Winter in Minnesota is considered purgatory by most scholars. Six (plus) months of penance per year seems about right for the sins of the other seasons. Nat spends the Winter punishing himself on his stationary bicycle – hour after hour in his damp, cold cellar (I just threw those adjectives in – I’m sure his Edina basement is neither damp nor cold) pedaling his little heart out. Before Summer, he must spin the wheel of the stationary bicycle a lot. 5,000 miles – to be exact. I did some complicated geographical calculations and figured out that if Nat pedaled in the real world, he could get to Argentina.
Pictures from the Miracle on 26th Street Party just surfaced!:
I don’t mean on the phone.
The Tanek building was full of holiday cheer (booze+laughing) last night!
I love suburban shopping centers. I do! Drop me anywhere in the country and I know I can have my ears pierced, eat a cinnabon, try out a massage chair, buy a cell phone, get my hair cut, rent a wedding dress and now – at Burnsville Marketplace – pick up a bottle of wine. I might actually live in my car in the mall parking lot.
A girl that tells you she doesn’t care about diamonds is lying. I was that lying girl once and you know what it got me? A lovely antique gold band and a nod from my fellow feminists.
I want an architect that can pry open a bear trap with his bare hands. I want an architect that can perform a field tracheotomy using a rusty spoon and an eagle feather. I want an architect that can make a campfire using only the power of his mind.
I don’t even understand Bakers Square… You just go there and eat different kinds of pie? Who does that? I guess a lot of people must because there are, like, a million of them around the country. BUT… not in Hopkins! I don’t know the dirty details of that particular closing – I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that it looked like this:
An architect can only design so much before he/she says to him/her self, “You know what? I’d like to ride a bicycle up and down mountains.” Right? Anyway, here’s Nat taking us on one of his little trips. His little trips DOWN A MOUNTAIN. Good Lord, I feel sick just watching it.
yearning for footwear!