Proud to have made this track happen!blockclubchicago.org/2023/04/12/mee…

Paddling up to this magnificent snapper with Joey Santore made my week!

Chonkosaurus Biological Survey Team T-Shirts are up in the store now, art by Joey Santore crimepaysbutbotanydoesnt.myshopify.com

The Dominick’s pull over is my spiritual armor

ICYMI: Dan Bernstein and Laurence Holmes had a fantastic conversation with Joey Santore and Al Scorch, the guys who caught the now-famous Chicago River snapping turtle "Chonkosaurus" on video omny.fm/shows/wscr-000…

So stoked Flansburgh has retweeted our turtle video

It needed to be done

While we are grateful for the many news outlets that have covered Chonkosaurus, it is WTTW - Chicago PBS and WGN Morning News that are closest to our pure beef hearts

Well, we made the NYT. All hail Chonkosaurus! nytimes.com/2023/05/14/us/…

In the true spirit of Chicago, we're now shamelessly hustling Chonkosaurus Biological Survey merch like bootlegged sports paraphernalia outside a Sox game. Show support for nature returning to big nasty formerly polluted urban areas & waterways.. crimepaysbutbotanydoesnt.myshopify.com

Inauguration is live!! youtube.com/live/Ni0Ff7-gZ…

They out here searching for the chonk!

"The turtle looks broad and strong, as if embodying the spirit of the concrete city that booms above their river perch." - Weekend Edition Scott Simon So honored to have Scott Simon do impressions of me and Joey Santore on National NPR. Insane.

A thoughtful, poetic, and hopeful take from Scott Simon Really honored by this one Joey Santore npr.org/2023/05/20/117…

Always happy for some radio play, especially in Ireland

What if Emily Dickinson wrote a poem about Chicago style hot dogs?

Doing prints of the hot dog poem, hit me up if you want one! [email protected]

Skyway Dog is for sale. 😥 We need a hot dog hero to buy it and change nothing. McKie's Disc Jockey Show Lounge Chicago Bars Al Scorch what other Chicago dog experts on here should be tagged? mccolly.com/listing/118525…

There is a specific smell to autumn in Chicago that instantly transports me to my headspace when I was in 8th grade, getting my first tastes of freedom, wandering through the alleys and beaches and hippie cafes and occult bookstores of Rogers Park with my neighborhood friends.