I hunkered down at the Spyhouse and wrote my first legal history essay. I kept ordering tea refills as snow flew by the cafe windows. I skipped home after the first essay due to the amount of exasperated road-condition-related tweets lighting up my phone.
I started the second essay after shoveling and emailed both essays in around 10pm…and that was it.
I came across a source from 1887 while writing my legal history papers. The author is Albert Shaw, a Minneapolis-based journalist and academic. The context is the American myth of limited government.
Shaw wrote his essay almost 125 years ago, but it could serve as a reaction to modern American economic theory. Shaw writes that Americans benefited from and supported a strong regulatory regime while adhering to a wholly inconsistent laissez-faire ideology of limited government.
Halvers wanted to know why the Custard Pie had sparkles.
I wanted to know why I tastes like a cupcake.
And then…
The week began quietly enough – I became an espresso snob, creeped the boyfriend out with my mouse catching, and attended my last formal law school class.
And then the “Minneapolis Blizzard of 2010” came.
Sigh.
The snow was so bad that the Minneapolis Metrodome collapsed. My friend Krämer moaned that Minneapolis only makes national news when something collapses, but I reminded him that we are also famous for Prince and recounts.
I completely cleared and salted my building’s sidewalks on Saturday, but everything was re-buried by Sunday morning. Apparently at least one tenant thought I that I had not shoveled at all:
Halvers wasn’t amused by the note.
Yesterday’s blizzard brought 17 inches of snow. Shoveling my building’s sidewalks took forever.
I eventually cleared my building’s sidewalks, but then the winds completely recovered everything. I even got a bitchy note from tenants who thought I didn’t shovel at all. It was horrible.
So Havlers decided to come over on the eve of the blizzard.
We started the night by walking the dogs around Lake of the Isles and went to bed after watching trashy reality TV.
Halvers insisted on bringing his car to my place (he lives two blocks away) and… well…
Massive fail.
We stayed in my apartment all day.
Oh the majestic stacks:
That’s the view from Hanson Hall, which is part of the business school and has a full-service Starbucks. I love it best during the winter.
Timing is essential at the Hanson Hall Starbucks because the line is 30-people deep between classes. Nothing is worse than waiting in a flock of undergrad business majors.
