I’ve started something kind of different. I began to write about this ongoing historical quest I’ve been on for over two decades now. It quickly became apparent that to tell the story was going to take more than one blog post–or a few. In fact, the project turned out to be so deep and layered that I ended up forming a whole new blog just to tell it in. The first post is up. It’s also my first attempt at a pencast; I hope my scratching isn’t too difficult to read.
As it’s a new blog and I realize that registering to comment on my site is kind of a PITA, if you want to leave your comments here instead, you may. I really had no time to configure the site other than basic setup and formatting.
Attention, Minnesotans: The Haupt Antiek Market of Apple Valley, in addition to committing crimes against spelling, sell keychopped jewelry. Do not patronize them.
W.A. Mozart
Jan 27, 1756 – Dec 5, 1791
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…that I am too stupid to install Moveable Type.
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3. Your favorite part of where you live
The interior of Quarry Hill park is my favorite place to go. There are so many little hidden places and things to explore, and miles of hiking. There is a huge variety of terrain within a relatively compact park, making it a great place to hike barefoot.
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2: One Mile Away
This is the view of Rochester from atop Quarry Hill, which is approximately 1 mile from my house.
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1. Your Ride
This is my little pony, The Solar Express.
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I went to the Bear Creek pow wow today. And I thought Kansas City was bad–it was just as hot, with humidity. It’s amazing the pow wow dancers didn’t pass out from the heat. As it was, they were doing shorter dances, taking frequent breaks, and alternating dancers so no one spent too much time out in the circle.
Unfortunately, I got paged and had to go into work 1/2 an hour into the ceremonies. The photos I took in that time were few and not very good. The handful that I uploaded to Flickr were the best of that crop, doing what I could with the material I had to work with. I’m not very happy with the results. I may go back for the 2nd day tomorrow, but it’s supposed to be even hotter (97), so I don’t know if I will or not. But I want to buy one of those linen shirts, and Arvel Bird’s Totem Animals CD. Dammit.
This Friday’s theme: the ’80s.
Something from the ’80s you can’t let go of.
Yes, it’s that legendary ball team of eternal suckiness rivaled only by the Chicago Cubs: the Kansas City Royals. They did win the World Series once. Twenty years ago. They will again. Someday. Really. Stop laughing. Accompanying the Royals is my faithful, fuzzy companion Gizmo. For some reason, wherever I have set up shop, Gizmo has not been far away. Hmm… Perhaps if we fed the Royals after midnight…
A picture of you from the ’80s.
Seriously, I couldn’t find any others. Not even my graduation photos. Sure, I could’ve scanned the yearbook, but how awful would that have looked? Certainly not worse that what I’ve posted, you say? Well, yah, you’re probably right, but I definitely look cooler in this photo.
A CD or movie you have from the ’80s.
I didn’t own any CDs during the ’80s. I do, however, own lots of vinyl, most of it as dorky as this stuff.
