This is right by the law school, and still creeps me out:
This is right by the law school, and still creeps me out:
On the weekdays I worry about my dogs coming across dead animals.
On the weekends I worry about my dogs coming across my unconscious, sloshed neighbors.
A few people thought my 1L post about the Wizard’s hand was embellished:
“Thursday night, Paige and I find ourselves staring at an old brick building on a side street near downtown. We are trying to find the Lavender Bar networking event at Clubhouse Jäger.
I look up and see a hand reaching out of the second floor window. It looks like the hand from the Crypt Keeper.
After stepping back into the street, we see that it’s an iron statue of a wizard crawling out of a fake second-floor window.”
I now have pictures! This is the creepy building:
My neighborhood is full of old mansions. This is one of my favorites:
That’s probably were Morticia Addams grew up.
I thought the old houses were glamorous when I first moved to Minneapolis, but I got over that after living in the Gamma Eta Gamma house for a semester.
I am now aware of the dust and filth, but I still like looking.
Strolling around campus with my camera makes me notice things that I’d otherwise miss, like the awesome details on the east bank buildings:
I find myself at Caffetto more often than I’d like to admit.
Somehow this place does not scream “couture“:
I noticed ashes and burnt fabric sprinkled in the staircase of my apartment building while taking out the rubbish. I then see this by the dumpster: 
I think the chaos season for my apartment building has officially started up again.
During college I thought that Coral Gables’ zoning restrictions were ridiculous. I thought homeowners should have the right to construct or style their homes however they want. But then I moved to Minneapolis and got exposed to far too many hideous home modifications and style inconsistencies.
Here’s a mild example:
It was a rough morning in Dinkytown.
Good thing she didn’t lose a cute pair of shoes.
I pass the Lake of the Isles Lutheran Church almost every day on our dog walks. My favorite thing about the church is the little statues sprinkled about:
Dinkytown is still one of my favorite places to spend my breaks in between classes. Dinkytown is the University of Minnesota’s student village, and just far enough from school to not be infested with law students.
Dinkytown is home to most of UMN’s Fraternities and Sororities, including Gamma Eta Gamma, the law school fraternity. I lived in Dinkytown during my first semester of law school and love passing by my old haunts.
The Kitty Kat club is where the Twilight lesbian parties were held:
I have been in Minneapolis for two years now, but I still pull out my blackberry and snap pictures like a tourist.
Here are some more pictures from Tickles Bar:
Coolest sign in the Twin Cities:
One of my favorite things about the University of Minnesota is that downtown Minneapolis is visible on so much of campus, especially by the river.
Oh, I am a terrible hypocrite!
I encourage the 1Ls to blog, especially when they are busy. “The busy times are when it is most important to blog!” I say. “You’ll thank yourself for writing!”
So of course I don’t condescend to blog when I get busy. Do as I say, not as I do right? I feel like a governor…
Luckily the free-for-all that is “discussion time” in my family law class is the perfect time to blog! I am so not slacking at this…
So, what happened last week?
Well, the most exciting thing about last week was the heat! I think it got to 80 degrees one day, but maybe I’m exaggerating… maybe it was 90 degrees, or 100…
Regardless, it was warm, and the grass came out:
I feel like half the Salons in the neighborhood have the same cheesy “Shall we dance?” weave/wig ad on the front door:
What a busy, hilarious week. There is too much to write about, so I am settling for pictures and captions. This is choppy, but appropriate given the state of things…
This week featured a massive iced-tea spill at the office. Amber is cackling as I run to fetch napkins:
Living in a brightly colored house would make directions easier: “I live in the blue house. No you don’t need an address. Trust me. You’ll know.”
Other favorite color combinations in my neighborhood include purple with blue trim, lime green, and hot pink. And yes, the neighborhood lawn-art is way worse than the paint jobs…