<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069763532317234961</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2024 00:46:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>chicago</category><title>Diversion Wednesday</title><description>Updated every week or so, Diversion Wednesday gives your host Joseph a day off from writing about book design over at The Book Design Review.</description><link>http://diversionwednesday.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Joseph)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069763532317234961.post-1956086724079881920</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 04:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-22T23:23:23.669-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Wasn&#39;t Looking for Him, But I Found Ray Liotta in Portage Park</title><atom:summary type="text">With Goodfellas 2: Revenge of the Gumod nowhere in sight, Ray Liotta is apparently the new Michael Myers.I can&#39;t, however, explain the pajamas...</atom:summary><link>http://diversionwednesday.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wasnt-looking-for-him-but-i-found-ray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joseph)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTvpjNXbZzt9TxSWM_h8W4OTGqJVQCyt3ko8bmxrxGjkY9aaT937s-_iYkxl7WGgiiSJmcOOJ8DdkbyKE9yKlfXjyEYfYY-VM5Si3lLndgkuRgecPoT0mweE3C2bTtUJX7-3zjTe9bZOe/s72-c/liotta.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069763532317234961.post-2203068504069878814</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 11:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-21T08:18:37.419-05:00</atom:updated><title>Don&#39;t Put Off That Sightseeing Trip to DC</title><atom:summary type="text">Seen outside the Thurgood Marshall ballroom at the Marriott Wardman Park hotel in Washington, DC: Einstein and the Iwo Jima flag raising rendered in delicious chocolate. 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Being a fairly busy person like you, I turn to the Interweb for help. Do I need to say this? Bad idea.I can&#39;t even begin to tell you how bad the user experience is on the USPS site. 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His mom got a call earlier this week, which went something like this: Camp nurse: &quot;Hello, Mrs. Sullivan. Everything&#39;s OK, but there&#39;s been a little mishap, and your son might have broken his finger.&quot;Mom: &quot;Oh no. How did he do it?&quot;Camp nurse: &quot;Playing tetherball.&quot;So I did what any dad would do: I sent him a letter, hoping to cheer him up by informing him that I bought </atom:summary><link>http://diversionwednesday.blogspot.com/2007/07/tetherball-apparently-sort-of-dangerous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joseph)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069763532317234961.post-4821464590006812081</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-17T21:34:50.608-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Fighting Magentas</title><atom:summary type="text">I attended Fordham as an undergrad. The university&#39;s colors are maroon and white. 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It&#39;s a painting on a block of wood that measures about 5 x 5 inches and is attached with a screw to a signpost on Michigan Avenue.I have no idea why it&#39;s there, but I love it and find myself looking at it pretty much every day on my way to lunch or when I walk to the bus stop. 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I don&#39;t go in for the Sox Suck / Cubs Suck thing, feeling damned lucky that I live in a city that has two baseball teams (and about 4 minor league teams within easy driving distance.) 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