August 2005 Archives
- August 31, 2005: Missed Connection || No. of Comments: 1
I love reading the “Missed Connections” listings on Craigslist. It’s a guilty pleasure, but not that guilty. I had to read this one twice. HunkyBoy, do you read these? - m4m - 35 It’s been so long since we were together. I moved to Miami, you continued on in school and the distance got the better of us. For years, I thought about you on a daily basis. We reconnected briefly, but we both were taken. I moved to NYC and we emailed each other again, but this time it was different. You told me your BF was upset about…
- August 29, 2005: The Nerve || No. of Comments: 8
Did I say that I loved humanity? I think I did a little while ago. What I meant to say is that it’s wretched. Truly wretched. Especially when the door to our office is kicked in and our computers are stolen. In the past day, someone lay on the floor outside our elevators and with brute force blasted the door in. Rubber from their shoes remained on the door handle this morning like peanut butter remnants on a knife. Thankfully, I had taken my little iBook home for the weekend to commune with my little Powerbook. But, still, I must…
- August 28, 2005: Three entries in one. Or, Do re mi. || No. of Comments: 4
The word Fa almost gave me the victory. Two letters cruising horizontal combined with the six letters falling vertical added up to mega Scrabble points for me. He was pissed. “Fa’s not a word!” “Yes it is! I swear it is.” “Look it up.” “The fourth tone of the diatonic scale.” “Damn it!” But in the end, even after adding a couple Ti’s — the seventh tone in the diatonic scale — he still beat me by 14. I’m OK with that, though. Sorta. —— This morning I went to church for the first time in months. Here’s my…
- August 26, 2005: The New Hood || No. of Comments: 6
The strangest thing that happened in my old neighborhood was the streaker. Oh, and the twinkie tweaker who occasionally flitted around the neighborhood limp wristed and blown out of his mind. I never told you about him. At the new pad there unfortunately haven’t been any streakers. But there have been prostitutes. (Strolling the street at noon on a Saturday.) And the other night I was driving to pick up some soup at the grocery store (poor Aaron is sick) when a Hispanic dude and a black dude exchanged words and the Hispanic dude bashed in the back window of…
- August 21, 2005: Until Next Time || No. of Comments: 2
Minnesota will be a little less vibrant just a few days from now when Josh and Josh leave their roots behind for a taste of New York. Though I’ve only met them in person a few times, I’m sad to see them go. Goodbyes are such a strange mix of selfish sadness and selfless excitement; I both love them and hate them. At least we had the chance to catch up this evening at Zelo (thanks to Ron, who supposedly makes a mean batch of cookies but that’s yet to be proven). Sparkles Dan joined us as well but…
- August 17, 2005: Tagged || No. of Comments: 8
Byf tagged me. Normally I ignore such requests but it’s 5 p.m. and while I don’t want to do any more work, my bus doesn’t leave for another 10 minutes. So here you go. I’m skipping the final part, though, and not tagging other people (thank me later). The assignment: List five songs that you are currently digging — it doesn’t matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying right now. Post these instructions and the five songs (with artist) in your blog….
- August 15, 2005: Moving Day || No. of Comments: 8
From dawn until dusk yesterday my roommate and I packed up every one of our belongings and moved them 13 blocks north. We filled boxes and bags and rubber totes and folded down the seats in my car and strapped things to the bed of his truck and moved moved moved. And now there is cardboard covering the kitchen floor of the new apartment because the landlords are still painting, but that’s OK because the landlords’ son, who is doing the work… Well, we don’t mind his presence. And the kitchen appliances are in the dining room and all our…
- August 12, 2005: Let Sleep Fall || No. of Comments: 5
It pleases me to fall asleep exhausted every night. When my head hits the pillow and I’m immediately entering REM cycles, I know that — in some fashion — I’ve earned that rest. Usually, that’s how it is; my mama raised a good sleeper. Sometimes though… Sometimes it backfires and exhaustion keeps me awake out of spite. I think of all the things I still need to do at work and process everything that happened that day. It’s especially loud if I made a mistake earlier in the day, even a small mistake like forgetting to change the date on…
- August 11, 2005: Why do I look so depressed today? || No. of Comments: 4
Take your pick: Because I’m at work.Because my feet look abnormally large.Because I’m wearing a pink shirt.Because I’m sitting alone on a couch.Because I missed the bus this morning by .5 seconds, or 2 steps, however you look at it.Because it’s raining. (No, wait, that’s good.)Because I’m at work. (No, really I don’t mind.)Because I was up late at focus groups and working on an HRC project.Because I have to move this weekend. No need to send me Wellbutrin, though. I’ll be just fine after some Caribou….
