St. Cloud or bust

I went to St. Cloud, Minnesota for a press check. I flew into Minneapolis, and to rediscover my Edmonton roots, I headed straight for the Mall of America. After the lustre wore off (after about a half hour) I checked out the Walker Art Center, which is worth a visit if you find yourself in the area.

St. Cloud was a lot of waiting around and computing and watching t.v. But I got to watch Can't Buy Me Love again, which is probably one of my favorites. The best part is when he picks up the African dance moves on t.v. But I also loved this part where they're in Home Ec. class, and this dude is wearing an apron without a shirt on:


It was nice to get away from the hustle of New York and St.Cloudians are really nice people. But one thing I won't miss is trying to fall asleep to the sounds of the rowdies in front of the bar across the street, the Red Carpet, and the same flute playing busker who didn't have anything in his repertoire other than a couple top 40s hits that were bad enough on the radio let alone played on the flute.

Chinese Shadow Puppet Show - AMAZING.

This is great. Early cinema! Fun cos you can see the process behind it. The human heads are my favourite! Shadow Puppets.

(psst... BOOMSHINE!)

BOOMSHINE.
Whoa. So this is what it feels like to be hooked on an addictive substance like cigarettes or heroin or WEEDS. Warning: if you already hate your job, this might very well reduce your productivity to the level of Kim Jong Il's last approval rating.

WEB NUGS

Six worthy nuggets from the vast interweb.

1. THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE INTERVIEW. EVER.

2. STATEN ISLAND NINJA

3. SNARLS AND BITES

4. CAPTURE THAT MAGIC MOMENT

5. WERNER HERZOG IS INTERVIEWED... AND SHOT!

6. NATURE'S PLATFORM

One for the Lady

All this talk about human stuff and we've barely touched on a whole third of this household: Lady. It's been a pretty big year for her already...she doubled her roaming/stalking real estate, lost two teeth, celebrated a fourth birthday, and has been diagnosed with a disease contracted from living the trife life. Much to her chagrin, this disease calls for strawberry flavoured meds—the morons who made this stuff only made a formula for children which doesn't go over well with the feline crowd. She chose to starve rather than eat her strawberry infused beef bowl—who wouldn't? We had to resort to shooting the medicine into her mouth from a syringe. This happens in the split second that we can keep her mouth open while trying to keep her head straight and stop her from wiggling out of the straight-jacket-like blanket we wrap her up in. Cats are slippery creatures so some of the meds invariably end up on her face, appearing as though she has applied lipstick. This is an endless source of humour and almost makes medicine time one of the highlights of the day!

Medieval Life Crisis

Damn.
I'm already 30.
I still live in my home fief.
I can't stand my liege lord. This isn't how I thought my life would turn out. I'm not the serf I thought I would be.

I don't care what Gwendolyn says. I'm buying a catapult.

New year, new apartment!

Okay, so neither the year nor the apartment is all that new, but blogging about stuff months after it happened is just how we do things around here. We've had a couple months to evaluate our move to the predominantly Polish neighbourhood of Greenpoint, Brooklyn, or PoHo (as coined by Thomas) and the verdict is: We love it! Harlem will always have a place in our hearts, but heck, what's not to love about having more than one room, not being on the 5th floor of a walk up, and enjoying a corner suite facing a park full of drunks? Not to mention the space has done wonders for Lady's disposition, she doesn't attack us nearly as much since we got here. She's even taken up the guitar!