On this day every year I find myself dwelling on the DEEP THOUGHTS. Or just plain sappy and schmaltzy and maudlin ones. Because my life changed forever on September 15th, 1999. In ways I would never have been able to anticipate. And today my son is fifteen years old. Wowzers.
Five random yet somewhat related things:
- Bittersweet. “When artist Ania Dabrowska started working with Diab Alkarssifi, a homeless Lebanese man in London, she made a startling discovery. He was a compulsive photographer with a hoard of unseen pictures from his homeland.” A lost Lebanon - in pictures. I’m not sure if my family has any photo stashes like that from Lebanon but I should find out.
- This is pretty neat. Every Ikea Catalog Cover Since 1951. The year of my birthday, 1973, is pretty weird. Puffy denim floor rolls? I don’t know man.
- Tomorrow night we’re seeing Shonen Knife at the Turf Club. They are an amazing all-female pop punk band from Japan and this will be their 1000th show together. Their first having been in 1981. I’ve only seen one of those performances and it was some time in the 90s, before my son was born.
- Peter S. Beagle wrote one of my favorite books that became a quirky yet class animated film in 1982 and now The Last Unicorn will be screening at The Riverview Theater a couple of times this week, with the author in attendance. We’ll be there. I watched it with my son when he was much younger so we both have nostalgia.
- Much of my life revolves around autism and cats, and we’re in MN. We are not alone! Another very dedicated cat lover - who happens to be on the spectrum - did a neat thing. Finding Minnesota: The Feline Fun House: “Krueger’s four cats get to look down on their owner from nearly 100 yards of catwalks through every room.”
We moved in May. Nearly four months ago. But our garage was chock full of our unneeded stuff until just this past weekend. We finally made a dent. Over half the contents of the garage are now gone. Out of our lives FOREVER! A genius goddess friend had a yard sale yesterday and let us unload our biz there. She happens to live on Nicollet, right on the Open Streets route. So much foot traffic! Everyone who was selling their goods made a killing. The redistribution of our usable belongings makes me feel better too. I happened to be sitting on the lawn when an adorable 11 year old girl bought a pair of my old platform black combat boots for a buck.