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Friday, August 5, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Spontaneous Winter Saturdays and Wine Mugs.
As I kick back with my feet up, I reminisce and think about the spontaneous Saturday late lunch with my Dad, then a Spontaneous Luminary Loppet snow-shoeing with my Mom on Lake of the Isles, Minneapolis. In my reflection, I pour myself a nice glass of Spanish wine into my favorite carousal wine-mug. I continue tipping the wine-mug back, in pure satisfaction with my spontaneous day, until, lo and behold my wine-mug is empty. I look inside the mug and can't help but notice the red cracks that, in metaphor, paint the picture of the veiny long-lived life of liquid enjoyment. I also notice the stained spots from which it was poorly hand washed. Nevertheless; dirty, stained, & cracked, my wine-mug is loved and appreciated by me.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Ovens, Buses, Cold Weather, and Art.
I love Minneapolis:
When functional art, advertisements, buses, and cold weather combine. Creativity at its best!
Thank you Caribou Coffee for keeping our bussers warm!!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
A Razor, Scissors, Vanity and A Comb
It never fails...once I get ahold of these Highly refined cutting tools, I feel this undeniable rush of exhilaration...an excitement for the changes I am about to endure.
However, this time it was different. It wasn't like when I was 16 years old and making social statements by changing my hair cut and color with every moon cycle. Although, admittedly still howling at the full moon, I am not interested in challenging the social norm anymore.
As I gripped the scissors, I was surprised to find myself drifting into this, all too familiar, calming trance state of mind. Slowly sliding the razor's edge against each bundle of hair, I began to trim back the dead lengths. Receiving some sort of seemingly twisted enjoyment, I listened to the blade slice through the fine strands as I sculpt the jagged edges of the growing mass atop my head.
Initially, the finished result left me quite satisfied. I had cute new bangs and my head felt about 30 lbs lighter. Yet, for whatever reason, this dramatic change didn't thrill me like it used to. Instead I was strangely feeling slightly robbed. Stripped of my progress and hard work, from my years of dedication and discipline. My lovely long locks that had become such a defining characteristic for me in the past five years was now chopped into tiny bits...and I was the only one responsible to blame for this catastrophe. There it was, looking so pathetic, and spread chaotically in a messy heap on my bathroom floor.
I gave it one more good glance, inhaled...exhaled... then I swept it up and tossed my Vanity into the trash.
Without even looking into the mirror, I smiled and walked away.
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