My wife has agreed to watch Alien with me for the first time ever. As I explained to her, “It’s one of my favorite films of all time. It’s not the greatest film of all time, but it brings exactly what it promises.”
A Google search revealed an array of spam sites (I think that’s the term) that grabbed and posted my Gapers Block Portage Theater article to their grubby little domains. I’m annoyed, but short of tracking down each and every instance and e-mailing a nasty letter to the spambot in charge, I’m not sure what I can do about it.
At least there’s the amusement value of the poor and inexplicable translation on one particular page. Inexplicable because it seems like my piece was translated into another languageâ€”perhaps Martianâ€”and then retranslated into English. Some samples:
You can never ideally record a buildingâ€™s story in an letter or article. You can attend in it, live in it, or representation it, nonetheless a building itself canâ€™t be presented in difference alone. When itâ€™s gone; when itâ€™s demolished or nude of participation and purpose, a story is over.
Last September, 45th Ward Alderman John Arena was visited by members of a Chicago Tabernacle Church, who asked for his support in posterior a squeeze and acclimatisation of a ancestral theater.
Mr. Lindley Phelps Rowe was a ideally excellent designer hexed of a splendidly primitive name.
Per a Sep 1920 emanate of Engineering World: A Journal of Engineering and Construction, a museum retard was finished during 4042-60 Milwaukee Ave.
To their credit, MRâ€™s changes postulated a Portageâ€™s lifespan, given many bondage were using for a suburbs and selling malls. Theyâ€™re also obliged for branch a former Studebaker Theater into a Fine Arts in a â€™80s, changing it from porn residence to art house.
While a Portageâ€™s bequest as a china shade residence canâ€™t be exaggerated, notwithstanding some reports, itâ€™s critical to discuss that a box for refuge extends over ensuring a cinephiles can continue to suffer their celluloid fantasies in correct and plush context.
More seriously, holding out my hotel Bible, we looked adult a sold section thatâ€™s always stranded with me. In section 9 of a book of Luke, before revelation his apostles to go onward and to evangelise a Word. Jesus pronounced (among other odder admonitions not to container an additional shirt or move walking-around money):
Luke 9:5 â€œIf people do not acquire you, leave their city and shake a dirt off your feet as a testimony opposite them.â€
Still welcomed to a village by a theaterâ€™s many supporters, one has to consternation because a church nonetheless wishes to disquiet a chronological dirt of a Portage Theater Building.
Truer words were never written.
More shots from the Chicago Man of Steel film set.
I don’t think I’ve adequately described the viney nightmare in our backyard. Back in 2006, I raised a 120 pound pumpkin. ThisÂ year I have five of what look like 100-pounders or more. Didn’t do much more than plant the seeds, spread a little compost, and walk away. But that’s all that pumpkins really need. I tried to clip a few of the vines and bury the ends in the ground, but more and more kept springing forth, like the proverbial hydra. On Saturday my photographer friend Kathy is stopping by with a real camera to commemorate the madness. I’m looking forward to it.
By the way, this vine managed to vault over a lilac bush and latch onto the bird feeder. What? How? Why? It is known but to God.