Chick Chicken and Chicago

April 16th, 2009 → 2 Comments


Greetings from the International House Dorm at the University of Chicago. I’m the artist-in-residence at the University all week. So far I’ve done such official things as use the campus wifi to watch the season finale of Rock of Love 3 on my laptop. I’ve also been watching MSNBC and cannot understand why the GOP insists on feeding the comedy gods by naming their protests “Teabagging Parties.” I’ve also hung out with my friends and their new baby. And above, you’ll see how I met this guy who apparently ran for President in 1984.


Something is up with my camera. It’s shooting everything as a half-assed Ralph Ellison literary metaphor. Here, Jesse Jackson becomes a black blur. Tell me if you think my photos look more blurry than usual. And does this mean that I finally have to give up my seven year old camera for something new?


It’s cold out. Yet again, I’ve packed wrong for the weather. I’m in the boonies of Chicago.. ie “Hyde Park” in the Southside of Chicago. These are Barack and Michelle’s old stomping grounds. Sasha and Malia’s old school is next door to the International House.


The Hyde Park Walgreens, shows that even their history-making hometown hero is not above being marked down on clearance.


I do have to give a talk tomorrow and will be doing a show on Friday. I decided last Sunday that I’d totally veg out at the nearby Science and Technology Museum. That place is quite the scene. Photo opps every ten seconds. Souvenir machines at every exhibit. It was like Disneyland with content. And people eat it up. I wish I could charge my audiences every 10 feet for some memorialization of my show.


One of the most fascinating parts of the museum was watching chicks hatching live. I’d never seen it before. But it’s really profound to see a chick be born. When they finally break out of their eggs, they are wet and dirty, exhausted and hang out of their shell, barely moving but breathing, half hanging out of their shells, slowly slumping out for air. And yet, that’s just the beginning of what life has in store for them.


They reminded me of what I look like after I mail a grant to the airport just under the deadline.


Then they get cute once they dry off. Then they get eaten.


Space cadet.


Gave a talk at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago today. My friend Roberto had me in his class. The tuition there is insane. 35k a year to make art, listen to Kristina Wong speak about her work, and get a Mother Freaking Artist (MFA) degree!


This is Baby Minara who for some reason has Rod Blagojovich’s hair. “Minara” is both a Japanese and Cambodian word that means “Kristina’s womb ticker.”

I’ve got to go to bed. Unlike Los Angeles where the days are fast, I am feeling the days more here and getting more work done. My friend and I are shooting a short film. We will be up early in the morning to shoot some more, and then I give a lecture here… and pull my weight!

Category: marriage grown up crap, road wong

2 Responses to “Chick Chicken and Chicago”

  1. Wes says:

    What are you doing at our alma mater? Visiting our old International Houses? And our old Walgreenses?? And hanging out with our old Jesse Jacksonses? (Okay, he’s not ours, but he is old.)

  2. janevalenz says:

    Kristina!

    Do not give in to that ticking sound emanating from your womb. I have no idea what it sounds like, but I imagine instead of the metallic clicking of gears and springs, it’s more like a muscular palpitation like a heartbeat.

    I’m glad you’re still kicking ass and fighting the good fight (and fraternizing students as a guest in residence).

    -V.

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