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Sure, there are the fireworks on the lakefront and the Taste of Chicago is still going strong, but if you're like us, you want to seek out something to do with your Fourth that's a little less crowded. So if milling around shoulder-to-shoulder with tens of thousands of strangers isn't your bag, here's a quick list of other things that might prove to be some good post-grilling entertainment for your America Day.

Boy, you know it must be bad when Mayor Daley is calling you out on your legislative tactics. In remarks to the press yesterday, Daley called Blagojevich's plans to cut $500 million from the recently passed budget and impose a universal health care plan of his choosing legally questionable and "dangerous." "In short, I'm cutting pork and special-interest spending and, in its place, I'm using the legal authority that I have to expand health care...

We didn't get a lot of suggestions this go around, which is okay because as soon as we saw Stiff by Mary Roach recommended, we were sold. We remembered seeing it in the bokstore and being grossed out/intrigued by the dead feet and wanting to read it, so we're glad you guys reminded us about it. Hopefully the insides will be as interesting as the outside. We were very tempted to reread Hunter S. Thompson's...

Among the things we wish for at night, besides Heath Ledger telling us we are his only one, is the wish that we have changed the world, that we have had an impact, that we have taken our art to a higher form, and that we are appreciated for it.

Chicagoist has been waiting for the right moment to write a primer on bourbon. With the Kentucky Derby nine days away, and with the recently reported news of Churchill Downs serving a one-thousand-dollar mint julep on Derby Day, we figured the time is nigh. Chicagoist loves bourbon. It brings to mind images of Tom Wolfe, Hunter S. Thompson, Colonel Harland Sanders, and the blue Fugates of Troublesome Creek. Spend an extended amount of time...

You have to hand it to someone who wants to be cremated when they die. Not only is going out in flames pretty rock n' roll--in a Darth Vader, Viking funeral pyre kind of way--but also because even in death you remain humble. It's your last act of consideration, telling your loved ones, "You know what? Don't spend all that money on a coffin and grave plot. Just torch me and put me in a ceramic jar. I don't want to take up too much space." The least you could ask after that is for someone to keep track of what's left of you.