On Valentine’s Day I fully intended to post a round up of semi-romantic items but was too busy. First off, Thursday morning a strange howling sound awakened St. Paul. I was awake but somehow I didn’t hear it! Bummer. Friday I had a busy day of working from home, running errands, and getting my art hung for the evening’s show - all before the boyfriend came home from work. I attempted to wear my sparkly dress with the sequins but remembered how much the sequins chafe. I’ve got to figure out a way to mitigate that. Thankfully I found a back-up dress before it was time for dinner at The Craftsman. Two Cava cocktails with dinner and I could have easily gone straight to bed after. But I rallied and headed to the house show where my photos were hanging, along with some other pretty awesome art. But Saturday I was wrecked. I have rarely been hungover. I blame it on not drinking enough water before bed. None of my Saturday plans came to pass, aside from seeing The Secret Life of Walter Mitty at the Riverview with the guys and getting dinner at Vo’s. Still, not a bad weekend.
Not necessarily five good things this time. More like fascinating and/or bittersweet items:
- A night in the life of: time-lapse photos capture lovers ‘dancing’ as they sleep
- A depressing piece about the objectification of our bodies. “What goes on in our minds when we see someone naked? The more we see of a person’s body the stupider they seem.” Oh the human animal.
- More than 4,000 condoms are being delivered to the country’s “most romantic” cities in an attempt to raise awareness of the world’s endangered species. This includes my city of St. Paul.
- Ellen Page! I already enjoyed her as an actress. But I love that she came out, and the way in which she did it. Particularly because it was so inclusive. She talked about humanity as a whole rather than dividing us into sub-categories. I whole-heartedly agree “this world would be a whole lot better if we just made an effort to be less horrible to one another.” Full speech here.
- Maggie Estep, Slam Poetry Performer, Dies at 50. Major bummer. More about her here. Spoken word isn’t necessarily my thing but I could have listened to her talk all night. I feel like we would have gotten along really well. One piece in particular captures me perfectly: I am an emotional idiot.
The weekend before last my friend Luke put on his Drone Not Drones benefit show for Doctors Without Borders. I was there for roughly half of the 28 hour event and the boyfriend was there for an even greater chunk of it. I did manage to stay awake for his 2am set but I was too exhausted to take photos of it (though I took photos of other performers, when I was more alert). Not sure how many girlfriend demerits that’s worth. Anyhow, Luke plans to have streaming audio available soon. And donations are still being accepted here.