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Fair Play pt. 1

Sunday, September 5th, 2010

The great, big, huge Minnesota State Fair rendered in Miniature Mode via the much-loved, in-camera effect found on my Canon SD1400.

The ceiling of the central dome inside the Agriculture Building. Someone should grab a baby blue bullhorn and put on a bow tie and make an upbeat speech about something in front of that sign. Do it for your country.

I’d gone to the honey exhibit specifically to pick up a jar of the gooey stuff I regretted not buying last year, but they didn’t have any this year. I only have my own dumb self to blame and don’t I know it!

My favorite food from the fair under the “New” category, Deep Fried Twinkies On A Stick.

Just the concept of them rolls up the overindulgent spirit of the fair perfectly, which is the main reason I tried them. Smothered in strawberry sludge, chocolate, and powdered sugar, they were actually awesome and enjoyable and now personally preferred over my former favorite, the Funnel Cake.

(Not everything deep fried or on a stick is scrumptious by default, I’ll add. The battered/fried/skewered Snickers Bar I had a few years back was flavorless and fearsome.)

Further exhibits/signage inside the Agriculture Building.

Light-blue ribbon-winning corn cobs.

A fabulously font-ed, old school, color-photo Photo Booth. I don’t even know the last time I saw one of those!

I spent twelve dollars inside and, honestly, it wasn’t enough.

And lastly, the booth for my favorite food under the “Old Standbys” category, the Battered Australian Potatoes.

A non-mini-mode close-up of those crispy critters will kick off pt 2. of my State Fair photo posts, so stay tuned.

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The Great Minnesotan Get Together

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

The Minnesota State Fair starts today, and I’ve been counting down the days since the second I left it last year. For a few years in my life I wasn’t so into the fair because I felt it never changed, and it was always the same, the same, the same…

But now that’s one of the main reasons I fancy it so much. Every year there’s some new strange indulgence deep-fried experimentally or served on a stick to prove that a new year really has rolled around, but aside from that, the fair looks and feels exactly the same as it did when I was a kid.

And, aside from all the overalls and three-piece suits, it looks and feels not too terribly different than it does in all these decades-old photos.

Lessons learned last year:

1) Full funnel cakes are a better value and better tasting than funnel cake-bites.

2) Just bite the bullet and buy the big jar of honey with the handsome, green label, even if you have to lug it around for a few hours. It’ll brighten up your cupboard and your cereal for months.

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The Perfect Summer Car Wash

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

My car is nothing fancy. In fact its pretty much a rolling disaster. But when I bother to spiff her up I refuse to take her anywhere but The Mermaid.

First off, The Mermaid’s logo and branding is pre-millenial, photo shoot perfect, and perched just about everywhere.

As you exit your vehicle, rolling waves murals carry you through the air-conditioned corridor toward the cash register (and candy bar/greeting card shop).

Before they drop you off on dry land, the painted waves roll you past a plastic dome of complementary donuts and pastries. (If its still early in the day and they haven’t all vanished yet. If its after 2pm, you’re left to just pout in the surf.)

Once you’ve paid your bill and picked out an Obama-themed birthday card for your mom/boss/parole officer, you can play with the chatty parrot perched in front of the car freshener section. Its at this point in my visit each time where I’m certain a strange Steve Buscemi film will shoot here someday.

After all this fluorescent and feathery fun, your car is usually already done.

The final mermaid bids you farewell, and your soaped up and sea-sprayed car carts you off into another two (but for me, more like six) months of dead bugs and grime.

If only every mundane errand could be ran in such amusing establishments as The Mermaid.

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I Had To Chuckle

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

Besides their gum droppy delicious-ness and their near-perfect packaging these are the two best things about Chuckles candies:

1. You don’t find them very often.
2. But you can always find them in little Mom ‘N Pop hardware stores, without fail.

I wonder why…

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The Bell Museum

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

Finally, a post it makes sense to use my Camera Bag (non iPhone) app on!

“The James Ford Bell Museum of Natural History was established in 1872 to collect, preserve, and interpret Minnesota’s diverse animal and plant life for scholarly research and for public enrichment and enjoyment. Its governance belongs, by state legislative designation, to the University of Minnesota.”

I don’t know why it took me decades to ever visit the Bell. It’s the closest thing to a public school field trip circa 1949 that a retro-minded modern man can do with his afternoon.

And back in college that grungy-glam, diorama-set Sheryl Crow video was (and still is) one of my favorites.

From its elevator, to its radial-edged wooden walls, to its apparent lack of air conditioning, the core of the museum looks and feels exactly how it did seventy years ago, I bet.

Unfortunately, right after my visit I learned that, just like most things too old and amazing to still be standing today, the original Bell is set to be updated.

“The Bell Museum of Natural History is in the process of developing a larger facility to house their thousands of specimen and to aid in research. The new location and building will be on the St. Paul Campus of the University of Minnesota and will better able to serve the many people and tour groups that visit the museum each year. Additions to be made to the museum will include an outdoor teaching facility, accessible parking and food service for visitors. The estimated cost of the new facility and moving is near $36 million.”

I respect that, to fully serve and instruct its visitors properly, the Bell needs to grow and evolve.

But I just know the new space won’t have strong and sturdy elevators, or polished and pretty wood walls as handsomely hand-crafted as the original.

If there’s one thing our world knows how to do in 2010, its design an ugly University building. (Or any building, it seems.)

Maybe beauty will get lucky and the original Bell will stand as is, once the new facility opens. As less a museum honoring the beauty of elks and pelicans, but of paneling and hand rails.

