh. Its great to have football season back.

I'll have to figure out where my Wildcat watching station will be this fall. Tomorrow I will have to call around to see who'll be playing, or who'll be willing to play, the ESPNU Thursday night showdown. Today, absent-mindedly, I almost scheduled an evening to watch "Little Miss Sunshine" Thursday night. As a Cats fans, I'm pretty a disappointed in myself. A near miss this time, perhaps a fatal mistake sometime in the future.

Lastly, I'm yet to figure out a good sleep schedule for myself post-call. Basically, I am on-call in the hospital every fourth night (after working the day before), and then am required to leave by 1pm the next afternoon. Saturday I was on call, didn't sleep, and then came home on Sunday at about noon. I thought about sleeping through the afternoon, but initially on the way home I ran into a friend on the street and we chatted for a while. This totally fired me up. It was a gorgeous day so I went for a walk. Then I came home and watched "High School Musical". I later watched "Pirates of the Caribbean". So, then I didn't end up sleeping yesterday afternoon either. I crashed at about nine and just couldn't get up with my alarm at six. I think I need a better plan than this.

"High School Musical" is a great movie and highly recommend it to anyone who can appreciate genre excellence. "Stick to What You Know".

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I want to talk a little bit about process. The process involved in manufacturing a blogger post. (Fred Rogers, please start Picture Picture). The way I am doing these things nowadays is totally different than how I ever did them in the past. It's fresha and unique. I write little bits at a time, and only publish when I reach a critical content mass. My content required threshold is pretty low, but still high enough that it usually takes me several attempts to finish a post. I use the 'save as draft' as a key ally in this whole process.

Yesterday our pediatric ward was graced by a visit from Twins second baseman Nick Punto and backup catcher Mike Redmond. This created the largest stir with the nurses on the floor, who from a safe distance took a liking to Mr. Punto, the second largest stir came from some of the Twin Citizen fathers on the floor, and the third largest stir came collectively from all of the sick children. Punto and Redmond were chatting with the kids for a bit, and made sure they double autographed the bills of some Twins hats they had brought along. Unfortunately, they stationed themselves in the glass playroom which is a doctor free zone, and I wasn't able to get anything more than a nod while I was walking by. If you think about it, though, a nod from some big leaguers while you are working is pretty cool. Usually its us watching them work. Oh, how fast the tables turn!

This morning I went into the room to visit of one of my 16 year old patients. He has discovered that his room has wireless Internet and has started networking games of some derivative of War Craft that he has installed on his computer. He has also discovered that the curtain can completely enclose his bed into a mini war-zone, and so he has gone ahead in creating mission control, shutting the curtain and any sense of reality that might be present. After sneaking into the war-zone HQ this morning, I noticed one of the Minneota TC hats sitting on his chair. I remarked how awesome it was that all the kids had a chance to meet some of the players yesterday. He looked up for but a brief second, said that it was pretty cool, but that he couldn't really remember who he had met. Basically, his sentiment was, "whatevs". He then resumed playing his War Craft derivative game.

I discoverd that going to work isn't so bad when you sleep over every fourth night. The thought is that for every four days that you work, you only have to physically drive there and drive home three times. These makes days, weeks, and even months seem like they are flying by in hours, minutes, or even seconds.

Just like always, this week flew by really fast, which means that it is almost time to go camping! This trip should be extraordinary, and last night I spent several hours grocery shopping and packing to prepare for the adventure. Tomorrow night I will be under the northern Minnesota stars, enjoying the fresh and crisp but hopefully not too crisp air. Weather.com reports Saturday to have an ominous high of 63 degrees and a 50% chance of rain. Time to break out tht thermals.

Lastly, I am going to ride out the weekend in style with a trip to see the Saint Paul Saints baseball game on Monday night. Tailgating is encouraged, but my dilemma is that I am yet to find a good Minnesota working class beer. Since I am now in the working class, I think that it is vital that I find one. My working theory on this futile search is that the Twin Cities were not born from the same blue-color identity that forged my previous residences. No Iron City. No Old Style. The best they can do here might be Leinenkugel's (really more Chippewa Falls, WI than anything else). I don't know what to think of this. I guess I'll just have to raise my glass of Summit Pale Ale. Does that work?

In our group, we will also be bringing along the previous winner of the Saints beard contest. We will be bringing him along with his $50 of unused gift certificates that can be used in the stadium for beer. Can anyone beat that?

Interesting fact: In yesterday's Twins game, the only two bench players who did not get into the game were Punto and Redmond. Someone fact check me on this, but I think I'm right. Who's my fact checkin' cuz?

