Microblog

Cycled to my weekly gig in this building. A hundred years ago Swedes and Norwegians came here to learn. Today, Somalis follow in their footsteps.

Walked past the dilapidated 1884 Commutator Brass Foundry Co. Building in the Minneapolis Warehouse District. Delighted to learn it will be preserved and incorporated into new construction.

It was a good day for lunch with tater tots, and pulled pork topped with crispy onions, washed down with Surly Furious. Coleslaw provided guilt-alleviating cruciferous.

“What does it mean?” asked a young woman, fresh from an art show at the Weisman. “Whatever you want,” I replied, “Students have been throwing their shoes at that tree for decades.”A student overheard us: “They do it when they graduate,” then he quickly added, “But I won’t.”

Posted A Man in a Machine.

Welcomed UK-designed and built Anglepoise lamps into our home. They first came out in 1935. I studied with one in the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s. This is new, essentially the 1970’s model with a twist: a Mondrian/De Stihl-inspired paint job.

Took a sneak peek at our new home. We move in, mid January.

Cycled with a friend on trails we’d never explored before, southwest of Minneapolis. Stopped for coffee at a mega-church. The coffee was good, the atmosphere was corporate.

Wandered around the State Fair in the rain.

Sought inspiration at Architectural Antiques.

Posted Deluge at Father Hennepin Bluff Park.

Cycled down the middle of what is usually a busy thoroughfare. Franklin Avenue had been closed temporarily to traffic for about 20 blocks as part of the Minneapolis Open Streets initiative.

After modest purchases at Mill City Farmers Market, we kept on spending.

Cycled across Stone Arch Bridge in the rain.

An arriving train interrupted their games.

Our nephews had a grand time trying to drown each other.