In less grumbly news, check this out. It almost instantly restores some of my faith in Minneostan mankind:

Café Scientifique

Café Scientifique is a program designed for adults who share an interest in scientific research and gathering in pubs and coffee houses for informal discussions on relevant and often provocative scientific topics. Science Cafés and Café Scientifique events are a chance for adults to exchange opinions and ideas about science and related issues. The Bell Museum launched its own Café Scientifique program two years ago which consisted of a happy hour program for adults that brings research from the University of Minnesota and beyond into some of the Twin Cities’ most unique and atmospheric bars and restaurants. The Bell Museum’s Café Scientifique explores science and natural history from distinct and surprising viewpoints, drawing connections between scientific research, culture, environment and everyday life. The Bell Museum’s Café Scientifique features guests from a variety of fields with diverse and relevant expertise. Past events have included scientific researchers, policy experts, bioethicists, community leaders, cultural historians, artists, and authors for dynamic discussions that bridge the gap between science and culture.

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The Road Home

Monday, April 26th, 2010

I had suspected that once I visited France I would never want to leave. Nine days into my visit, it seemed as though I truly never would…

My trip began with a frenzied flurry of cathedrals and cafes, croissants and charm. Every day was a rigorously scheduled stampede past Paris’s prettiest or pleasingly grittiest spaces and places.

Striving to slot in not only the iconic museums and monuments of history but the long and lovely list of Treasury reader recommendations of shops and stylish sites as well, there were few moments in my first days in France that felt fully experienced. Fully felt.

A silvery gold brunch at Ladurée with baskets of baked bliss and pitchers of milkshake-thick hot chocolate was one of the few itinerary items I didn’t just check swiftly off of my list, but actually absorbed languidly with all my senses and my entire soul.

For anyone who carts at least three cameras to any vacation destination, it can be a tricky challenge to not simply photograph the glory of your getaway, but actually FEEL it too. I have to get better at this.

As the trip was just about to end, an ashy disaster in Iceland erupted, shutting down all European air traffic and trapping us on the far side of the ocean. Unsure of whether we would return home to Minnesota in mere days via plane, or not for three months via a sluggish U.S. Army sea vessel, we washed our clothes, mildly panicked, at a Parisian laundromat. (And accidentally laundered 10 Euros worth of Ladurée chocolate into them, to make matters worse.)

Our pressurized yet picture-perfect vacation had slammed on the breaks at last and we were forced to slow down, set the cameras aside, and look at the city not as time-strapped tourists but as lazy (temporary) locals.

For six extra and almost-agonizing days…

It may sound like I’m whining, because I totally am, but let me explain.

Of course there are way worse things than to be stranded in Paris. The city of lights is lovely, for sure – but nothing is lovelier than home. And when you can’t get there, and a volcano that last erupted for two whole years is standing in your way of ever returning, Paris transforms from the culture capital it normally is. It becomes, unfortunately, a cute but confining cage.

I’m just so very glad to be home again. I missed it, and you. I’ll share more stories and snapshots in the days ahead that showcase and celebrate France and all its non-cage-like best!

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In Bloom

Monday, April 5th, 2010

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A mixed bouquet of images to celebrate Spring.

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It’s not my favorite of the seasons…

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…to me it usually feels like Things Ending, rather than Things Beginning.

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But this year I’m feeling unusually excited and optimistic…

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and I’m planning little plots to keep everything rolling.

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Ways To Be Cool

Monday, March 29th, 2010

Let’s be real. The bunch of blogs we bop toward each day are essentially the secret scrolls we rigorously study in our common quest to turn covertly cooler.

If you’re looking to save yourself a ton of time and ensure your ultimate coolness for all eternity, I’ve just scored a killer crib note that lays out each and every shortcut to classic cool.

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I have no clue who assembled this essential list but either they’re under fourteen or…I hate to say this, its maybe just a fake.

But since being cool is my main mission in life, just to be safe I think I’m gonna finally “learn to speak European” and for sure, for sure “hang out w/ Steve.”

I can totally see myself seeming cooler already.

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Roped In

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

I read somewhere once that jumping rope for just ten minutes burns as much calories as like…running uphill for five days or fourteen weeks straight…or something amazing like that.

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Plus, if you can rope in at least two extra pals into your heart pumpy jumping then you can Double-Dutch and make up happy little rappy-chants while working up your sweats.

Not sure of the exact figure, but I think laughing at rappy-chants burns quite a bit of calories too.

Old School ropes available at Canoe.

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All Aflame

Monday, March 1st, 2010

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Incense is for hemped up hippy-dips and candles can get a little soccer mom-ish. The “hot” new way to play with fragranced fire is with Armenia Papers.

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Florentine pharmacist Santa Maria Novella offers an abundance of dramatic costume-drama-like cosmetics and tonics, and their frankincense and myrrh-scented Armenia Papers singe away the stagnant staleness of our modern days with a cinematic sense of ceremony.

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Sized like a stick of gum, each scented stick is to be folded back and forth like an accordion, set on its side, and set aflame, to fill your room and your soul, once again, with a sense of romance and of warmth.

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Finnish Find

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

Not all grocery markets are created equal, but even the better ones never seem to have everything I am in need/want of. So I cycle through them all, at irregular intervals, to suitably stock my pantry properly.

BlackLicorice

Even at the drabbest and saddest of the markets in Minneapolis you might come across something surprisingly fine ‘n fun, just as I did last Friday with this box of Finnska black licorice.

It was offered in red too, but where’s the thrill in that?

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January 18th…

Monday, January 18th, 2010

…is my birthday.

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All I wanted was blue icing on my cake, but I ended up with a whole lot more.

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