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Another year. Yesterday would have been my brother’s 43rd birthday. Instead he didn’t live to see his 19th. Sunday night I saw Bill Callahan, again, at The Cedar. His music elicits an appropriately mournful response.

Five other items of note:

I’ve been overdoing it lately and I’m feeling worn out. Last weekend I bailed on half of our plans to focus on things at home. Like resting. And finally unpacking the Halloween decorations. And making the most amazing kale-pesto roasted beet pizza. And watching Daft Punk’s animated feature length film, Interstella 5555, as a household. It was enjoyed by all. Thankfully it’s MEA break at the end of this week. Gonna have a four day weekend with a much needed getaway.

my goofy guys

Yonder Is Closer to The Heart

Happy Friday! It’s also National Coming Out Day. And my awesome gay boss and her adorable family unit are featured in HuffPost. Pretty cool.

Five more good things for this fine Friday:

Halloween is on a Thursday night this year. Which means the kid and I still have to get up at 6am the next day. He would like for us to have a party at our place, on Halloween itself. But I’m thinking the weekend before might be better. Or maybe we’ll try to do two of them. I know several people, my boyfriend included, who are heading to The Cedar to see Jandek on Halloween. That is not for me. Halloween is my favorite holiday and must be properly observed. The bash being put on by the Swedish Institute looks rad but I’m not going to ditch my son in order to attend it. Though he’s really too old for trick or treating now (he declared this last year). It’s looking like the two of us will be having a backyard fire on All Hallows’ Eve instead. And that is just fine.

Wild!Wing video premiere show

Love At First Bite

That last Wednesday’s screening of Dracula in a cemetery was rained out was a sadness. But it will be attempted again tonight and it’s looking like blue skies. Or clear skies, at any rate (it is getting darker earlier and needs to be darkish before we can watch the movie outside, of course). The weather is impossibly gorgeous. Now. Last weekend it was wild and windy and rainy and changed about every 10 minutes. Naturally I had several family photo portrait sessions booked. But we managed. There were a few lucky windows of opportunity and indoor locations to fall back on. But now that it is distractingly lovely out I have hundreds of photos to edit.

Speaking of Dracula, I had no idea NBC is launching a new series based on the Dark Prince. And starring Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers (dude seriously needs to shave off his skeezy facial hair). And in it he’s employing an American accent. After viewing the trailer I was left with a whole lot of whaaaaat? But I’m sure I’ll watch it anyhow. An equally ludicrous looking Frankenstein movie is coming next year too, from the makers of Underworld. And starring actor Aaron Eckhart as the immortal undead action hero. What the hell is going on in Tinsel Town?

Five items of note:

  • Our partial government shutdown is pissing me off. Our elected representatives are clearly not doing their job. And info like this doesn’t help my opinion of them. Where Poor and Uninsured Americans Live: “The 26 Republican-dominated states not participating in an expansion of Medicaid are home to a disproportionate share of the nation’s poorest uninsured residents. Eight million will be stranded without insurance.”
  • This is purely ridiculous. The Snottiest, Snoggiest Jesus and Mary Chain Interview Ever, 1986 And I *still* regret giving them my money for their awful reunion show last year.
  • Thankfully this is a smile-inducing thing. Watch Bill Nye dressed like a robot dancing to Daft Punk. As is this: Norwegian TV Station to Air Five Straight Hours of Competitive Knitting
  • Also good, the Unseen Photo Fair: Unseen is an international photography fair focused on undiscovered photography talent and unseen work by established photographers.
  • I’ve read about this group of feminist Ukrainian protestors before, called FEMEN. And yes, as a feminist I do believe there’s plenty of injustice to protest in this world. Too much, really. It’s overwhelming. But somehow I doubt storming the catwalks of Paris is going to accomplish much. Other than annoying a small group of fashion designers and fashion lovers and making a momentary blip in the media coverage. But it did lead to me reading this interesting write-up:

    If you really want to make a clear statement about issues in the industry, you need to pick up the tools being used against women and work with them constructively. This is precisely what Rick Owens did at his Paris fashion week show, when he decided to design for – and present his collection with – a team of athletes from across the US. Futuristic sportswear in black, white and tan did not hang off teenagers, but was worn by healthy, powerful and ethnically diverse women, working together in performance.

    You’ve got to make change from within. Far more effective and powerful that way. In that same vein, Forget the Shame, This Store Uses Body Pride to Sell Its Clothes: A U.K.-based department store forgoes the professional model types to show their clothing on everyday people. More of that, please.