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Yesterday was about as gorgeous as they come. I spent a little bit of time outside, a little bit of time inside cleaning, and a little bit of time watching baseball. Perfect. To cap off my day, yesterday evening I decided to take a leisurely walk to the grocery store to pick up some asparagus, shrimp, and cilantro to make a simple pasta meal with hot selections from the barbie. Usually, I drive my car to the grocery, but today with the evening especially pleasant, I couldn't resist the stroll. I walked first to a non-standard grocery store of mine, the Mississippi Market, and couldn't find what I was looking for. I then decided to trapse back over to my all-time favorite grocery store, Kowalki's. All in all the walk was a gorgeous 3.7 mile exploratory journey throught my Saint Paul neighborhood. I only wish I had brought a camera to document.

Dealing with UPS on Friday evening was a time to forget. It would be too painful for me to recount the details of how many things they screwed up, but just know the end result was that I was left without package. In the process, I ended up doing my good deed for the day by driving a Somali man around the cities. The whole thing made sense at the time with the wild goose chase that UPS had me on that evening. My Somali friend had locked his keys in his car and needed a ride home. Plus he reminded me of the man from I Heart Huckabees, so I thought helping him out would be the right thing to do. In retrospect, one good reason to not help him out would have been that he didn't smell very good. Bad smells can only get worse in confined spaces. Luckily, my new car smell returned just minutes after dropping him back at the UPS center.

Friday night took an upturn when I paid a visit to Gloria, my new stylist by recommendation at the MOA. Gloria was a wonderfully pleasant woman, who decided that my haircut was a pretty exciting thing. She potentially solved a problem that I have been having with the front portion of my hair, and reinforced the fact that I should never use conditioner in my hair. And while I didn't end up having views of the Old Navy, the whole experience was pretty darn good.

On rare occasions I become a little uncomfortable when I am grilling out my front window. My third floor window overlooks historic Grand Ave, and has a small arc of a ledge that juts out about 18 inches in radius directly outside my sunroom. That's where I grill. The main problem is that I know what I am doing is illegal, and my concern is that barbequeing openly on a busy street might attract attention. I am slightly worrieed that the police will have something to say about it, but am more concerned that my landlord will happen to walk by at the exact moment that I am lighting up. And yet another dilemma exists. The closer I keep the grill to the apartment wall, the more hidden it is, but the more of a fire hazard it becomes. The greater the distance from my apartment wall, the more visible it becomes. And the most conspicuous of all grilling happens with the cooking of the bratwurst. When those soft fresh sausages plump up, their juices start to drip down through the grate and create the most beautiful and fragrant of smokes. Yes, beautiful to me and you, but not as beautiful to my landlord and the SPFD.

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I took my first trip to the MOA on Sunday, and to my surprise I must say the MOA is quite spectacular. The layout is intuitive, the design breathtaking, and with the number of map stations posted throughout, its easy to get where you need to be to spend your hard-earned American dollars. Three stories and four avenues (north, east, south, west) frame an amusement park. There is also a Legoland, aquarium, 4-6 Caribou Coffees, and a mall foodcourt unrivaled anywhere in the world.

The MOA is where I am going this upcoming Friday night to get my haircut as well. My appointment is at 7 pm, and I can't think of anything better than getting a little trim with a clear view of the Old Navy. It's too bad its not the season for $2 Old Navy USA flag shirts. If that were the case, I would have the opportunity to people-watch our country's finest patriots (outside of members of USA Beard Team).

The reason I went to MOA in the first place was to find myself a pair of Crocs. The thought was that Crocs would be ideal for being on call in the hospital. Crocs are basically rubber shoes with air ventilation holes spaced throughout, and they are all the rage with little kids right now. They are also quite comfy. Additionally, my mother has a pair. The kids usually wear red, orange, green, or purple, but I was looking for something a little bit more respectable like black, chocolate, navy, or powder blue. To my dismay, however, neither of the Crocs kiosks had any more in my size (this was after I had checked at REI, Dicks, and Sports Authority). I was redirected to Nordstrom's where they had Crocs in my size, but somehow I ended up coming home with a great pair of Merrell clogs. So it goes.

I have worn my Merrells to work everyday since Sunday and they are spectacular. I noticed this evening that I have scuffed up the toe of the right clog pretty bad, while the left one still looks pristine. I wonder what this says about my gait or posturing. Hopefully good things.

