Lake Calhoun, Minneapolis

Whatchoo lookin' at?

for Miao (and Mike)

MInneapolis, June 7th, 2010

Lake Calhoun

The Basilica, Minneapolis

Lake Calhoun, sunset.

Happy Birthday, Peter.

These keys have been hanging from this sign for several days...

Structure in the woods near Lake Calhoun

Lake Harriet

Trolley Maintenance near lake Harriet

Near Lake Harriet

Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER

by Dylan Thomas

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

Fragment of a thought

They're gone, and there's nothing you can do about that. So you sit in a garden on a warm spring day, and remember them.

Tell Legislators - No New Nuclear Plants in Minnesota

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Vermont beats Minnesota, again...

Open Letter to Tim Pawlenty, soon-to-be ex-governor of Minnesota

Dear Governor Pawlenty: I noticed a slight misstatement in the paper this morning. You said something about “This is just a spit in the ocean”, regarding your proposal to balance the state budget by doing everything except the obvious and sensible thing of raising taxes. I think you meant to say, “I am just a spit in the ocean.” Or, possibly, “I spit on Minnesota.” Or, “I think my spit is more valuable than the lives of the poor, the hungry, the homeless, and the sick.”

I appreciate your updating of that tired, old Christian morality. It’s time that Christians got on board with corporate America and the realities of life. After all, the sick, the poor, the hungry, they’ll always be with us, right? Plus, they're very limited in their ability to provide campaign funding. Whereas corporations have nearly unlimited funding available to provide to eager politicians who will work hard to make sure that corporations are free to do business the way they see fit, unencumbered by taxes or regulations. If that means a little toxic waste here or there, hey, that's the price of doing business, right? As long as it's not in MY backyard!

Way to go, T-Paw.

Sincerely,

Beelzebub

near Lake Calhoun, Jan 11

Lake Calhoun, Jan 3, 2010

 

Lake Calhoun, New Year's Day, 2010.