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The Day: Sunday, July 13th, a cool and breezy 66 degrees
The Dog: Snuggly Buggly, a Border Collie mix
The Park: Alpine Off-leash Dog Park (off of Sunfish Lake Boulevard and Alpine Drive in Ramsey)
The Amenities: Large fenced-in park with a doggie drinking fountain, dog duty pick-up bags, and picnic benches Continue Reading
The romantic image of the hunter in Minnesota’s popular culture will continue to hold substantial weight with many Minnesotans. However, this image is becoming increasingly inaccurate. From our history as a leader in the fur trapping industry during the 18th and 19th centuries to annual expeditions for the November deer hunting season opener, Minnesotan’s relationship with hunting can be described as quixotic at best. We’re not hunting nearly as much as we thought we were. Continue Reading
Storymobile continues to roll through town and people continue to flock to it—not quite like the ice cream truck, but with more focus and sincerity… and you don’t have to ask Mom or Dad for money before Storymobile rolls by. We have young people pedalling hard to keep up with all of your stories. And Saint Paul’s arts community is giving us a lot to keep us busy, making new stories as we remember the old ones. Continue Reading
More than a dozen drums of all shapes and sizes line the sidewalk on Marshall Avenue outside a storefront. The drummers, too, come in a wide variety of shapes, sizes and ages. It’s Tuesday night, and time for the weekly drum circle in front of Kopplin’s Café (2038 Marshall Avenue, St. Paul).The event lasts from about 7-9 p.m. just as the summer day winds down. Marc Anderson — music teacher, cultural anthropologist, Buddhist priest — leads the drumming. Continue Reading
As a kid, weekends meant hanging at my dad’s apartment. Most Saturdays were spent watching old movies on TV. When “Planet of the Apes” or any of its manifestations played, I sidled up to the black and white set with a bowl of chips and a bottle of strawberry Pop Shoppe, happy to share the afternoon with Charlton and Roddy. I’ve always loved a good ape movie. Continue Reading
In 1979 we saw, near the southwest corner of Whittier, an excellent pre-internet publicity stunt: on the exterior wall of the Yukon Club, then a 3.2 joint at Grand and Lake, a frame in which posters for events at the bar should have appeared. Within the frame, handwritten, it said: “Live. The Pistons. But not here.” Continue Reading
I have been thinking a lot about kindness. You know, me and Jewel. Continue Reading
Someone on facebook posted a link to You Are Triggering Me! The Neo-Liberal Rhetoric of Harm, Danger and Trauma. It’s by Jack Haberstam, someone I don’t know, but I liked a lot of the essay, and I linked to it, saying the following: Continue Reading
I am already feeling nostalgic for summer, for some good reasons and for reasons that are, well, the sepia-colored-glasses–type of recalling. We sure have had our share of rain, and like life, sometimes that rain brings flooding and other disaster. Maybe it’s time to sing the Blues, or maybe it’s time to see what is happening on the town. Be sure to check out our Almanac arts calendar. Continue Reading
We could see the St. Paul fireworks clearly from our livingroom, plus two more distant fireworks. Very nice. We did not like the two rockets set off in the street next to our building by some idiot, which wizzed up and exploded just above us. Another idiot was continuously yelling, maybe in response to the fireworks, though it sounded as if he were saying, ‘I am here. For God’s sake notice me.’ I like fireworks, though I don’t go out of my way to see them. Continue Reading