By the day I am growing more excited about my camping trip up north. Looks like the weather there should peak in the mid 70s which will be just perfect for hiking. Our camping spot will be a short shot from three state parks, gorgeous Lake Superior, and hopefully a bit of wildlife as well. I also hope to make it up all the way to Grand Marais, see the town, and maybe stop in at the Angry Trout Cafe for the freshest of fishes. Oh, one can only dream, I suppose.

Now, I have more than once used this forum to talk about how much I love fish, and my move up here to Minnesota has made my love grow stronger (the exact opposite of distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I am not sure if the saying extrapalates to human fish relations). Unfortunately, I don't have any good fishing stories, yet, but I do have a good one about a certain Walleye sandwich I had a couple weeks ago.

Set the scene in a beautiful garden bar on a calm evening. You can't even feel the air, and the only sensation you've got is the cool condensation on your hand from a $2.50 PBR tall boy. There is a pesky bee bothering you, too. And actually, there is another sensation beyond that. Think fish. Yes, how about the best grilled walleye sandwich you've ever had swimming and dancing on your tongue. For some odd reason, your friend finishes his sandwich prematurely and leaves some extra on his plate. Well, what do you do? You go for it, right? But guess who beats you to the punch? Yes, indeed, it's Mr. Bee. Before I could act, our bee friend dove right into the plate, broke off a giant piece of the walleye, and clumsily flew away. And you know what? Two minutes later he returned and broke off another huge chunk for his friends. This pattern probably lasted about 10 total trips and was just incredible! Bees eating walleye? Just come to the Twin Cities.

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It's a GBV marathon of sorts over here tonight. Pretty good way to do it, and it always leads me to a High Life or two to get into the mood appropriately. A lot of what I am listening to is the suitcase, too, which means silly titles like "Taco, Buffalo, Birddog and Jesus"

One of the things that I was trying to do while listening to GBV this evening was my overdue hospital dictations. Basically the premise is that I have to dictate the clinical course for all the kids I see in clinic or take care of in the hospital. This is something at which I am terribly attrocious. I feel for the transcriptionist who has to deal with my pauses, my actually I meants, and the incoherent mutterings coming out of my mouth itself. I'll just chalk it up to something that I will have to get better at in time.

It might be silly if some of the GBV lyrics showed up in the actual dictations, with the transcription mistakenly hearing the music through the phone reciever. I can imagine the pediatrician receiving the dictation letter exclaiming, "I am glad to hear Johnny is all right, but what is this whole thing about the bitter fish in the crude oil sea?"

And anytime guitar work leaked through, maximum riffage would show up in parentheses.

These DVR'd cooking shows easily provide my full dose of entertainment for the evening. Ina made tequila lime chicken with a baked corn dish and key lime pie, and Giada added her bean soup with Italian corn bread. Now, you're probably saying to yourself "Italian corn bread???" Well if you hold your horses I'll tell you that she added sun-dried tomatoes to the mixture. That makes it Italian. Steven did great Texas and Oklahoma bbq, and I made a frozen pizza. Veggie Supreme.

I got just enough baseball in tonight as well. A couple innings of Twins/Tigers, a couple innings of Sox/Angels. The NL is in troubbble. I miss Harold Reynolds.

Lastly, I am about a week and a half from a camping trip up to the North Shore of Minnesota. The North Shore refers to Minnesota's Lake Superior Shore and is lined with state parks, small towns, and great hiking. I am pretty excited and luckily was able to squeeze a reservation for one of the last available camping spots left up there for the weekend. I anticipate scenic drives, scenic hikes, loads of stars, and lots of good food around the campfire.

(maximum riffage)

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First I need to make an important correction to my previous post. There is no "America Beard Team", but rather the team is called "Beard Team USA". Phil Olsen is the founder of the team, and maintains The Beard Team USA Blog to update their efforts to all interested. You will notice that there is no entry for the competition in Saint Paul, which surely must be a whale of an embarrassment for the entire team from coast to coast.

I made the mistake of taking a look at the Lollapalooza website today. It looks ridiculously good and made me more jealous than ever. Here is a mock shedule of what I might have seen if I could have gone. Note: This is totally outrageous.

