Saturday’s weather vacillated from 75 humid degrees down to 40 windy, rainy degrees. But the day before featured pristine 80-degree temperatures – appropriate for an unofficial first Friday of spring, or summer.
A few items, mundane or otherwise, before a sequence of recent photos:
-Ever talked with a police officer for more than a few minutes? Voluntarily, that is? For a recent seminar assignment, everyone interviewed a Chicago police officer and then formulated a monologue from the encounter. Most everyone had a different experience. One of my roommates ended up in the back of a squad car on the West Side, taken home by officers who maintained a white kid like him wasn’t safe in the area. Two girls spoke with police who were blatantly racist. Some spoke with police who yearned to be “regular people” and not defined by the badge. Others fell in between, as you’d expect with any population of people. The monologues made for an intense class, though we didn’t have time to flesh out all the issues in a conversation. Personally, I had considerable trouble actually lining up my interview, as a couple networking attempts and random approaches each failed. I ended up attending a CAPS meeting in Humboldt Park and interviewing a sergeant afterward. A much more dynamic CAPS (community policing) meeting than our first experience in Logan Square (in an initial post), and an engaging discussion, as I learned about policing techniques and nuances of gang dynamics around Humboldt Park (the actual park). “My officer” certainly exhibited some tendency to view criminals as the other, with a need to be locked up, but also seemed to care about root causes and the neighborhood itself. Ask everyone in our class about this assignment and you’ll get 12 different answers.
-It’s tough to keep up with cooking. True. I’m not used to cooking any meals for myself at school, except for pouring the occasional bowl of cereal. Here I have to buy groceries at appropriate intervals to keep fully stocked and provide for my own balanced diet. Now as we reach the end of the semester I’m especially cautious with my perishables. Maybe none of the readers care that much about my cooking, or this is all obvious, but it should remind us that one of the prime lessons of urban studies comes from personal experience in the city. Like the residents we “study” or meet with, we live in Chicago. As I contemplated moving out of this apartment for the summer (thankfully able to stay because ACM provides housing for students who want to say), I understood much more the awful experience of housing displacement. And I’ve only been here three months. Imagine being forced out after years, or decades. I also understand the importance of having fresh produce in your neighborhood. Some neighborhoods, mostly on the West or South Sides, suffer as “food deserts” without quality fresh food in the area. My own short walk, in a few directions, pales in comparison.
-In this program, we learn Chicago, which makes us realize how much more there’s still to learn about Chicago. Though there’s a cliche embedded somewhere within that previous sentence, ignore it and accept the premise. Again and again this semester I recognize my desire to have control. I want to understand and know all of Chicago, just so I can have a handle on all of it. Just so nothing’s unfamiliar, or so that I really have the “full picture” of Chicago. Yet every time I go to a neighborhood, I realize that I can’t consume the neighborhood like that. I can’t consider that one time emblematic, take it is as my experience, and chalk up another piece of the city learned. If I had to leave in a few weeks, at the end of this program, I’d have real trouble. Here’s what I think I’ve learned – know your neighborhood first. If I spent too much time trying to hit every Chicago site, touristy or otherwise, I’ll miss the experience of being in a city, because I’ll miss the dense city life happening just outside, or walking by as I hustle to the train. Even in Logan Square there are far too many restaurants, even cheap restaurants, to ever try.
Lincoln Park, the large lakefront park on the North Side, to downtown: 
Again, looking south to downtown from Lincoln Park area. (I, like many other people, seem to always take photos of large monuments. In the Midwest, I don’t have any mountains or thrilling open skyscapes to photograph. So that’s why we’re fascinated with all these different angles of the same buildings.) 
A huge gorilla at the Lincoln Park Zoo (which is free). If you haven’t been to a zoo lately, and I hadn’t, go to restore your sense of childlike wonder at how cool animals are!

A real roaring lion: 
Navy Pier on a rainy day, for free Ben and Jerry’s scoops. Reminded me of an upscale, pier version of the Mall of America. Decide for yourself whether that’s good or bad. 
After tie-dye craft day in precept: 
A group of us at the Northerly Island beach, a more secluded park east of the South Loop. 
From Northerly Island: 
Happy ACMers crammed into an elevator, as usual. 
Critical Mass, a monthly bike ride for the sake of biking. Held on the last Friday of every month. In Chicago, the police help out with traffic control because the group can reach more than a thousand. They’re generally peaceful, and held all over the world. 












































