The gig’s up. Tomorrow it snows. That means I’m spending as much time outside with the dogs as possible today. I took the dogs on a long hike by the Mississippi.
The gig’s up. Tomorrow it snows. That means I’m spending as much time outside with the dogs as possible today. I took the dogs on a long hike by the Mississippi.
Raspberries, ice and rum.
Diet sprite is a good mixer to thin it down. Tre delish. Makes The Tudors easier to watch too.
Sometimes it’s more fun taking the side roads:
Of course the boyfriend brings this home on the week I start delving into The Theory of the Leisure Class.
My friends think that it is was bizarre that I still walk from Nordeast to the bars downtown. I’m desperately trying to enjoy Minneapolis before the snow and cold. Plus the view isn’t bad because there are no trees to hide the buildings anymore.
There’s a mustache growing contest going on at work. I got a head start. I swear I’m not a trucker.
It’s called Movember (Moustache + November) and the point is to raise awareness of men’s health issues. More details are here.
And regular readers aren’t shocked by my ‘stache. Memba this and this?
Last year I noticed the darkness around October. Today I was shocked that it was pitch black before 5 p.m. and by next month the sun will set around 4:30 p.m.
The darkness was awful during law school because most of our classes did not have windows. Now, it just means that I can light the vanilla candles early.
There are some intended consequences of the early darkness. Clubbing is awkward because it is dark for six hours before anyone shows up to the bar. I also wake up a lot earlier to maximize my daylight.
I feel like I’m 65 but I can’t order from the senior citizens’ menu at Denny’s. Sigh.
What a lovely two weeks. Fall was extended this year so Minneapolis still has temperatures in the 50’s and 60’s. The colors are amazing and the morning dog walks have become sprawling two-hour events because it is so nice outside.
Back in Florida Carlos and I would trek up to Wilton Manors to the T. Palace drag show.
This is one of the best performances we saw:
I remember thinking how strange it felt recording the drag show. An amazing performance was going on in front of me but I was watching it on my camera screen. It was a tradeoff though because without the video, no one would remember the show.
This implicates that whole art vs. life / creation vs. consumption dichotomy that I spent way too much time thinking about during undergrad. It’s something that Oscar Wilde and Truman Capote grappled with too. It goes like this: you can either be out partying and socializing or you can be at home, working and creating. Each can fuel and yet compromise the other.
So my experience at the Noel Leon show was compromised by the recording, but that recording preserved the memory and allows me to share the experience years later. Fair trade?
This happens almost every day – I buy cow knuckles for both dogs but after about 20 minutes Harley drops his bone and stares down Gerturde’s cow knuckle.
It does not matter that Harley has a perfectly good cow knuckle behind him because Gertrude’s cow knuckle seems more desirable.
He wants it because she has it.
Dunn Brothers is a common stop on our morning dog walks. The dogs are incredibly patient.
I love that New England is buried under feet of snow and it’s in the 60’s in Minneapolis. This extended fall is gorgeous.
Well! This was a rather successful Halloween. I decided to decorate the house because this was my first year giving out candy. These $5 window-hangs did the trick, although they were way more gruesome than I expected.
We went out the night before. I was a zombie lesbian soccer player. Tader was a runner who had been hit by a car. I think my costume was a little grosser.
I always loved exploring odd parts of downtown Miami. The tradition continues in Minneapolis, but at least it’s not as creepy now that I have dogs.
The DMV is not actually a DMV, but a generic county service center. That means that the lines are especially long because people are there for a variety of reasons.
I took the driving test a few years ago when I was still a law student. I passed the test, but couldn’t get a driver’s license because my passport did not have the requisite stamp in it. I came back today armed with my permanent resident card, passed the test and got… well, a piece of paper.
Someone discovered how to get into the trash.
I know something is wrong when he’s hiding under Tader’s desk.
