Clark Street loves its alma maters:





We, uh, had some "re-structuring."



All of sudden Clark & Roscoe is a nice hot spot for movie-makers.

A giant light scaffold is held steady by cables...

... that stretch over Clark...

... and are attached to a crane about a block and a half away.


The defunct and increasingly creepy looking Improv Kitchen has a flier on the door for a casting call for Hell's Kitchen. They're already there, Chef Ramsay. They're already there.


This photo recently was taped on the inside window of the Ghost Improv Kitchen.


Twisted Spoke is gone. Long live "Brodys!" (and good luck!)

Busted!

So, I had fully planned to update with some hilarious and snarky pics/comments on the Clark Street cuckooness, but when I got home I found my 70 year old neighbor on the phone with 911. Someone had busted a window in the hallway of our apartment building. My neighbor, upon hearing the loud noise, went into the hallway to see a man sticking his head in.

Neighbor: Who are you?

Intruder: I'm John.

Neighbor: Get the fuck out of here!

so he did.


The cops came and a nice Latino officer came to our door. My neighbor is a 70 year old cranky white man. The conversation went like this:

Officer: Can you describe him?

Neighbor: I only saw his head.

Officer: Well, was he white? Black?

Neighbor: White.

Officer: Really? Huh.

Neighbor: Well, lighter than you, but darker than me.

Officer: Latino?

Neighbor: No. He didn't have an accent.

The officer left to search the area.

10 minutes later, an additional squad car arrived with a suspect in the back.

This big dummy, drunk off his ass, was going to several windows (third floors, ground floors and in between) and strongly knocking on them. He was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless shirt. He said that he was just trying to find his way home. There were several contradictions however- he had no bag (a burglar needs tools and/or something to take away swag with) BUT, he also had no ID.

Anyhow. Nothing taken. Glass all over the floor that I dont' have to clean. BUT, now I'm super paranoid.. I have a deck and lots of windows. I have a cheap ass lock on an even cheaper door. Now it all has to be changed.

There'll be an update later this week. I'm going to sleep. It's 2:30am.

Hope Floats down Clark Street.


Creepy red eyes stare down on Clark.


Gotham City Towing is tough.


$250 Fine. But for What?!


I got excited when I saw a host of trucks near Roscoe; I thought it was a large turnout to fix that pot hole. Nope. They were laying new track (which kinda sounds dirty.)


Smoke enough "Reef" and you would get Red Eyes.



The iO (ImprovOlympic) finally gives up and changes to Cubbie Blue.



New hole on Clark. This was purposefully made.


Down Clark, over in Old Town.
("When you're slapped you'll take it and you'll like it.")


Still in Olde Towne on Clark. This bus shelter was completely infested with large spiders of various kinds.
And here is their king:



The severe weather called for some on-site visits from Belfor.

Man, I wish I was at this party.


Heh heh. Meat skewers.
I am 12.


One of those giant hipster bikes.


I stood on this corner for 20 minutes trying to get a damn picture of those damn jets.


This pavement is defective. A precursor to the Shel Silverstein poem.


Giant, lost heel.


The t-shirt on a stick vendors.

From Clark Street's "alternative" cousin, Broadway:

"Buffalo Bill's" arts & crafts project.
("Was she a great big fat girl?")

Can you see the spiderwebs on this bike?


This church welcomes diversity and opens its arms to orcs and hobbits.


The Clark n Roscoe sinkhole grows and claims its first victim.


This sale will soon celebrate it's one year ending anniversary.


Salsa splattered Sun-Times Street Sale Box... (alliteration is hard... couldn't find a "s" for the box word.)

Parking lot party leftovers.


Official parking permit.

Wanted: Pics of Bradgelina

According to the website reports, many of you have stumbled upon this site by Googling "wanted", "Angelina Jolie", and/or "Chicago." My apologies. Here are some of what will probably be the last pics of the shoot on Clark Street.


Shooting was back on!


Cranes for big lights await their cue.


Lights in the night sky. These lights were about 100 feet in the air.


Directly below the lights a Chicago cop guards the dangling electrical cables from gawkers. To serve and protect.


The light crane from a distance. Clark Street from School to Sheffield was blocked off to auto traffic. Pedestrians were not allowed to cross Roscoe. This is all about Midnight to 2am, Tuesday morning.


Fake traffic jam. Those are PA driven cars.


The next day.
This Park-Your-Cones business seems to be thriving.


Wind instrument concert.