Halfway through our Sunday walk, we crossed the bridge connecting Nicollet Island to Boom Island Park, a trail section that used to be a railroad line. A tiny, bright splash of red in the trees, just visible in this photo, reminded us that it’s officially fall.
Category: Living
Power-pole messages of hope
On 38th Street, my attention was caught by origami butterflies decorating power poles. Each pole also included an upbeat message like “In every setback there’s an opportunity for joy,” “Let gratitude be your compass in times of uncertainty,” and “Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you.” Truisms, maybe, but joy, gratitude, and hope are often choices.
I love cooking with wine…
…sometimes I even put it in the food. (I think I’ve used that line before.) Forgot to take a photo as I went about my day, so here’s me cooking dinner.
A bowl of comfort
I’d been looking forward to this yakisoba bowl at Zen Box Izakaya all day. I’d left home for school as the sun was rising after a late night (for us), and I’d taken on an extra class, a reading group. But it was a joy to work with the adult learners, always in good spirits, always trying hard despite fitting in their classes with family and job commitments.
Processing The Ruins: living, dying
Walked over to the Guthrie for the first production in the Dowling Studio since its closure due to the pandemic. The new play, The Ruins, is mildly surreal and explores themes of living well and dying well: I’m still figuring it out. Here, one of the two actors was already on stage as the audience filed in.
Dakota Rail Trail ride
Both my friend and I felt the last few miles of this year’s longest bike ride: a round trip on the Dakota Rail Trail from Wayzata to St. Bonifacius. We earned our lunch of coffee and salted caramel cheesecake, which we enjoyed in St. Bonifacius before burning it off on the ride back.
Bigfoot presages QAnon on campus
Spotted Bigfoot, a fraternity mascot, shuffling through the university. The barriers had been installed for crowd control for tonight’s Turning Point USA anti-anti-fascist rally at Northrop Auditorium.
Unconventional eggplant
Dwight brought these home from the farmers market yesterday: African eggplants, grown by farmers originally from West Africa. While cubing them, skin on, I noticed their internal structure was a little different from a conventional eggplant, but decided to go with my original plan: microwave for six minutes at 60% (as I usually do with eggplant), then saute in a pan before adding them to a slow braise. Dwight gave the final result a thumbs up.
Capital taking a rest
As I rode my bike on a random ride, I turned onto roads I don’t remember ever traveling. At the edge of a rail yard, empty railcars faced off against piles of container trailers and containers. In the distance, the towers of Minneapolis competed with an abandoned grain elevator.
Finding anti-fascism in a Minneapolis park
After giving up on finding a local or national Antifa office, I cycled in search of something tangible about the anti-fascist cause. Flags were at full staff at Sheridan Memorial Park when I paused at this sign commemorating American anti-fascist fighters of World War II. I appreciate how this park honors ordinary, working-class people, like Howard Weller (mask, complete with oxygen tubes) from Northeast Minneapolis, without glorifying war.