That was a particularly random roundup. So I’ll add this tidbit to the mix. A friend who was adopted recently ordered a DNA “health and ancestry” test via 23andme. My Dad was adopted and I would like to know more about where we come from. Hoping I can talk him into getting tested with me.

Union Depot

Happiness is Moments

We had another fine (and busy) weekend. A goodbye party with karaoke, a backyard fire, a Fall farm festival with friends, brunch, a visit with my Dad, a backyard BBQ with music. And I’ve been keeping the good mojo going into this week. After years of on-and-off YWCA membership we made the switch to the YMCA. The former was great for my son when he was young but they haven’t got much of interest for his teenage self. And the YWCA membership was only good at three locations. The YMCA gets us in to 21 metro locations. Many of which have “teen centers” and indoor badminton and racquet ball courts. One of the locations is within walking/biking distance of our place. I surprised myself by agreeing to meet with a personal trainer. At 7am MONDAY morning. I even biked over pre-sunrise, with my bike lights on. I need someone else to push me to get into a regular strength training routine so I’ve agreed to meet with him three more Monday mornings. Oof.

Five more good things for this Wednesday:

  • These Simpsonized drawings of Game of Thrones characters made me very happy. Until I realized that season four doesn’t kick off until Spring 2014. Groan. At least I’ve got a friend who wants to dress up as Daenerys Targaryen for Halloween (with her little dog in a dragon costume). That will help tide me over.
  • Bunge could become climbing gym: A Carlson student hopes to convert the abandoned grain elevator.
  • I don’t know what to make of this beautiful woman who is trying to get her boyfriend to give her an engagement ring, essentially buying his love with 300 delicious sandwiches. It is baffling. I cook for my boyfriend because I love to cook, and he enjoys my food. I’m not trying to get anything out of it other than the simple satisfaction of feeding someone I love. I am, however, amused by this woman’s take on it: Ordering 300 Sandwiches
  • I am so lucky to love where I work and to be able to maintain a sane work/life balance (particularly important as a single parent). But in the earlier days of my career there were times when it wasn’t all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. So I can totally relate to this: Chicago Native Quits Job In Spectacular Fashion
  • I have so much love for Tig Notaro. And every time her name comes up it seems to be in conjunction with something that makes me appreciate her even more. Like her Rookie Mag feature: Ask A Grown Woman. So rad.

My inner goth girl is geeking out over this. “Take-Up and All-Star Video are proud to present George Melford’s classic Spanish Language Dracula (1931, HD), that some argue is the better film, as a benefit for the beautiful and historic Pioneers and Soldiers Cemetery (2925 Cedar Avenue). Presented in Spanish with English subtitles.” Tonight! Hoping the rain holds off for this. I even have the hair to match the mood now. You can’t totally tell from the below photo but I just had my hair cut asymmetrical style, the way I had it in the late 80s/early 90s. Yeah I am 40 going on 15.

New hair that looks like my old hair from the 11th grade>

The Weight of the World

It’s too easy to slip into EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE mode. Always trying to find that balance between being informed (and perpetually horrified) and ducking my head in the sand. As if the “news” at large isn’t bad enough we’ve had a rough week at home, with a side of relief. The good? In July we grabbed the first available appointment with a specialist at Gillette Children’s Hospital. And after two months of waiting and hand-wringing it turns out my son’s scoliosis is minor. The lab tech who took the initial x-ray royally effed it up. They failed to ensure my son was standing straight. He has a teenage-y tendency to slouch and he had asked me to wait in the hall that day instead of joining him in the imaging room. They also failed to get a full x-ray of the spine. The partial x-ray from the neck to the waist that was sent over to the hospital baffled the spine surgeon. He ordered a new x-ray to get to the bottom of it. After examining my son he declared there is some slight sway in his spine. But nothing that should give him trouble in the long run. Particularly since he’s already had his major growth spurts and is nearly done growing. So there’s the good. The same day we received that news we found out something awful. Someone close to us has had their cancer return, and it is worse than before. And she is the mother of a young child. As a mother I can’t really wrap my head around this. And I can’t stop thinking about it. But when my brain gets stuck on the sad stuff, what do I do? I turn to the internet for distraction of course.

Five goofy distractions:

Yesterday was a particularly sad one. It marked one year since the horrible workplace shooting in North Minneapolis. My friend, and former brother-in-law, was fatally shot that day. And in the year since this happened there have been many other tragic shootings around the country. And not one bit of change to this nation’s gun violence laws. It’s such a highly polarized issue no progress is being made. If it’s all or nothing for both sides of course we’re going to be stuck. Oddly enough the most realistic take I’ve read on the situation was written by Anthony Bourdain:

There are a lot of nice people in this country. A whole helluva lot of them, like it or not, own AR-15s. If we can’t have at least, a conversation with them, sit down, break bread— about where we are going and how we are going to get there, there is no hope at all.