Friday
2:30-3:30 Eels*
3:30-4:30 Stars*
4:30-5:30 Ryan Adams*
5:30-6:30 Iron & Wine*
6:30-7:30 The Raconteurs*
7:30-8:30 Sleater Kinney*
8:30-10:00 DCFC

Saturday
12:00-12:30 Rainer Maria*
12:30-1:30 Nada Surf*
1:30-2:30 The Go! Team*
2:30-3:30 Built to Spill
3:30-4:30 Calexico*
4:30-5:30 Gnarls Barkley*
6:30-7:30 The Flaming Lips
7:30-8:30 The New Pornographers
8:30-10:00 Kanye West*

Sunday
Not totally stoked about the early schedule, so might rest up in the am
3:30-4:30 Andrew Bird
4:30-5:30 Shins
5:30-6:00 Of Montreal*
6:30-7:30 Wilco
7:30-8:15 Broken Social Scene
8:15-9:45 RHCP

*=artists not previously seen live

I cannot even fathom how good that must be. Right now as I am writing the palpable energy must be building for Kanye. Oh my goodness this is hard to handle. Here is a text message exchange that just occured.

gurs: golddigger!
turducken: Mayhem right now
turducken: Racounters and flips best ro far

I am too jealous for words.

My call schedule has limited me a bit in some of the concerts I have been able to see here in the twin cities. Call nights have blocked me out of Jens Lekman and Wolf Parade recently and I missed out on the Raconteurs because they sold out. I did catch the Futureheads last week who annihilated me in the best way possible. Very powerful yet friendly group. I met an entemologist at the show and that was a first for me as well.

The Decemberists and Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah are two upcoming shows that should be pretty good, but what I am most excited for is seeing the Flaming Lips, Sonic Youth, and Magic Numbers together while eating cheese curds at the Minnesota State Fair. 4 for 1 Minnesota Special.

I am currently reading from Baseball Prosepectus' "Baseball Between the Numbers". Hopefully I can read a chapter tonight, and the chapter is appropriately titled "Is David Ortiz a Clutch Hitter?" Now, I know that a lot of people don't belive clutch-hitting exists, but Big Papi has to be an exception. In his brief interview after hitting the 3-run walkoff against the Tribe last Sunday he was asked how he does it time and tiem again. Big Papi responded, "Concentration." You gotta love him.

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There are at least three things that we as Americans know to be certainties.
1. Death
2. Taxes
3. RedHotHalos is the best damn thing out there.

RedHotHalos has become so good, it blows my mind. It's the purest form of blog.

I am currently in a quiet spot of a call night in the hospital. I am sitting on a bed in a room about 6x8 feet. I have a small lamp on, a computer on a cart in front of me (for entering orders at night) and a telephone. The nice thing about being in this room is that I can take my socks off and let my feet air out, something that is more difficult to do at the 5a nurses station.

This next item relates to both nurses and feet. One of the nurses this evening asked me what to do about her new foot problem. "I know this is like totally gross and you are going to totally think this is so gross, but my toenail kind of fell off and its kinda green underneath and smells really bad." She must not be a Vikings fan, because anyone who watches sports on television would know what to do about this seemingly very common problem. I am more amazed that I am placed in a situation where someone I am working with thinks its ok to say these things.

Drivel like this is important to me because I am not that good at following the news. I have started to get most to all of my news from the Daily Show, Colbert Report, and occasionally NPR in the morning. I occasionally read Internet headlines as well. I do understand that this is a very dangerous filter for receiving news, but at the same time it is the most entertaining.

My new DVR option from Comcast allows me to digitally record these shows daily. So along with the Daily Show and Colbert Report, I also record PTI daily and then a variety of cooking shows including Barbecue University, Barefoot Contessa, Everyday Italian, 30 Minute Meals, and Simply Ming.

Barbecue University is by far my favorite of the cooking shows. The way that it finds the simple goodness in foods is what appeals to me. It hurts to know how limited my grill equipment is (I am limited to essentially one mini Webber gas grill), but super fun to discover the lifetime of opportunities that await in grilling paradise.

I want to tell a fun story now. I have a friend in my residency program here who is Sikh. Basically what that means is that he is an Indian who wears a turban and through his entire life has never cut a hair on his body. He is also by law allowed to carry a concealed sword if he likes, but I am too afraid to ask is he does or doesn't do that. Well, this weekend he and his wife attended a Saint Paul Saints game, and the promotion of the day happened to be an all-stadium beard contest. And not only did he become one of the on-field finalists, but he also beat out several members of a certain America Beard Team (not a joke), in winning the competition by crowd applause. Selected as the best beard out of 10,000 people, he raked in $50 of Saints gift certificates. Pretty good. Even better was that he was solicited by the America Beard Team to join their ranks. Making the worst decision in his life, he politely declined, and simply took one of their business cards for future reference. Now, I am not telling anyone what to do, but if I was asked to join any sort of America team, I would do it in a heartbeat. These things are best done wearing a red, white and blue bandana.

I am not sure if the America Beard Team is indigenous to Minnesota, or they just traveled here for the beard competition during the minor league baseball game. Quite frankly, neither would surprise me.

