This American Life

i used to be on different drugs for concerts–now it is a shot of Jameson and pint of Harp. the walk over from brit’s to the orpheum was perfect–it had just begun to snow. the light rail appears to depart from hennepin every 15 minutes on the quarter hour. this seat is perfect.
why are you blocking the exit? repeated three times in my way. tal had ended, i had eaited for the balcony to mostly empty, and exited the balcony stage left–very few people there–stage right was packed. men’s bath available, peed, all well. exit to the skyway wide open, but that seemed dubious. i did not want to go into the skyway. the stage left stairs were vacant and blocked by two ushers, one of whom informed the the stairs were closed. so i turned to my right and with dismay joined the grid lock of people aimed at the far stairs but not moving. elevator doors opened and i and an elevator’s square footage of other people bolted in. the doors closed and woman whose back i was pressed against commented that we’d probably be jammed in the crowd but just on the first foor. sore enough. again, a vacant exit blocked by ushers. that’s when i started my mantra. a man in an usher uniform carrying a walkie talkie motioned me toward the door. it was snowing and
slippery but if i wanted to take my chances… he opened the door and i went outside. see? he said. i said thank you for showing me, and thank you for letting me out. i shuffled away. i quickly became covered in snow. i thought about death and about how it is like birth. birth must seem quite unagreeable to the one being born. uterus ushers blocking all but one exit.

I am just flat out bushed

I am just flat out bushed. We did get our foot of snow from a weekend storm. So much of today was spent digging out. Last night we went to the Cedar Cultural Center and saw Erin McKeown. That was a late night with a bit of trudging through the snow too. This morning Dorothea went with me to the Quakers Adult Education about the meaning of membership. I have some other things queued up to post, most of which would be back dated, but for now I am done.

The quote below is

The quote below is a slightly cleaned up set of pages that I sent to myself on Thursday morning, from the kitchen. I was home in the morning before going to work, which was unusual. Usually, I am out the door by 6:30 on my way to the YWCA. But I was home to see Liam off to his school bus, since Dorothea had left to go up to Bemidji to attend at a birth for her sister Monica. (I am having some trouble with this expression, since it sounds to me like what I am saying is that Monica is being born, which isn’t true. Or is it?)

So, heaps upon heaps, we are going through some special times. First, Yuna is staying with us. Next, Elkam’s house has a fire, and she need a place to stay–which is with us, with is neato, but our headcount is now seven (including the dog) and then Dorothea leaves suddenly and returns a few days later totally wiped out. Liam leaves for Lac du Bois for the French camp and Yuna leaves for Red Lake for ice fishing. Plus, temps are below zero, and that’s hasn’t happened for awhile.

blender on the counter glass of orange juice syrup bottle no clean bowls ibuprofen on the kitchen floor dog water dish empty that is a bottom line cruel inhuman just yuck people need to do more

ordinary time maybe catholics have that one right long stretches of time where nothing special happens and then there are these intense times house fire birth and this is easy compared to what can be

Super Bowl Sunday raining on Prince

The quote below is a slightly cleaned up set of pages that I sent to myself on
Thursday morning, from the kitchen. I was home in the morning before going to
work, which was unusual. Usually, I am out the door by 6:30 on my way to the
YWCA. But I was home to see Liam off to his school bus, since Dorothea had
left to go up to Bemidji to attend at a birth for her sister Monica. (I am
having some trouble with this expression, since it sounds to me like what I am
saying is that Monica is being born, which isn’t true. Or is it?)

 

So, heaps upon heaps, we are going through some special times. First, Yuna is
staying with us. Next, Elkam’s house has a fire, and she need a place to
stay–which is with us, with is neato, but our headcount is now seven
(including the dog) and then Dorothea leaves suddenly and returns a few days
later totally wiped out. Liam leaves for Lac du Bois for the French camp and
Yuna leaves for Red Lake for ice fishing. Plus, temps are below zero, and
that’s hasn’t happened for awhile.

blender on the counter glass of orange juice syrup bottle no clean bowls
ibuprofen on the kitchen floor dog water dish empty that is a bottom line
cruel inhuman just yuck people need to do more

 

ordinary time maybe catholics have that one right long stretches of time where
nothing special happens and then there are these intense times house fire
birth and this is easy compared to what can be