Cruelty, dancer

Borrowed Time

My body sure likes to rebel a lot. Seasonal allergies morphed into some serious sinus crud, with bonus barfing. And it had been a fairly pleasant weekend. We attended both nights of the first ever darkwave Terma Fest. Loved it but I only saw about half the bands each night - too tired/sickish. Photos to come soon. I also got a new bike. In black (in person the cream color was too yellow). We kicked back with my son and friends at the Two Pony Gardens Pizza Night. Went for a bike ride up Summit with my lovely boyfriend yesterday morning and had a lovely photo shoot with a family at Como Park in the afternoon. And then the sickness. And/or grossness. Laying in bed for now, feeling weak and kittenish. And hoping to recover quickly as there is much to do this week and weekend. As always.

Five items of note for this Monday:

My son got this super cool papercraft book for his birthday and he spent much of Sunday constructing them. Such focus! I love it when he gets in a groove like that. But I’d still like to get him outside a little more. I will be getting him out and over to a hospital on Wednesday. To determine what course of action we need to take to correct his scoliosis. Poor dude. It runs in my family. Hopefully we can get him straightened out (har) fairly easily.

balancing act

Thoughts Create Reality

The 24 hour news cycle sure can get me down. This morning I had to turn NPR off and switch over to music. We saw Savages Tuesday night and I’ve listened to Silence Yourself quite a bit since. As a photographer it was really hard to keep my camera in my bag but I respected the band’s request.

A NOTE FROM SAVAGES
Our goal is to discover better ways of living and experiencing music
We believe that the use of phones to film and take pictures during a gig prevents all of us from totally immersing ourselves
Let’s make this evening special
SILENCE YOUR PHONES

Thankfully most people around us respected this as well. It was like the olden days of show-going with everyone (up front at least) paying rapt attention to the performance without the distraction of glowing cameraphones being waved around. I did enjoy immersing myself in their set. So thank you Savages! This week I’ve been making more of an effort to focus on everything I’m doing, with a special emphasis on the happy-making elements. Like taking mid-day breaks for bike riding. And getting my son outside. And giving blood. And making excellent meals at home. And getting enough sleep. These aren’t new notions but every now and then I need an extra nudge in the right direction.

Five more awesome things for this Friday:

  • Fun and fab! London-based photographer Todd Antony recently spent some time in Sun City, a retirement city boasting 37,000 residents situated near Phoenix, Arizona, where he came across ‘The Sun City Poms’. They were very happy to be photographed striking their best pose against the immaculate backdrop of their sunny paradise. And on the other end of the age spectrum, ‘Meet B-Girl Terra, the Flyest Six-Year-Old Dancer Around
  • As a woman who has given birth to another human, I really like this 4th trimester photo project.
  • I always smile when I see couples wearing matching outfits. Mostly at the MN State Fair, it seems. But this is taking it to a new level! I’ve worn the same outfit as my husband for 35 years ‘If we need a new outfit, we go to the fabric shop together and pick out something we both like’ Also, this line: “Donald is an artist – he designed the now iconic pink plastic flamingos you see in gardens – so has an excellent eye for colour and is comfortable wearing distinctive designs.” Wacky.
  • Vertical gardens are the coolest. I love what French botanist and designer Patrick Blacn is doing and hope it catches on in other urban areas: Replanting the World’s Concrete Jungles, One Wall at a Time
  • Yep, this is my dream house. “The new ranch home: It’s prefab and fab, modular and modern, eco- and kid-friendly. And this Montana update of a 1950s icon makes the most of its Big Sky views”

Tomorrow night the boyfriend, my son and I are going to try another newer pizza farm. This one is closer to home, just outside the metro area in Long Lake, MN. It’s called Two Pony Gardens and I’ve been hearing good things about it. And the weather should be perfect.

yard gnome, protecting our back stairs

Attempting to Ascend

September has been flying by. School is back in session and sleep is suddenly that much more precious and somehow my son is FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. What? On Sunday we had our first birthday party at home in a few years. With pinatas in the garage. Badminton in the backyard. Pizza Luce delivered a pile of pizzas. My ex-husband made his usual delicious cupcakes. And we had a fire. And oh yeah a bunch of friends and some family. It was lovely. We lucked out that day. The weather this month has been just as scattered as my brain. For a while it creeped back into NOMG yuck temperatures, just in time for our trip to RenFest. After that I was ready to fast forward to the first frost, especially with my allergies laying the smackdown. But the weather is just right now. I’ve been pedaling around the neighborhood on my little chopper. And though I haven’t quite figured out my commuting situation yet (seems like I may stick it out with my beater car for a while) I’ve been looking at more recreational transportation options. Gears would sure be nice. There are some sweet looking step-through bikes out there, like the Bobbin Birdie and Brownie and the Globe Daily 3. But I think the winner is going to be the KHS Green Ladies Bike. I’ve read some favorable reviews. It would be nice to have next month when we head up North and hit the Mesabi Trail.

