documenting the crazy, part one.

as horrified as i am that Michele Bachmann has made it this far in her delusion of presidential grandeur, i have to admit that she- and the chaotic circle of crazy that surrounds her- is pretty darn entertaining.

Exhibit A- this profile by Rolling Stone. (source of above illustration) i feel like the writer really captured the horrified awe i feel for her. such a fun read with so many LOL-worthy moments.

Exhibit B- the same day i read the RS article, this happened. really. you just can't make this stuff up.

Exhibit C- no musician wants her using their music...

Exhibit D- except, of course. this guy. he's gladly offered his own music for M.Bach, particularly a song called (forgive me) "Wang Dang Sweet Poontang." go ahead and Google those lyrics, if you dare.

to be continued, i'm sure...

The corpse springs to life.

News Cut is a blog by Bob Collins on the MPR website, and i love it. local, regional, and national goings-on, with a twist of wry humor sprinkled in. i like it so much that when we were at the MN State Fair last year, i thought the guy working the MPR booth was Bob, and wanted to say hi but was struck by a sudden case of Shy. (turns out it wasn't him, so good thing i followed my instincts)

anyway, after returning from Como this morning, i thought the Corpse Flower was something he might dig, so i sent him a quick email about it with a picture i had taken. within an hour of me hitting send, he posted on the blog:

neat, huh?

it's busy in here.

a quick record of the last weekish...

last week matt had tracking sessions until 9-10pm every night, and i was at home trying not to bond with a cat who has basically adopted us. (this was far more emotionally taxing than it sounds) on friday one of our besties (i hate that word but strangely wanted to use it) was in town for just a few days, so i rescued him from the burbs and we drank a pot of coffee together at the B Dub and caught up on major life happenings. then we found our way to the Triple Rock for some happy hour burger baskets and hang time with matt and another old friend. the next day we picked him up and hung out for a while at matt's studio, listening to new greycoats and marveling at matt's incredible talent. then we went down to St. Anthony Main and wandered along Water Power Park, had an early dinner and dropped matt back at the studio for rehearsal. we continued the fun at the new Wilde Roast Cafe, which has relocated to St. Anthony Main. a little wine and creme brulee and more catching up, musing about growing up and the inevitabile changes that come with it.

sunday morning was filled with chores and as much laundry i could pack in, then i was off to Como Conservatory with another friend to see the infamous Corpse Flower! i had learned of this plant years ago, and was so delighted and intrigued by it, i included it in my list of things i want to see or do before i die. my buddy let me know that Como had one and it was about to bloom, and i began to obsessively watch the "Corpse Cam" for updates about when it might bloom. we knew Sunday was too early but figured better to see it pre-bloom than miss it entirely! after spending some time with the Corpse Bud, we toured the other plant rooms, mourned that the sloth was off breeding and we wouldn't get to see her, and took a look at some of the other animals in the zoo. then back home and i was off to meet up with another out-of-town friend, who i learned only the day before would be in town for a conference. he was an intern of mine back in 2004, and i had only seen him once since then. after navigating the mess of the U under road construction, we miraculously found each other and had dinner at Punch, filled with more catching up on each other and mutual friends. a quick pit stop at the house to meet matt and then he was safely back at the U and i was finally home from an unusually busy Sunday.

this week has continued in a similar fashion- Monday was another chiropractor appointment, this one longer because they finally took an X-ray of my foot. (no stress fracture, so good news i guess) then errands and making food for Tuesday's dinner at a friends' house. Tuesday was back to the grocery store to get the things i forgot on Monday and dinner with the friends, followed by a last-minute detour to the studio at 10pm because one of the musicians from that day's session thought he left his keys there. it was worth it just to meet him, though- a very large African American man who when we met, gave me a hug "just for comin' out." thanks guy. today i left work for a few hours to go see the Corpse Flower in full bloom, and tonight is Greycoats at the Varsity. tomorrow is hopefully exchanging my running shoes for a better fit, and a test run. and Friday is a concert at the Minnesota Zoo that i haven't even had time to get excited about yet- The Monkees. they were the first "band" i ever loved, and Mickey Dolenz was my first celebrity crush. i still love his voice, and believe (along with his bandmates) that he should have been the lead singer. they are doing a reunion tour, and i decided to take advantage of what will probably be my last chance to see a group who i dearly loved as a child.

Saturday and Sunday should be quiet, and all i want to do for the 4th is bike downtown to the Mississippi and watch the fireworks. this introvert needs a little respite from all the fun.

23june

‎2 tickets to Bon Iver in September and i get to hang with a long lost buddy tomorrow. this week is looking up...

Heaven is okay, but

from here

whoever made this is a fan of The Wire, right?

those hamsters in the toaster get me every time.

Regrets of the Dying

a woman who worked as a caretaker for the dying records the regrets she heard most often from her patients. the full post is here, but here's the list of regrets:

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

2. I wish I didn't work so hard.

3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.

4. I wish I'd stayed in touch with my friends.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

quite the mandate to those of us still here.

Turtles in the News

both far and near. (in case you are wondering, the photo above is "near.")

Sorry Frank.

postsecret: A friendly reminder; mail any secret on a postcard, and be as creative as you like, but please...no glitter, no blood.

Minneversary

this week marks 10 years since i first stepped foot into the great state of Minnesota. i posted this on FB and someone suggested instead of "anniversary" i should call it my "Minneversary." which of course i love... so Happy Minneversary to me!

(photo from CityPages, i think)

gangsta.

jkottke: This photo of the two Peregrine Falcon chicks living on the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge looks like a rap album cover. http://flic.kr/p/9Pkg7h