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Fiction with Humorous Elements

It was a near-perfect evening. After school I took the little man to the Minneapolis Central Library. The children’s area is so amazing. We loaded up on some great-looking books, then headed over to Evergreen to fill our bellies. We nearly had the place to ourselves, and the everfood was delicious as always. Next up was the Electric Fetus, for that Kristin Hersh in-store performance. We got there in time to land a prime spot, front and center. I hadn’t seen her in a few years, but she sounded great. But then, about two songs in, the little man clamped his hands over his ears and started gently rocking back and forth. It seems the sound was just too much for him. I led him farther away, hoping that would do the trick, but he took this as his cue to head for the door. I tried compromising, but he wasn’t having any of it. We had been away from home for nearly eleven hours at this point, so I grudgingly gave in.

Speaking of ears, lately I’ve had trouble keeping track of ear-related items. I lost my 6 gauge earrings in Duluth. Wednesday I lost their replacements…at the gym. It may have happened on the track. Or on the treadmill. Or, who knows, maybe upon arrival when I took my scarf off and hung up my coat. I love my green scarf, but it loves to yank earrings right out of my lobes. Wherever it happened, I only had those suckers a matter of days before I lost them. Looks like I may need to go back to captive beads. Then when I got to work yesterday morning I pulled my powerbook out of my backpack and reached for the headphones too. I discovered the fuzzy foam cover for the left side is missing. Hopefully still at home. Somewhere. Sigh.

a character from some show I've never seen or heard of

Bonus: Even though it’s still colder than a [insert your favorite euphemism here], I may finally get us out to the Art Shanty project tomorrow. For two important reasons. First: tomorrow there wil be live music all day long. And, most importantly: Art Cars on Ice! I’m a sucker for an art car parade.
Plus: Over the years I’ve cracked lord knows how many French press carafes. The latest casualty occurred last week. So I’ve finally given up and I ordered a pricier yet indestructible Bodum, made of stainless steel. No glass or other vulnerable bits to be broken.
And: Not in English, but if the words are as amazing as the pictures, wow. I give you Therapeutic Pictionary.


  1. emily wrote:

    Let me know how the Bodum works out….I’ve been eyeing it for a while now. I’m currently still sporting my 4-cup Krups drip maker, which I’ve had forever.

    Art cars! There was an art car that used to be permanently stationed by my old apartment. Hundreds of doll heads, all over. I don’t know if it was “art” as much as it was “mental illness”….the guy that owned it was totally Whack. :)

    Saturday, February 10, 2007 at 12:15 am | Permalink
  2. zophia wrote:

    i didn’t know bodum made indestructible metal, the fiance and i just registered for a bodum glass tea pot which i will have to remember not to let you touch :P

    Sunday, February 11, 2007 at 5:24 pm | Permalink
  3. Zophia, you are a wise woman.

    Emily, I am loving it so far, but definitely get the bigger version. The alledged “three cup” only produces one cup of coffee. Also, we, sadly, didn’t make it out to the art car parade on the lake, but we never miss the one on land…in the summertime. And I think it’s safe to say that art car people are a little loopy. Just the way I like ‘em.

    Monday, February 12, 2007 at 9:03 pm | Permalink
  4. lily wrote:

    I adore the toy in this photo so much… do you know what it is/where it came from? I think my desk may need one :)

    Sunday, February 18, 2007 at 2:02 pm | Permalink
  5. Ah, I believe the character’s name is Mr. Blik, from a teevee show we’ve never seen called Catscratch. The little man received this toy as a treat from one of his teachers. It is totally cute. And, you pull on his head, his eyes light up.

    Sunday, February 18, 2007 at 5:18 pm | Permalink

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