- August 10, 2005: Here’s Something for You to Do || No. of Comments: 0
… and it doesn’t even involve the bar. Sarah, an Open Doors reader, e-mailed the other day to tell me about an upcoming concert by Emm Gryner, a Lilith-fair-like, Montreal-based independent singer and songwriter. You can find audio samples of her music on iTunes and other places around the Web. The best part of the show? It’s at Sarah’s house in Minneapolis. And… it’s free. I’ll be in Milwaukee that weekend, but you should check it out if possible. Great Lakes Living Room Tour featuring Emm Gryner, Jenny Choi and Hattie 8:30 p.m. Friday, September 2 Uptown area of…
- August 5, 2005: This Makes Me Happy || No. of Comments: 4
True that this is the first time I met Josh H. and the second time I met Josh K. of Josh and Josh are Famous, but I’ll miss them after they move to NYC in a few weeks. I felt like I was getting my photo taken with celebrities. They ARE famous, you know. Their blog says so. Photo credit of a sweet girl that was with said Joshes. Forgive me for not remembering her name. I have that problem with women….
- August 4, 2005: What Did You Do at Work Today, Aaron? || No. of Comments: 9
Nothing, really. Just wore my co-worker’s apron and washed some dirty dishes. Same as always, really….
- August 3, 2005: Cinema in Loring || No. of Comments: 4
It was as if you invited a handful of people over for a movie and 1,000 showed up. But you didn’t care because they weren’t strangers, they were your friends, and so you simply compromised by moving the crowd to Loring Park, unfurling your blankets, removing your shoes to cool your hot toes, spreading out your crackers and drinks and dogs and gurgling babies, and settling in for a good James Dean flick. That’s how Monday was. The air cooled, humidity lifted and then fell again, dusk descended and Rebel Without a Cause was projected on a screen in front…
- August 2, 2005: It’s not Grand, but it’s Pleasant || No. of Comments: 12
So you know how I moved to south Minneapolis in May? Well, I did. To a nice little apartment on aptly named Grand Avenue. And I like it there. I walk to the lakes, to some good coffeeshops (hooray for veggie burgers at Anodyne) and the streaker is an added benefit. Not that he’s been back, but the hope is still alive. Life was grand on Grand Avenue until a month ago when our landlords sold the building and we received word that they would be turning our apartment into a condo. Aka, get the hell out. (At this point,…
- August 2, 2005: Saying the Wrong Thing || No. of Comments: 2
Maybe it’s because I’m entrenched in public-relations speak, but I often enjoy people who have a knack for saying the wrong thing. I cringe when the words fly, but it’s almost an enjoyable cringe. There is one person in particular who sometimes manages to offend even me with a marvelous lack of tact. Let’s call him Big Mouth. For example, last night we met some new people and Big Mouth’s first question was, “So what do you do?” The answer: “Well, nothing right now…” And his reply: “Oh, UNEMPLOYED! Scandalous! So are you living off the government?” “No, I’m living…
- August 1, 2005: Glam Rock and James Dean || No. of Comments: 2
It’s late notice but if you’re free tonight and in the Minneapolis area, you should join me at Loring Park for Summer Music and Movies, sponsored by the Walker Art Center. On the schedule for this evening: 7 p.m. Melodious Owl. High school glam rock. Listen. 8:45-ish: Rebel Without a Cause. James Dean, of course. I’ve never seen this movie, which is sad. Tonight that will change. If you miss this week, maybe you can make it next Monday. (Though I don’t know if I’ll be there; that’s too far ahead to plan.) Here’s the full schedule. Oh, please bring…
