As for the looting. I'm less concerned about plundering of bougie high end merchandise than the general level of chaos and the way things like this are used to put down Chicago as this crazy crime-addled shithole (which it in no way is, even the rougher more dangerous, under-resourced parts of the city.) Gangs & drug trade are a problem, but I feel safer in Chicago when it comes to random crimes, like someone mugging you in the Walmart parking lot or breaking into your house. Also that people are looking out for each other, ie wearing masks and conducting themselves appropriately in public, which may be the result of being such a tightly constructed community. When the quarantine hit, one of the first things that happened was someone organized a mailing list/discussion board in my apartment building to keep people informed, publicize rent assistance, help elderly people get what they needed. There are neighbors I've lived amongst for two decades and never spoken to. Also an endless train of Loyola-ans who stay for 1-2 years and bounce. Some families in the bigger units. The key to living close enough to people to hear them through the wall is to not really know them (as apposed to the burbs where I would feel like people would be up in my business. ) The woman across the hall has lived here as long as I have. We smile and nod and sat hello on our rare encounters. I feel like there is a general feeling we are in this together, but separately in our own little introvert bubbles and this is good. The couple neighbors I have talked to are the more extroverted ones I've encountered frequently on the bus, but they all live higher in the building.
As for the storm, I figured I was safe enough herding the cats into the bedroom with the option to dive into my closet, the most interior space, if things got crazy. I'm on a lower floor in he L-shaped crook of a solid brick building the back of which took all the wind, so on the rare occasions of storms like this, feel pretty safe. .Usually, I've been in the library or the studio when storms like this hit and the most terrifying years ago found me in the with giant 9th Floor windows that were shaking in their frames and no way to easily get downstairs. I would have to choose between the elevator or stairwells with giant skylights--yikes! I wound up hiding in the bathroom across the hall, whose windows were at least sheltered by the courtyard.. It did get really dark and the wind was giving quite a lashing to the one tree I can see from that window, and it was raining sideways at one point, paper and trash flying through the air, but nothing alarmingly large or heavy. I though maybe I felt my ears pop, and this may have been evidence of the suspected funnel a few blocks away. Today, so many trees and limbs down in the cross streets and in the park along LSD. I think it might have messed up construction sites and knocked out some power, but the trees took the brunt of it.
Despite the turmoil, both civil and natural, today, the good announcement that Biden chose Harris as his running mate, which actually makes the ticket more appealing (not like I wouldn't vote for a trashcan to replace the current administration, but it's good to be excited about who you're voting for.) I think she might be centrist enough to possibly one day be the first woman president, and I would be behind this in a second.Also, an exacting, presidential polish (and an ability to eat Pence alive in the debates, which I am going to love.)
As for me, most of my time this weekend has been working on dgp titles and shipping copies to get ready for some new releases. Also napping. Also writing (the tabloid poems are proving to be glorious fun.) Also planning for more poem videos and putting finishing touches on the galleys for the poets zodiac. Also planning ARTIVISM 2020 exhibits & programming in a weird space where we're not quite sure what will be happening on campus. Much is afoot, but I do feel that while the spring broke me a little, was breaking me, even before quarantine, but what has come back is more tenable and intentional. Maybe rebuilt more carefully with awareness of limits and boundaries, or at least I hope so.
