The Groundhog’s Day Blizzard of 2011, in Chicago. Mostly in Rogers Park.
Taken this evening, at Loyola Park
Well, I asked Google, and I found this metafilter page, which helpfully has an answer from one of my heroes, Robert Anton Wilson:
Robert Anton Wilson called it “metanoia”: Paranoia = “everything wants to destroy me”; Metanoia = “everything wants to help me”. I’m not sure if he was getting that somehow from John Lilly’s metanoia, RD Laing’s metanoia, the New Testament’s metanoia, or just made it up on his own.
Good enough for me.
It’s been seeming like the city’s been talking to me lately. For instance, there must be an “Ian” that lives (or has lived) in Rogers Park before me, and he’s taken it upon himself to leave little notes stuck all around the city:
There’s another one stuck on a newspaper box right on the corner of Sheridan and Lunt as well. I walk by it practically every day.
Then Tuesday night, I’m having a little bit of supper with some friends between classes, and what do I see as I’m walking out of the restaurant?
So you got my attention, Universe. What’s the message?
I’m pretty much posing this so that I’ll remember to check it out again when it’s time to figure out what to have for dinner.
The Chicago Reader’s list of dining options in Rogers Park.