Since I’ve started traveling for work, friends and family have asked me, “How is This City?” and I don’t know what to tell them. I get off a plane onto a train or a taxi straight to Hotelandia where I work, sleep and eat, outside of some modest evening exploration with colleagues to blow our…
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werk point oh
Tell me something I don’t know.
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moving om
Moving soon to another part of the city, needing to pack early with the life rush, crush of everything I want to do and everything that’s asked of me, I first take down the walls. Tea tins and tchotchkes, wrapped in ragged tee shirts I can’t bring myself to throw away. If I kept it…
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things don’t always go the way our soulful eyes would have them
Who would have thought you would still have your pride?
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don’t let your words get in the way
Happy VD from the Fakeproject Corporation of America!
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vultures over miami
Last week for my job I went to Miami.
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Hyatt Regency Miami hates your privacy
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screamed, pulled over
Took a picture.
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hear hear the new year, sharp and brave
Anna took this picture at dive-bar karaoke. We sang “Pump Up the Jam,” it is the longest song ever, and EMF’s “Unbelievable,” which we mangled. It was stellar, a night to remember, I can do things that are stupid but still scare me. Christmas happened, draining, driving all over groundstorming North Dakota, thinking about Thailand…
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raincheck
Note the date. The ticket, not torn. First time listening to the latest album, I knew I had to see them before the opening track was done: I dreamed about the few US tour locations with the might of so what, I can do this, do anything, I am an adult! now soon again, Happy…
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the limits of hippie
I catch bees and bring them outside. Spiders I don’t mind.
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when the world gives you lemons
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eve instructions
Choose your weapons wisely.
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nicollet’s jinn
Sinbad’s Cafe and Deli on Nicollet Ave has been closed for months, maybe years now.
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employed
It is October, unseasonably warm, and I am slave to a fat knee, twisted from dancing, naturally, in the clutches of crutches and bicycle envy.
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monster peace lily: 3 in 3 in 1.5 infinity
My peace lily has its own soundtrack. Really it’s just one song, and only 1.5 seconds of a song, and that song is Disturbed’s “Down with the Sickness” where the guy goes WAAAA-AA-AAA-AAAAAH! A housewarming gift from my mom about a year ago (bought at Ikea, naturally), this beast has flowered an astounding three times…
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how not to pick me up
Here is how not to pick me up at the Minneapolis Electronic Music Festival.
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century of the self
Y’all cogs are fools, capitalistic tools, me too tis of thee, all sorts of angst I thought I’s over, sidling up to thirty.
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ode to Colin
Colin came to visit from a mysterious land across the sea.
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summer selections
A few things have happened this summer.
