Bikes in tow, brother Rob and I zoomed all over the gorgeous Minneapolis night for street tacos, impromptu dance parties, flame-thrower bicycles, giant puppets, wee shadow poppets, critical mass traffic jams and games with light and sound.
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our trolls are no face
Didn’t hit the right notes, speak the right language. Convince of a future of further dismantling.
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snotnose art kids getting et by alligators
I weaved down Nicollet, in my old ‘hood…
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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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36 tornadoes came to minnesota
and all the Cities got was this orangesicle sky. Through with day before the night that’s just what the light looked like, and everyone left their window panes to stand in the roiling heat of the street, meet their neighbors and share what they know about science.
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aaaaaaaaand we’re back
were back weeks ago, but Life had other plans.
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to every thing
There is a season.
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not the one
This isn’t like that.
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bellow yellow
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find out what it means to me
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new neighbors
I woke up yesterday to a couple new neighbors all up in my bricks.
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winter swamp walkabout
Spring is coming. It’s the Law.
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nicollet caged
They say they can tell you weren’t born in Minneapolis by the way you can’t get Nicollet out your mouth right. Gotta swallow that middle syllable whole (read: there isn’t one) while giving a little headjerk nod of knowing, like acknowledging a peripheral you don’t actually want to talk to or pretending you’re a horse.…
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putting the dick in dick’s sanitation
The pile outside my window has been growing all week.
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whittier hell note
If the French hadn’t colonized Vietnam, I wouldn’t be eating this tasty bread.
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blame art
Someones have been re-imagining my bike commute along the 35W sound / city-killer wall. I blame art!
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booooo target
This pretty much makes up for everything, for all time.
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the Midtown Greenway makes the seawall say mercy
The greenway is overgrown with a danger and a wildness.
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hit return hit home hit shift hit control hit end hit escape hit delete
The further I move into the future, the farther I am from the moments felt fleeting.
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recapped
It was safest to walk down the center of the street, Minneapolis iced up mulling deep the responsi-liabilities, post-Christmas economy crash cow, it’s on us, you know. For worshiping idle, being economical, our faults, for knitting our own scarves to keep warm and our pennies, kill ourselves for loonies (MAD MEN!) how we’ll hang from…
