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Myrna Minx
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Journey to the End of the Night Chicago by Myrna Minx

April 23rd, 2008 10:00 PM / Location: 41.889579,-87.64873

INSTRUCTIONS: A pursuit across Chicagø in 6 parts, staged on the night of April 19th, 2008.

The city spreads out before you. Rushing from point to point, lit by the slow strobe of fluorescent buses and dark streets. Stumbling into situations for a stranger's signature. Fleeing unknown pursuers, breathing hard, admiring the landscape and the multitude of worlds hidden in it.

For one night, drop your relations, your work and leisure activities, and all your usual motives for movement and action, and let yourself be drawn by the attractions of the chase and the encounters you find there.

If you participated in Journey Chicagø - as a player, chaser, or volunteer - please post your adventure here. We encourage you to be detailed and thorough. If you have photographs, please post them. If you don't, consider making a comic. Describe your chases, the people you met, what you thought of the route, the checkpoints, and the city in general. Feel free to make opulent references to Debord, de Certeau, Céline, Psychogeography, Social Plastik, subversive play, Reclaim the Streets, and the aesthetics of failure.

Dax Tran-Caffee

I made the remark a few times over the weekend that I'm in Chicago so often they'll probably start charging me taxes. And yet this most recent visit was infused with so much randomness, chance, and serendipity, so many truly enjoyable new people, and so many unorthodox new places that my appreciation for the Windy City has been completely recharged. I meant to leave on Sunday, but I was having so much fun...

The Send-off

Before hitting the road, I had to stop by la maison de whoisjunk for some official business. I cannot imagine a better way to be sent off; he put a cup of coffee in my hand as I stepped in the door. Then he gave me a slice of key lime pie that was made in heaven (by whoisjunk). Then his lovely lady friend gave me several large canvases ready for paint, and two styrofoam wig heads! Two! I picked up Calyx, and we headed for breakfast. 297 miles lie between St. Louis and Chicago. They flew.

The Journey

We arrived at Kristin Gish's and met Steve Rules. I had just enough time to change and give my best friend a kiss. They had to dash to Wicker Park and I to Checkpoint 2: Tea Party at the Underpass. Yas, EV, and Josephine were great company.

The Tea Party:

The view over our shoulders:

We four superbly-dressed young ladies were waiting under the scenic 90/94 underpass to offer the fatigued runners refreshing cucumber sandwiches, cupcakes and hot tea. And their excitement was infectious. Downtime- when no runners were present- was also fun, as we garnered confused stares and bewildered questions from everyone who passed on bike or by car... It was here that I also had the night's first encounter with the police. They rolled past, staring, and looped back around to interrogate. I walked up to the car and- this is very important- didn't let them ask any questions.

"Hi! We're playing a game tonight, sort of a foot race. This is a checkpoint, so many people are going to come through here, but only briefly. However, we four will be here for the next 2 hours. We hope this is okay (question mark, smile)" They were sort of amused, but i couldn't tell if it was by our clothing, our tea party, or the fact that 150 young people were having good, wholesome fun on a Saturday night in Chicago. They laughed and explained that they had gotten a call.

"Someone reported Bizarre Activity here, so we had to check it out. They said there were people dressed as Pilgrims having tea on a blanket under the highway." I jumped up and down laughing, and said, "Yeah, that sounds about right." I offered them a cupcake and we didn't see any more police at Checkpoint 2.

After playing "base" for many excitable and sweaty young runners, we headed to the finish line to watch the runners and chasers roll in. I heard battle stories. I met more people! And I took pictures.

The dreaded Beetle Bomb:

yes, I took one too. I mean, look at them. Sean and Laura:

Calyx with Antlers:


Zer0gee and Dax present the trophy:

And here we are:
The Aftermath

Gremlin graciously turned her birthday party into a JTTEOTN after-party. There is something to be said for the type of people that SF0 attracts, as many of us were there meeting for the first time, and yet conversation flowed easily and laughter could be heard all night. Team FOEcakes are great hosts, it turns out.

At the party, Calyx suspects the tower thief is present, and keeps trying to obtain a warrant. He finally got a picture of it on his phone and shows it to me, saying "We have to arrest this person, who is it?" As if on cue, the door opens. In walks Zemaluco, and I say, "Who, that guy??" When Calyx presented the warrant, the wily thief presented to him a Queen of Spades from an otherwise full deck, with the promise of meeting for a face-off the next day. Calyx had to accept, because of the general complacency of the waning party attendees. Little did they know, he had the tower on him at that moment...

