hot town

summer in the city.



















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from FailBlog.org

And I am extremely terrified of the reality of this and what it says about the state of the world.

"Dedicated to the lovely, shapely, skinny Sue Evans, with the beautiful box."

these directions are wrong. ahem. the correct directions to Kerouac's grave are, "WHISKEY", children. "WHISKEY".


P.S.



ohhhhhh.

You Can't Blame the Youth

If you really want to know I'll tell you why.

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TVs.


so true.

Last night I dreamt that I was at a huge kite-flying party. Today I was scouring the internet to see if any event of that nature was scheduled, but I found nothing (just missed the last one by a week). HOWEVER! I did find a Flickr account belonging to a Sir MNKiteman.

MNkiteman is a dude who takes amazing bird's-eye-view photos from a kite! Check out his photostream!

Some of my faves:

Valley Fair Parking Lot


Some Art Shanties


Stillwater, MN


MayDay!




WOW!

I really hope I run into this kite guy somewhere around town!

dinkytowna BEEN done dead.

by Simi Murumba


The Dinkytowner Cafe bids farewell on May 31 and I'm not mourning.

It is home to what was once a live and youthful hip hop community - full of momentum. But for the past year or so, The Dinkytowner has done little more than represent the dead horse we are preverbially beatboxing over. I hate to be the one to say it, but it's gotten pretty sad.

Think about how little we're losing, versus how much more we should be doing anyway. It was a sinking ship.

Hip hop and the Dinkytowner are like that awful couple who, when paired, do nothing but lay around, just getting stoned and ordering delivery food because they've been in sweatpants watching reality TV for days. You know the ones. They're the lameness enablers. The lamenablers.

All I know is, it's time to crack a window.

Let's take them out of their comfort zones. Let's push hip hop back out into the dating world. Let's try new things. Let's help rap music make some new friendships. Let's explore the city. It's what springtime's all about!

That way, hip hop really can be the tool for building community connections we often boast it to be. This can be a great opportunity if you choose to look at it that way.

Besides - I'm actually rather relieved to know that I won't be spending any of my precious summer nights navigating my way through a sea of Bro's, only to end up hanging around in a basement. Followed by macaroni pizza. I'm over it.

It's always sad to see a small business go under. And to its credit, the Dinky was a very inclusive and supportive space. But we're ready for the challenge of branching out and taking what we do to the next level. The closing of the Dinkytowner is exactly the kick that the music scene needed to get hungry again. And I'm looking forward to a summer of better shows and funner times with the revival of Hip Hop -- the Bachelor.

The Minnesota 150

The Minnesota History Center is currently running an exhibit called "MN150: The People, Places, and Things that shape our state."

The list includes the GPS system, Hubert H. Humphrey, the 1980 Olympic Hockey Team, Prince, Native American Boarding Schools, The Greyhoud Busline, Paul Wellstone, etc.

I went to the museum with my mom this morning for her birthday. She enthusiastically pointed out the Atmosphere display to me, because I swear this woman refuses to let the 14-year-old caricature of Nasimiyu just gracefully slip away into the darkness.

I stopped myself short of screaming out, "It was a phase!" in time to be rendered dumbfounded by the exhibit.

Can we just geek out for a moment over the significance of this? What this means for music, culture, hip hop, young people, independent artists, and Minnesota's history? This recognition might not come as so much of a suprise by today's standards, but let's put ourselves in our 6-years-ago shoes. There would have been no way, NO WAY, we would have seen something like this coming.


Can we just take a second to wrap our minds around the concept of my mom dancing to an Atmosphere track in the History Museum?




Yeah, see now you know where I get my skillz from.

evidence of springtime

Have you fallen, or have you hatched?

Reverse Spring Break

Scand and I took a little trip down to Morris, Minnesota, to spend some time with miss Ina Mae at school.

It was beauuuuutiful...





Country Mouse, City Mouse.



Checkin out the wood kiln.





Climbin, swingin, jumpin...



Laughin...



Spinnin,




Flyin.






Cake!





New friends.








Happy thoughts.