Five or more awesome things:

Speaking of:

Stop Telling Women to Smile is an art series by Tatyana Fazlalizadeh. The work attempts to address gender based street harassment by placing drawn portraits of women, composed with captions that speak directly to offenders, outside in public spaces. Tatyana Falalizadeh is an illustrator/painter based in Brooklyn, mostly known for her oil paintings. Having recently branched out into public art as a muralist, STWTS was born out of the idea that street art can be an impactful tool for tackling street harassment. STWTS started in Brooklyn in the fall of 2012. It is an on-going, travelling series and will gradually include many cities and many women participants. Street harassment is a serious issue that affects women world wide. This project attempts to take women’s voices, and faces, and put them in the street - creating a presence for women in an environment where women are a lot of times made to feel uncomfortable and unsafe.

There is a kickstarter here: STWTS is a traveling public art series that places portraits of women on outdoor walls to address gender based street harassment. I backed it, of course.

Birthday boy with special birthday battle axe

It’s Not the Heat, It’s the Humidity

August was just as much of a whirlwind as I’d expected. We spent much of it traveling, which was great (the boyfriend and I loved Toronto and Montreal while my son enjoyed Vancouver). But the bits of August that were spent at home were miserable. The humidity was officially TOO MUCH. Record breaking heat indices and blah blah blah. Causing discomfort far worse than winter’s bite. Sure, winter can kill you too. But at least winter allows for the possibility of comfort. By bundling up to face the harsh elements, and layering indoors to stay warm along with baking and cooking, which are two of my favorite activities. But the heat has since broken and we’re miserable for other reasons. It’s BACK TO SCHOOL. And back to the 6am wake-up call. And back to too much to do, not enough time and not enough sleep.

How about five good (or at least interesting) things:

It hasn’t been all bad since our vacations came to an end. I enjoyed my first ever Stiftungsfest, in the boyfriend’s small hometown. And I took the kid to the 2nd annual Internet CatVidFest, this time at the State Fair. But I’ve also been worrying about my nephew in Afghanistan - he sends me bittersweet updates when he can. And I stupidly dropped my iPhone, shattering the screen and incurring a $150 repair fee. And I’ve been debating whether to a) ditch my car altogether and solely use a combo of mass transit/HourCar/human power or b) obtain a loan to buy a new-to-me car or c) delay the decision by trying to keep my beater running a little while longer. The jury is still out.

My son & I with the Lil Bub cutout

My Passion for Transcendence

Life has been filled with sucker punches lately. Nuisances or hindrances that could be deflected one at a time but are too much to bear when the world’s fists of fury are pummeling away at you. And making everything feel so much harder than it needs to be. I kinda want to hide out in a sensory deprivation tank for a spell. But instead it is time to go on vacation, again. The big trip we’ve been planning since late winter. Maybe I’d be more excited about it…if AirBnb hadn’t texted me a reminder at 3:30am this morning, waking me up. Stress + exhaustion are not a good combo. I’m sure I’ll feel better once we’re in Canada, embarking on our Scott Pilgrim Pilgrimage in Toronto and strolling through the Mile End neighborhood of Montreal.

Here are five good things:

When we return I’ll be making a major lifestyle decision. I can already tell which way I’m going to go, with my gut. I believe it is time for me to join the ranks of the car-less again. My current car is paid for, sure, but it was also totaled last year. As wonderful as my mechanic is I have spent far too much time visiting him in the last year. It’s time to get rid of the rust bucket and get creative! I already walk to and from the nearby grocery store. And we live close to several Hour Car hubs so I can always grab a car when I need it. And I frequently work from home these days. And my son will be taking the school bus both ways this coming school year. And the lovely boyfriend lives with us and has a nice, newer reliable car that I can make use of now and again, for grocery-getting or whatever. I will continue mulling it over and do some more number crunching but I do believe it will be the best way to go. And it will feel particularly good when I donate my beater to the charity of my choice.

I liked this duck towel, and the wee little swimsuit in the tree