In the morning, Kristin and Steve made us scrambled eggs, sausage, blackberry pancakes, and grilled cheese sandwiches!  Finally, Calyx and I headed to the park to enjoy the spring weather when we heard from the tower thief. We quickly amended our day's plans and met the wily villain for a game of cards on Lake Michigan, an event we began referring to as "the party at the end of the St. Lawrence Seaway." The match was intense and unending! As the sun set, we were forced to drink whiskey in The Irish Oak. The game went on, and we even gained spectators. They actually thought we were playing for a dubiously-acquired cattle ranch in northern California and watched our faces eagerly, like we were reality television. We were putting on quite a show, as the stakes were high...

Finally the match was won. Calyx had beaten the tower thief and now he agreed to go quietly. But it was a little too late to head back to St. Louis... so we met Inky, Beetle Bomb, and Mean Jeannine for tacos and played more games:

like the old favorite, Guess Inky's Sign!

Guess Which is Bigger! (note the picture on the wall, pure coincidence)

and Chess!

Later, there was an Oatmeal Creme Pie on my windshield. Ink Tea, do you know anything about this? (we ate it)

I secured last-minute accommodations for Calyx, Sutro stealer Zema, and me with an old buddy.  Joseph Charles St. Martin provided a fold-out couch-bed, a bottle of wine, and a Czechoslovakian New Wave movie called "Daisies." All this at 3:30 am. And our host stayed up and watched the whole thing as I nodded off. Before we left, I gave him one of my Styrofoam wig heads in thanks. He really appreciated it.

Finally, after more tacos, some shopping, and bean-gawking, it was time to get the wily thief back to St.Louis for questioning.

Just outside Chicago:

in McLean, IL:

But this is the last place the tower was seen!

The slithery Sutro stealer made up some sad, sappy story about how he wanted the tower and the Arch to meet. But as we were introducing the landmarks to eachother, the thief absconded! He escaped! He left no trail, seemingly vanishing in mid air. We were so close... perhaps there will be more Sutro sightings as the thief undoubtedly flees the Midwest. But for now I regret to inform you that we were so close... but Sutro and the thief are still at large.

- smaller

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posted by Ink Tea on April 24th, 2008 4:51 AM

Oatmeal creme pies are not vegan, I'm pretty sure. That'd be a pretty good initial test of Did Inky Do It?

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posted by Ink Tea on April 24th, 2008 6:39 AM

Creme Pie Pinup

(It was my idea, though.)

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posted by kristin gish on April 24th, 2008 3:39 PM

this is nothing less than satisfying
keep up the good work foochang

also on an unrelated note do you remember 'farewell my sweet paramania'


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posted by Dax Tran-Caffee on April 24th, 2008 6:35 PM

Arrgghh! The Tower escapes again! And you had even beat the thief in a game of cards for a Northern California Ranch!

That wily Zemaluco. Everyone be on your guard - he could turn up http://">anywhere!

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posted by Ink Tea on April 24th, 2008 8:41 PM

I don't understand all the plusses and minuses with the comments! I think I just flagged your comment? Apologies! +1

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posted by meredithian on April 25th, 2008 7:20 AM

It was great that you came for JTTEOTN! I was very pleased to meet the trespassing master. Also, very exciting to hear about your other adventures while in Chicago. If you're here that much, and ultimately not *that* far away, perhaps we can arrange some collaborative bi-local or weekend tasking with some fellow cake foes. How do you feel about... cakes?

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posted by Myrna Minx on April 25th, 2008 1:21 PM


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posted by Julian Muffinbot on April 25th, 2008 2:45 PM

i would like to state for the record that not all members of team FOEcakes prefer to destroy cakes by devouring them. some would prefer to destroy cakes by other methods. Team FOEcakes does not place limits on the ways in which one is a foe to all cakes. devouring is only the most common type of cake destruction.

(yay summer tasking!)

(... omg, i'll have so much FREE TIME during the off season!)

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posted by Yas on April 25th, 2008 12:02 PM

greetings to my fellow tea-partyer! *yoinks picture fo skyline to use for herself because it rocks*

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posted by Lank on April 30th, 2008 7:35 PM

Vote for oatmeal creme pies and the devouring thereof.