All pending posts have been sent to the sidelines. The city of Chicago reelsshudders experiences acute disappointment as the city is poundedriled slightly tickled with an inundationheavy blanket dusting of the season's first major snow. Mothers weep and newscasters rail as they battle bravelywithstand stoically try to not look bored as blinding sheetssustained downfalls disassociated flakes combine with gale force windschilly gusts annoying puffs of air to send Loop traffic towards a standstillincreased travel times competitive hydroplaning, leaving the paralyzedcrippled oblivious city a winter wonderlandsilent ghost town sidewalk cocktail of slush and crud, with just a dash of dog urine. (at least I hope it's dog urine.)
. . . writings on architecture have appeared in the Chicago Reader, Metropolis Magazine, the Harvard Design Magazine, and the backs of discarded gum wrappers.
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