
Muti, suffering from what looked like the flu, returned to his home in Italy earlier this month after spending a single night in Chicago. He'll remain there for this procedure and a recovery period, which means he'll have missed the entire winter season.
Lorin Maazel, director of the Munich Philharmonic, who has a 40-year history with the CSO, will fill in for part of the tour; the rest TBA.
The Apple store there is a giant horizontal rectangle, with glass walls on the shorter sides and titanium walls on the longer ones—it basically looks like a giant G-Force external hard drive—atop the Red Line stop at North and Clybourn. The driver, who's 79 years old, crashed through on the North Avenue side, injuring one person. In a situation with consumer-theory theses to last a lifetime, many customers documented the crash with their iPhones.
For a gallery of Apple-store ruin porn, check out this slide show via Chicagoist.
Tal Rosenberg writes about technology every Monday.
The Chicago Symphony Orchestra announced this afternoon that music director Riccardo Muti will miss not only the CSO performances scheduled for this week and early next week, as they had earlier announced, but all concerts through January 19.
Initial reports had said Muti was suffering from the flu when he arrived in Chicago from Rome on Monday; the CSO now says that Muti, suffering with flu-like symptoms, consulted a doctor here and immediately returned to Italy.
Milwaukee Symphony director (and Royal Flemish Philharmonic chief conductor) Edo de Waart will continue to fill in, except for the January 14 open rehearsal of the Festival Orchestra, which will be handled by Miguel Harth-Bedoya, music director of the Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra. The Festival Orchestra includes local high school students.
The CSO says ticketholders with questions can call 312-294-3000.
The office kids are together. They take turns ordering. The short, fair one steps up to the cashier and tells her what he wants. I put him at mid- to late 20s, like my own sons.
The cashier asks him his name. He gives it. Vecchio, I think. The cashier says, "Ah! Italiano!" and starts using her Italian accent on him. One of Vecchio's friends says, "I never knew you were Italian. I always thought you were Jewish."
"Because I'm cheap," Vecchio replies, and laughs.
"Yeah," says the friend, who doesn't seem to get the joke but gives short heh anyway.
Virtually all the participation I had with presidential elections was through television until 2008, which now seems like a flash point when reflecting on technology's influence on presidential elections. I wasn't on Facebook at the time, but it was the first instance in which I spent a lot of time following the election through blogs, which were another type of social media, since so much writing seemed to be a reaction to something that someone else had written. But even then, as the results were coming in, my friends and I were gathered around the television, waiting for a station to call a winner.
"We get a lot of service requests that are often repeats, or people call in for 311 and then call in upset three weeks later," Pawar said when I called in to complain that the app wasn't working on my phone. "It lets people see that there's a rhyme and reason for why things are the way they are and why they work the way they do. . . . it'll also put a spotlight on various departments and how they function." All good points, as well as the app's potential to determine where a problem lies. (Say several people on the same block report low water pressure. The data points to a downed water main, and crews can be dispatched faster.) There are more updates coming soon, including the ability to see a more organized list of requests, rather than a stream of the ones made most recently in the city—fascinating in its own right—thanks to the app's integration into the city's 311 data.
In the meantime, I only had to delete the app and download it again to get it to work. Now, to start reporting some graffiti . . .
We're supplying the beer at Martyrs' tonight for an event we're calling The Honest Truth Party, cohosted by WBEZ, and we're hoping the people who come get the truth, too. There are plenty of issues Barack "Rocky" Obama and Mitt "Mittens" Romney are avoiding in this election, and a lot of voters who feel ignored—that was something we kept hearing in interviews with five Chicago voters for our cover story last week, about what more the president could be saying to the people who elected him to office. Two of them will join our own Mick Dumke, Chicago playwright Ike Holder, and Chicago Young Republican Buffy Bains to talk about what the politicians won't talk about. Justin Kaufmann of WBEZ is moderating, should this debate get a little too Lincoln, vampire hunter vs. Douglas, vampire. Local band Cain and Abels rounds out the night.
Best of all, you can still keep up with the action if you can't make it. NBC was kind enough to set up a stream for the party, which will go live at 8 PM. Grab a beer, put it on, and learn something the politicians might never tell you. See the video after the jump.

A million years ago, I saw Cat Power for the first time at Schubas. At the time, I was deep in the throes of 90s indie rock—probably because it was the 90s. I was fresh out of college, armed with my unrealistic dreams and the whole world sprawled out before me . . . unveiling a fascinating, shimmering cloud of doom full of twentysomething disappointments. My roommate and I shared a tiny apartment that we cleaned every other . . . never, and we basically existed on top of each other as we haphazardly navigated our freshman year of life. The only thing that held any shred of certainty was that a dirty, fingerprinted, scratched-as-fuck copy of Cat Power’s Moon Pix was on constant rotation in the CD player.