The grandest often fall to the wrecking ball first.

The terrifying Groke, of Tove Jansson's Scandinavian lore, is lurking in the woods on The Range, bringing with it death and destruction to vegetative matter and my toes, alike. 18 degrees last night on The Range. The Farm, according to credible sources, faired tolerably well despite the Groke’s frosty breath upon her neck ( Read more... )

1) Passed a bicyclist on Saturday who was pulling a canoe on a small single-axle trailer. Wife and baby in tow on 2nd bike heading for an late afternoon on Lake Calhoun. Picnic basket stashed in canoe ( Read more... )

IN HELL! A V-Fucking-8. They really have gone down the crapper. "Reliability is an issue." Choke! That car will never get 350,000 miles on it like Esmeralda, let alone 1,000,000 that some of the old 160s, 260s, and 240s clocked in at.

Hell Freezes OverLenin is mighty pissed and will stick his pointy finger up the XC90s tailpipe, causing it to ( Read more... )

The garden bounty has begun in earnest. The heat wave has continued without much of a rest (luckily it is also raining, making for ideal agricultural conditions ( Read more... )

"Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art." Tom Stoppard From the July 2005 issue of Funny Times

Mood: Feeling superior because I can put bread, cheese, and wine in my "useful object," which leads to all kinds of creative things.

My initial reaction to Saturday's car accident was shock, wobblyness, and guilt. Shock because it should not have happened. It was stupid. It put 7 people at risk because of the minivan driver's poor judgement. Wobblyness because it was scary. Noise and shattering glass like a gun shot. Guilt because I put the person I hold dearest to me at ( Read more... )

Sheesh. As if my luck weren't already bad enough, I nearly get hit by a car at 24th and Pillsbury this morning. His stop, not mine (this seems to be a trend this week). I was forced to dive off my bike. Ripped my best pants and fucked up the derailer pretty bad. It bent at a 45 degree angle into my spokes. He stopped to make sure that I was ( Read more... )

Dinner with Justin on Thursday evening at Bryant Lake Bowl. Met his girlfriend Liz and her family (half Minneapolitan). Liz is quite lovely. Somewhat flighty and quick to judge, but she seems a very good balance to our broody friend. I was overjoyed to find that Justin's thinking is so closely parralel to mine. he has started his masters at ( Read more... )

Woke up to a violent thunderstorm. First rain in a couple of weeks ( Read more... )