Did I ever show you this one? It's from 41 years ago; I remember riding this brand new bike when we got the news that Robert Kennedy was assassinated in 1968. Anyway, just stumbled on this pic that my dad took moments after removing my training wheels and thought I'd share it again. Simpler times.
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May 27, 2009
May 21, 2009
Birthday Shrooms
A week ago was my birthday (May 14), and I spent it hunting for morel mushrooms. Here's the successful (and delicious) result!
The next day I went to New York for six days for the Stationary Show, which while fun, was sort of the opposite of the morel hunt... very slim pickins. I'd be surprised if that show lasts another two years. My impression is that people are corresponding more than ever, but stationary no longer has anything to do with it. Nowadays, it's all happening on computers and cell phones.
May 13, 2009
Oh. My. God.
I just can't begin to describe to you how much this warms my heart. Maybe we HAVE turned the corner. Maybe there IS hope for this stupid old world:
http://www.talkingpointsmemo.com/gallery/2009/05/white-house-poetry-slam.php?img=1
That Motel is Gross...
"...the founders of the Super 8 motel chain must surely have been ignorant of the meaning of suppurate." -David Foster Wallace
To wit:
suppurate (SUHP-yuh-rayt) verb intr.
To produce or secrete pus.
[From Latin suppuratus, past participle of suppurare, from sub- + pur- (pus).]
May 11, 2009
May 08, 2009
Leave-At-The-Office Bike
This is my new/old office bike, meant for running errands around downtown and going out for lunch and such. I just put the basket on it the other day and successfully conveyed a bag of Chinese from Dinkytown to my desk. Mmmm... chicken chow mein with crunchy noodles and a ton of soy sauce...
May 04, 2009
More Scenes From Cinco de Mayo
These guys were dancing/struggling (it was a windy day) with this sign that was festooned with all manner of iconography: riders on rearing horses, portraits of mustachioed guys slung with bandoliers of bullets, the Virgin Mary, Aztec-looking natives, Mexican flags, Spanish phrases (wish I spoke it), and a soft sculpture of a white bull with a ring in its nose at the bottom... as they danced, the bull sort of bobbed its head around. I asked a couple of people around me what it all meant, but neither spoke enough English to explain what was going on. The music was crazy and repetitive, and was phrased in such a way that I couldn't understand its structure until I'd heard it about a hundred times... seriously, these guys went for at least half an hour, until Eli and I finally took off to see an awesome mariachi band (and, of course, the lowriders).
May 03, 2009
Dream Donk
My boy, Eli, and I went to the Cinco de Mayo festival in St. Paul yesterday, where he found his dream donk. Also, he was disdainful of how far this kid took his "sagging":
May 01, 2009
She's back!
I can't believe that my chive-haired Garden Goddess has made it through two very cold winters, just sitting out there unprotected on the steps. Of course, she's buried under the snow most of the time, but her hair seems to be getting healthier by the year. We should all be so lucky...
