James T. Green is a conceptual artist, radio producer, writer, and educator from Chicago, Illinois, and now in Brooklyn, New York.

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14: Dreaming of Fan-Fiction

One night this week, I had an incredibly bizarre dream. It was one of those rare moments where I remembered every detail in all of its hilarity. Since the last few weeks of this little newsletter have been pretty serious, I thought I'd lighten the mood by writing the dream below, hoping to brighten your morning with its unusual nature. Enjoy!

Enter our art studio space, which is Autotelic {studios} in Chicago’s Logan Square neighborhood. C’ne and I were preparing for a warehouse exhibition in a the East Garfield Park neighborhood. It was going to be our collaborative duo along with the other Autotelic artists. As we were gathering our materials to head out, the big question was what would be our quickest route to get there. As I scratched my chin, I immediately saw the Green Line to be the best route thanks to the California stop! All packed away, we were on our way. Once we arrived at the stop, I was in amazement of how large the event was. Typically, our Autotelic art events were on a smaller scale but bouncers arrived at the L doors immediately upon open, as if they knew where we were headed.

"Where are your IDs? Your Eventbrite passes?" one of the bouncers said. Shocked, I stumbled in my bag to find my phone and gathered my ticket. Excitedly, I asked Evan, one of the founders of Autotelic, why the extra security? "We’re blowing up!" he exclaimed.

After 3 hours of art, drinking and good times, C’ne and I decided that we would just get married right at our art opening. Why wait until September?  I mean, all of our friends were there, art was on the wall, and refreshments permeated the atmosphere. After a swift ceremony and extended reception that lasted until 7am the next morning, we said screw it, let’s go on our honeymoon.

"Where should we go?" C’ne asked, stumbling down Halsted. I quickly slurred, "Let’s go on an Amtrak trip, just like what my friend Brent did. We can get one of those rail passes and go all across the west coast. It would be a blast!” Quickly gathering ourselves, we turned around and started walking south towards Union Station with the bags on our backs.

By the time we make it through Greektown and to the Jackson bus, a very tall man was blocking the bus stop. He had a ridiculously large brimmed hat, laced with purple fur and a leather kilt. He possessed a snarl which glimmered in the morning sky, obscured by my inebriated eyes. It wasn’t long until I noticed it was Macklemore, that rapper you either hate to love or love to hate.

I stood staring asking so many questions. “Why he was on the street corner? Why he was blocking the bus stop? Why he was wearing a kilt? Where the hell was Ryan Lewis? “I asked him, “why are you in Chicago?” Macklemore responded, “I am here to tell you what you have wanted to know in life, where you plan to be, where your travels may take you.” I quickly responded, “does that make you an Oracle?” He said, “why yes, I am your travel god.”

C’ne then becomes curious. “Where should we go, Macklemore?” The smells of the gyro shop from across the street slowly sobering our drunken stupor. “You shall go the ways of the rails….but you will encounter conflict on the way.” Sadly, the smells of the gyro shop did not curb my intoxicated nature. “You mean like the conflict you had with Kendrick Lamar at the Grammys?”

Macklemore was not amused. Just as he was about to pull out his sword from out of his fur jacket, the Jackson bus arrived and we quickly hopped on towards Union Station. Macklemore muttered under his breath, “Bishōjo Senshi Sērāmūn, Bishōjo Senshi Sērāmūn, Bishōjo Senshi Sērāmūn…” I didn’t think anything of it at the time.

We arrived to Union Station with our tickets in hand, rushing towards the ticketing section for the Empire Builder to Portland, Oregon. We snuck into the Station Lounge and had a seat, but there appeared to be a hold up. Two passengers appeared to be in an argument. They were on the other side of the room so it was hard for me to see the situation, possibly it was because I was starting to sober up.

There was an older man who resembled my grandfather, yelling at a woman who had her back to me. She was wearing a sailor outfit, so I assumed she was going to go fishing in the Pacific Northwest as well. As she spun around, I noticed it was Usagi Tsukino from Sailor Moon. My mind was kind of blown that a cartoon character was not only existing in real life, but also about to board our train. From what it sounded like, she was upset that the older gentleman stepped on the tail of her cat, Luna. This conflict lead to Luna being placed in a pet carrier and Amtrak Police escorting them out. This must have been the conflict Macklemore was telling me about, or cursed upon us! Our train was then delayed for 666 hours. Macklemore strikes again.

Then I woke up. Probably for better or for worse.

Hope you enjoyed my imagination. Thanks for reading and see you next week.


What did I find interesting this week?

1) The Great Discontent - Alissa Walker: An amazing interview with an up and coming writer. Alyssa is known originally for her blog Gelatobaby and her Walker in LA series where she discusses her life in LA without a car. A great read.
2) Trust Yourself: Encouraging words from Sarah Selecky. All about commitment and making decisions. Serious stuff in a tiny package.
3) Conference Swag Is a Scourge That Must Be Vanquished: Nick Disabato discusses his hatred for takeaways from conferences. His points are valid, especially that of waste. Something to consider if you create and organize conferences.
4) Criticism of Olive Garden's New Logo Leaves a Bad Taste In My Mouth:  An incredibly smart critique of the new Olive Garden logo debacle. Also, this is a great example of mindful critique, instead of immediate snap judgement.

James T. Green