I drank THC so you don't have to

We are having weather whiplash here in the Chicago area, with seventy-degree weather one day, and twenty-degree weather the next. I don't love it. The seventy-degree weather is freakish and the twenty-degree weather is bitingly cold. (I prefer the latter. It is February, after all). One bright spot is that a new bakery opened a few blocks from us. I have already been three times and tried three different pastries and two different sandwiches, all delicious.

Less delicious though far more intoxicating was the THC-infused soda I stupidly imbibed at a gathering celebrating a friend who was visiting from out of town. I was so happy to see this friend, who I haven't seen in ages, and was having a truly delightful time, when...well, you will learn the rest from the comic I drew about my experience. Consider this a PSA, especially for us elder millennials/baby Gen-Xers: edibles are not to be treated lightly. Learn from my mistakes.

After this was all over, I told Chad that the beverage should have come with a disclaimer: Drinking this will make you want to die.

And now here are three things that got me through this weird weather week.

1. Cynthia Plaster Caster Collection. I may be one of very few people who hadn't heard of Chicago-artist Cynthia Plaster Caster until learning that Miley Cyrus was playing her in a new movie directed by Ethan Coen. I happily fell down a Cynthia Plaster Caster rabbit hole, learning that her casts of rock star penises now belong to the Kinsey Institute. I hope to see them prominently featured in some future exhibition...

2. Two by Louis Johnson. When I saw this video pop up on the New York Times, I had to watch because I loved The Wiz as a kid, but knew nothing about Louis Johnson, its choreographer. Though Johnson studied at the School of American Ballet, a feeder school for the New York City Ballet, he was not chosen to join the company. Neither was fellow classmate Chita Rivera, though that for sure didn't hurt her career! Johnson also garnered impressive accolades, though he regretted never having a chance to perform ballet. I hope that more films of his work begin to surface along with further information about him.

1. Sarah Greenberger Rafferty at Document. Rafferty's lustrous glass panels and glossy contact prints are spectacular literally—the spectacle of a life-size outline of a doll-like body challenges feminine ideals—and figuratively, with electrifying colors and sumptuous materials.

That's all for this week. I hope you have a great weekend. Drop me a line and tell me your narcotic adventure stories! I hope what happened to me never befalls any of you.

Hugs,

Claire

Lastly, but perhaps most important, please consider doing this.