August 2008
08/26/08Swimming With Sharks
Ever hear of Eileen and Tom Lonergan? They were a couple from Baton Rouge who went scuba diving off the coast of the Great Barrier Reef in Australia in 1998, and accidentally got left behind due to a faulty head count taken by the boat crew. No one noticed they were gone until their bags were found in the boat two days later. A vast search followed, but they were gone. Eventually their empty wet suits, tanks, and dive jackets washed ashore. Most likely they met a shark or... Posted at 03:04 PM in Push | Permalink | Comments (0) |
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08/19/08Flex Time
Good parenting, as anyone will tell you, is all about flexibility. And bribery. And Cheerios. Yes, that's it: flexibility, bribery, and Cheerios. Am I forgetting anything here? Oh, yeah, mindless repetition. If you haven't the ability to listen to the same mind-numbing song, read the same stupid Elmo book, or feed the baby the same icky goop over and over again without... Posted at 02:23 PM in Push | Permalink | Comments (0) |
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08/13/08Tropical Depression
While sitting at our private table on our private island, sipping cold drinks under our private umbrella, our toes in the warm private sand that no one else's toes are allowed to touch, I had a terrible thought. This is not paradise I find myself in. It's hell. OK, stick with me here. I'm going to go off on a navel-gazing existential rant—which makes no sense given the fact that... Posted at 03:56 PM in Push | Permalink | Comments (1) |
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08/05/08Green Heaven
The Great Barrier Reef. You hear a lot about it, but what do you really know? It's in Australia and it's visible from outer space: that's about the extent of it for me. I always associated the reef with sharks and scuba divers, two species that don't terribly interest me. As we were taking a ferry from Cairns, the city nearest the reef, to some island resort where Sarah had made reservations, a refrain from the Old 97's entered my head: "What's so great about the Barrier Reef?" I sang it repeatedly to Sarah, who finally told me to shut up... Posted at 06:05 PM in Push | Permalink | Comments (5) |
About Push
The continuing adventures of The Closer, aka Chicago's deputy dining editor and humor columnist Jeff Ruby. After chronicling his wife's pregnancy and eventual delivery on a Hyde Park floor in gory detail, Ruby fast-forwards a year to his paternity leave, during which his threesome inexplicably decided to travel 10,000 miles away. Again, Push is more slog than blog, since the events aren't happening in real time, but rather a flashback to three people fumbling their way from the jungles of Vietnam to a strange island off the Great Barrier Reef seemingly populated only by Japanese schoolgirls to the sickest bathroom in Thailand. And again, nothing is omitted.
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