There is an upside to getting stuck in traffic in South Minneapolis:
Picture of the day
There is an upside to getting stuck in traffic in South Minneapolis:
This is on the stadium village side of campus:
Stella and I are holed up at Starbucks studying for finals.
See, in law school Saturdays are off the chain. Behold:
How do I contain myself? Someone call Lindsay…
This is St. Mary’s Greek Orthodox Church. It is on a hill that overlooks Lake Calhoun, so the gold dome is rather dramatic: 
I finally made my way up the hill and to the building, and was so underwhelmed by how bland the rest of the building is.
This is right by the law school, and still creeps me out:
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.
Finals are approaching so I am spending some serious time studying at coffee shops:
It sounds nerdy and perverse now, but this is exactly how I envisioned law school as a college senior. What was I thinking?
The law school warns us that lawyers and law students are more susceptible to alcoholism than the general population. And yet…
I feel like half the Salons in the neighborhood have the same cheesy “Shall we dance?” weave/wig ad on the front door:
Jill and I were in the company store rifling through the massive candy selection when we make a discovery: Burger King French toast flavored snacks!
Jill: “That’s vile. I’m going to buy a bag of that crap so we can try it.”
Jill and I brought the bag of toxic nast flavored-snacks back to the cubicles and forced Amber to partake in the taste test. The snacks taste like carmeled cheetos…which didn’t sit well with Jill and Amber:
I moved some furniture around so that the Rottweiler can no longer see me leave the apartment. This might help end her kennel-hysterics.
Harley decided to camp out behind my books during the furniture move:
And yes, I’ve decided that I’m going to construct a book-fort around him when I move from this apartment.
The birthday boy decided to do his best Jay Sean pose:
I couldn’t get a better picture of this – but I noticed something a little off near 38th street and Chicago Avenue in South Minneapolis/Mexico.
Oh look, there’s a new law school in my neighborhood:
Jake brought a random pair of tacky douchebag glasses to trivia and made everyone pose with them. Behold:
Brilliance.
This is the side of Uptown’s Arise Bookstore. Many of Uptown’s buildings have cool street art, but the Arise flaming fart is right up there with the giant blue baby on the side of Cal Surf store near Lake Calhoun.
I plan to let my future kids tag the house for their school art projects so I can pretend to be a laid-back “cool” parent. We’ll see how that goes.
See also: The Creep Circus.
I went to Muddy Waters Café for the first time today to study international and corporate tax law.
When I walked in, the café had a natural hipster vibe. The barista had dreadlocks and purple contacts. The patrons might have been homeless, or pot dealers, or both. And of course, there was the 30-something-year-old Mac guy and CSS blaring from the speakers.
As it got dark outside, the hipsters left and the students arrived. The café took on a trendy-library vibe, and I fell in love.
I think the Spyhouse has competition now.
I hand a bottle of Vicks 44 to a cashier at a campus convenience store. She rings the medicine up and gasps.
Cashier: “What?!”
Me: “Pardon?”
Cashier: “Is it really this much? This can’t be right.”
Me: “It’s like $9 isn’t it?”
Cashier: “$9.19! For this? Really? Is it really that price?”
Me: “You’d know better than me.”
Last week’s cold went, but the sinus pressure stayed. I was so stuffy and irritated that abandoned my tax law preparation and left the Hanson Hall Starbucks early to get the nearly-$10 bottle of medicine:
I knew that buying anything on campus is like going to a movie theater concession stand. But $10? Yikes. It feels like price gouging.
