Japanese Mural

On my cycle ride through Nordeast Minneapolis, stopped to enjoy this mural by Japanese artist Yuya Negishi.

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Yes, it’s Art

On my walk through a University of Minnesota campus: three steel lattice beams set in concrete. I recall these were removed during a remodel, and the contractor got permission to create this installation. For some reason, it’s not included in the university’s list of public art.

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Fresh Snow on I-Beams

Looked out at the Molecule sculpture in Gold Medal Park: bright red I-beams, detailed with a layer of fresh snow, lit by the rising morning sun.

Live Orchestra

Tonight we have front row seats for a live Minnesota Orchestra performance. In different times, we’d be at Orchestra Hall.

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Molecule

Cycled through a sculpture called “Molecule” near the Molecular and Cellular Biology Building on the University of Minnesota’s East Bank Campus. Learned via Google it doesn’t depict a specific molecule.

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Poem on a Bridge

Read a poem while pushing my bicycle across a pedestrian bridge spanning sixteen lanes of traffic. Took one line literally, applied it to this week’s weather.

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Confronting History

Cycled around southeast Minneapolis looking for public art. This mask of Little Crow, chief of the Mdewakanton Dakota, is on sacred ground in Minnehaha Park. He was murdered by a settler in 1863 while picking raspberries. The Legislature awarded the settler $500.

Meeting Lucille van Pelt

Lucille van Pelt ambushed me with a “newspaper” outside the building where the Star Tribune is printed. On our “No-News Wednesdays” we carefully avoid all news, including the Star Tribune. Mercifully, Lucy’s news was a little out-of-date.

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Remembrance of Earth’s Past

It’s “No-News Wednesday,” a day without any news media. Made a dent in the second book in the “Remembrance of Earth’s Past” trilogy by Cixin Liu. I normally don’t go for science fiction, but this is a fine summer read. I get to see through Chinese eyes, dimmed by translation.

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Izzy’s Ice Cream

This week I bought our final Saturday evening ice cream treats from Izzy’s ice cream store just down the road from where we live. Covid-19, and the uncertainties it’s bringing, gate-crashed the business model; the store is closing. Izzy’s and our home are built on what was a polluted rail yard, a so-called brown field… Continue reading Izzy’s Ice Cream