Paradise.

Thinking about it, other than the shootings and the crime this is a sort of paradise. Fritters in the morning, a dip in the lake for lunch, living up amongst the leaves. It is nice.

Home

So I get home last night and it's sweltering, there are people all over the streets, the poor and the Cubs night gamers, sirens and unmarked cars all over the place. All the comforts of home. Then at around midnight the power goes out in the neighborhood, so I stumble over the things I've brought back from Minneapolis in the dark and hop into bed and am nearly asleep when I hear a loud "bang" and then sirens sirens sirens. And of course when I wake up in the morning my network is all messed up. But damn it all, it's good to be home. If the feces and needle count isn't too high I'm going for a wade today.

God Bless The Cannons

So the only thing keeping me in this town now is the disposition of my bed. Fortunately, Kevin Cannon has agreed to take the bed and a number of other sundries off of my hands. God bless the Cannons! I'll be able to head out tomorrow at a decent hour and have a nice leisurely drive home. To my wife I leave my second best bed.*

* This is not literal, and only barely literary.

Almost Done

It was a bittersweet cacophony last night with the Roe Family. I sat through the entire set and passed on my broom and board to Q. at the end of the night. A new broom player will appear at some point. Hopefully he can make good use of my gear. I will more than likely miss the Roe Family Singers. Even when the most proper care is taken attachments may form.



I am sitting outside good ol' Muddy Waters on Lyndale. There was a fritter donut sitting on the counter but it's all wrong, all wrong. The dough is hard and crumbly like a donut, there's much too much cinnamon. This is basically a cinnamon roll in the guise of a fritter. The coffee though is most agreeable.

Max was in town hanging out with Britt. Apparently his identity was stolen. We seem to agree that we should be a comic of our own, much like Kevin and Zander. Following model, I'll be the tall goofy one and he'll be the short mean one. In a reversal, I'll be goofy and say things about how business and corporations and wealth stratification are good things, but in a dopey way.

I am almost done clearing out the apartment. From craigslist things came, to craigslist they return. Let us ponder this lesson. Pondering... pondering...

Wired

So I woke up this morning and did a little programming and then got the funny idea to convert my phone jacks into ethernet jacks. Much easier than I thought - the place has cat5 cable running through it, just needed to switch out the jacks.