Monday writer's block never felt so blockish, but it's nothing that magic brown bean juice can't remedy. Yesterday, we went for our usual walk to the pier at Rogers Park, a few blocks north of Loyola's Lake Shore campus. Sunday was an amazingly windy day, the gusts bullying pedestrians and inanimate objects alike and making for an entertaining natural display on Lake Michigan. A dangerous time to walk in the city for sure, because on days like this three-ton scaffoldings and windowpanes have been known to crash down on unsuspecting passersby with lethal results. Remember the Hancock tower tragedy last March?

The sea of sunlit broken glass we observed by Loyola last week had thawed and recongealed into a sandy moonscape by this weekend, battered by repeated fusillades of slushy waves forming and re-forming the winter coast of the lake. Brownish water rumbled like an oncoming train with each crash, the force of each wave sweeping up bucketfuls of glittering iceballs ten - sometimes twenty - feet into the air, only to have them fall with tinkly, anticlimactic pops onto the icepack. You'd be forgiven for thinking you were on a Bering Strait cutter. Pictures soon, folks.

You are the Quaker Oats man! Stodgy and old fashioned, you probably still churn your own butter. Since you don't have electricity, what are you doing online? Take the Which Breakfast Cereal Character Are You? quiz. Published by JC.

Or..."Dude, you're getting a buggy!"

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