2025 03 26
The city at night. Chicago, Illinois. February, 2025. © Clayton Hauck
Recently I was downtown for an event and afterward, I made an effort to wander a bit. The streets were eerily silent. I dipped into Billy Goat for a burger and a beer along with the three or four other humans (more staff than guests) who seemed to be out, for whatever reason, either running away or towards something.
A great idea then struck my brain: I would get a scooter and ride home like the wind. This led me astray in search of one when the big lights in the distance caught my eyes. “Hooter’s,” it said. Not yet having my fill of adventure, and recalling the news of the likely demise of yet another fine American establishment, I stepped in.
“Seat at the bar okay?” I asked the greeter (again, more staff than guests), and she motioned me inward. The wings came soon after and boy did I wonder why the joint wasn’t full of customers enjoying them. These things are delicious! I kicked myself for being too timid to frequent Hooter’s all my life for the wings alone.
I left as they were locking up. The man alone at the bar turned out to be an undercover security guard or manager, as I suspected (more staff than guests). I guess everyone gets their wings delivered to them from some other chain these days?
Across the street sat a fully charged scooter glowing in the darkness with my name on it. I rode like the wind just as I’d imagined I would, turning here and there into which ever dark street didn’t look familiar. This was an adventure and I had the city to myself. All the way home I rode and contemplated how cool it would be to start a scooter gang. Surely, this must be how the first gang was formed way back before the police cornered the market on gangs.
-Clayton
2025 01 19
Today, Sunday, is a day of relaxation. Tomorrow, Monday, begins the Trump Two Point Oh Era. Over the weekend, he launched a shitcoin which made him one of the world’s richest people in a matter of hours, while clearly plotting with TikTok to give him a quick PR win with the kids.
All of this is going on while millions of people like myself make a calculated effort to pay as little attention as possible to all of this because we know it’s inevitable, unstoppable, and will only drive us slowly insane if we do. Everything is wrong; everything is right. God is dead and the aliens are here. Stay sane out there. Here’s Tom with the weather.
-Clayton
Chicago, Illinois. January, 2025. © Clayton Hauck
Today, Sunday, is a day of relaxation. Tomorrow, Monday, begins the Trump Two Point Oh Era. Over the weekend, he launched a shitcoin which made him one of the world’s richest people in a matter of hours, while clearly plotting with TikTok to give him a quick PR win with the kids.
All of this is going on while millions of people like myself make a calculated effort to pay as little attention as possible to all of this because we know it’s inevitable, unstoppable, and will only drive us slowly insane if we do. Everything is wrong; everything is right. God is dead and the aliens are here. Stay sane out there. Here’s Tom with the weather.
-Clayton
2025 01 18
This morning, I decided on a whim to start posting images I made for my new creative resolution to the socials (and this here blog) as I make them, in an effort to motivate me to make stronger images. It’ll be a process, no doubt, but we’ll see where it takes us!
This image was from a short session on a dreary afternoon day in which I spent most of the time figuring out how the focus works on my new Ricoh GRiii (not to be confused with my old Ricoh GRiiix with the dirty sensor).
-Clayton
Man on ladder. Chicago, Illinois. January, 2025. © Clayton Hauck
This morning, I decided on a whim to start posting images I made for my new creative resolution to the socials (and this here blog) as I make them, in an effort to motivate me to make stronger images. It’ll be a process, no doubt, but we’ll see where it takes us!
This image was from a short session on a dreary afternoon day in which I spent most of the time figuring out how the focus works on my new Ricoh GRiii (not to be confused with my old Ricoh GRiiix with the dirty sensor).
-Clayton