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If everyone I knew lived in St. Paul it would become one of the best places in America. The pace is right, the attitudes are right, the lakes are gorgeous, and most importantly it is very easy to commute and park everywhere. Unfortunately everyone that I know isn't here and often times I have to refer to my default evening. My default evening is self-entertainment. This is a new useful skill that I've had to develop, and while I am still growing my wings, often involves phone consultations to numerous out of town consultants (i.e. What should I eat for dinner? What do you think would be fun for me to do tonight?).

Tonight was a perfect example. I called one St. Paul friend for dinner and when he didn't respond (I later found out that he was on the treadmill), I knew that I would be responsible for putting my own plan into action. I took a trip to the central library, checked out some books, ate dinner at Chipotle, and then read for a bit outside at a coffee shop. It was all very nice. Pastoral, even, although I am not sure that description makes sense. I can say that it felt pastoral, though. One thing that I've learned is that no one can tell you that the way you feel is wrong. Anyway, while often times my evenings still feel odd, this type of scenario is exactly how I envisioned my life would be here. I think it will just take me a little time to get used to my new coat.

President Bush's current trip to Chicago to help support Illinois GOP governor candidate Judy Baar Topinka got me to think about the party lines of my own congressional district from Pennsylvania. Most recently the vote has been very Republican, and our U.S. Congressional representative from the 4th district of Pennsylvania, Melissa Hart, is about as Republican as you can get. She was responsible for drafting a bill that says if you commit a crime against a pregnant woman you should be charged with two crimes against two victims. I will let you draw your own conclusions. She votes along Bush lines 98% of the time, and is one of the possible candidates for the likely open Senatorial spot that Arlen Specter will probably leave behind in 2010. Her opposition in the 4th in 2006 is going to be Jason Altmire. His thing is health care reform and he was a WR on Florida State's 1989 Sugar Bowl championship team. He's got great pictures of his family on his website, too. That is all you need to know.

Lastly, I want to wish a very happy 30th birthday to Bean. Goals turned 18 a few days ago, too. She even got to go to P.F. Chang's with her friends on the waterfront. That's all pretty cool. She didn't order the lettuce wraps, though. I am not sure what is up with that.

Posted by gurs at 11:25 PM | | Permalink

New things in my life since I last wrote:

Cable with DVR
Historic Grand Avenue
Lakes
Mazda 3i Touring
Minneapolis
Minnesota
Pager
Residency
Saint Paul
Scab on Ankle
Upper Youghigheny
Wedding
Wifi Stolen from Brueggers Bagel Bakery

Other than that, it's been a little tough adjusting back to early mornings. Outside of knowing few people here, St. Paul is an ideal location. I hope to once again use this forum freely, but we shall see.

Lastly, chestnut stain is a bit more cherry than you'd think. That's why He invented second coats.

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Clients #4 and #5, as I like to call them, are coming to view the apartment at 5:30 pm and 6:00 pm this evening. Others call them Matt and Sean. I like to keep the potential lessees as impersonal as possible. That way I don’t get too attached.

A week ago, I had secretly prophesized that I would only need three clients to view the apartment before it rented. I shared this secret with less than ten people. The prophecy did not come true, and I think this is because I wasn't able to keep it a secret. The new prophecy is that it will take five people to see the apartment before it rents. And the unchosen ones...

Clients #1: Couple soon to be graduating from University of Chicago. They wanted to live together, and I was superficially concerned that they were rushing into it. Unlike the prophecy, I keep this a secret. They decided on another apartment in the neighborhood and I thought they were dorks.

Client #2: Nice young woman soon to be graduating from Northwestern with a history major. Her big problem was that she would not let me haze her. I told her that she could perform a skit, and that if I didn’t like it she would have to give me a lap dance. The skit that she chose was walking around the apartment pretending to be interested and leaving saying that she would be in touch with me. Turns out she might just want an apartment lease that starts in September.

Alberto: Alberto gets a name because I like to say his name. Alberto. Alberto, a short talkative man-child, arrived at noon on Sunday, carrying fresh the scent of beer and cigarettes. Alberto loved the apartment, especially the water pressure. Within minutes of meeting him, Alberto mentioned a traumatic experience he once had at a bowling alley. He was also proud being awake since 9 am. Alberto talked about renting the apartment after clearing it with his girlfriend. As of 2 days ago, Alberto still has “two things” he needs to check on before he can accept the apartment.

I have attacked with a fresh ad. You might notice that Nemo’s testimonial from the previous entry's comments section was not added. This is because it is unclear from his testimonial whether or not pumpkin guts are engrained into the hardwood.

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