They always find a vein… eventually.
Category: Living
Overthinking Polenta
Over-thought soft polenta, it’s been a slow day. I’ve been making it 1:3, cornmeal to water. Looked up the basic recipe in The Silver Spoon (1:2) and Joy of Cooking (1:4). Ultimately, split the difference and opted for 1:3, as before. I guess you just make it the way you like it.
Best Parade
On my cycle ride, found the best 4th of July parade, ever.
A Dodgy Cop
Took pleasure in destroying an illegally posted sign that said COVID is a hoax… until a cop pulled up to tell me I was breaking the law (false), and that COVID is a hoax (false). Silently photographed the cop and the remains of the sign, then wheeled my bicycle down the street.
Lake of the Isles (Again)
Walked around Lake of the Isles.
Lawlessness
Caught glimpses of the Mississippi below through cracks and gaps as I wheeled my bicycle across the bridge. The railroad company had installed a steel grid walkway for their workers over rotting and missing boards. A sign that once stated “No Trespassing” exuded lawlessness.
Interracial Housing
Cycled along a street of 28 modest homes constructed in the 1950s as part of the first privately-developed interracial housing project in Minneapolis, and one of the first housing projects in the country to offer federal-government-insured (FHA) mortgages.
A Solution in Search of Problems
Installed a smart lock. Now I need to dream up some use cases for it.
The Willey House
On my cycle ride, down a dead-end street in an unassuming Minneapolis neighborhood: The Willey House. Built in 1934, it’s the first home Frank Lloyd Wright designed for a middle-income family. Although only the garage is visible from the street, the heritage is clear.
Better than Zoom
Got to see our nephews and their mom in Gold Medal Park, in person for the first time since February. No hugs, but it beats Zoom.