Monday, December 31, 2007
Saturday, December 29, 2007
We arose bright and early this morning to pick up our u-haul van and spend most of the day moving our many things to our respective dwellings. It was a lot of work and we're both very tired. Eikon came back with me to St. Closet. Tonight we unpacked and put together furniture at my place. Tomorrow we will clean up the old apartment, and then go to Minneapolis (where Eikon moved to), go to Ikea, and do some unpacking (ikea reassembledge). On Monday our junk will be hauled to the dump.
On another note, I received medical clearance for the peace corps this morning. It's starting to seem like my Africa adventure really is going to happen! Rock on! :-)
Thursday, December 27, 2007
I'm still recovering from Christmas Masses. To top it all off, I drove home in three hours of snow, and then hit a deer two miles from home. Anyway, It's been nice. Home is crazy! Being in Iowa, we got to see Hillary tonight. It was kind of exciting. More blogging later.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
After the death of his mother, his father, Frank, took my grandpa (little Ed) and his brother (little Alex) and moved to Iowa to be with his family. From that you age, Ed was used as cheap labor on the farm. This included not just menial farm tasks, but also making illegal booze to be sold for steep profit to mobsters.
That booze, Templeton Rye, is now immortalized by a group, including relatives of my father, who have started a very successful distillery, using that prohibition era recipe.
Some people in my family think this is really cool. I have a cousin who harassed my mother about getting bottles of it. My mom, too, is excited about the company.
I'm not too sure what I think.
Grandpa was a life long alcoholic. Did I mention that? I can't help but think - but know - that it all started there in Templeton, Iowa. I can imagine him, an adolescent, doing hard labor all day, and drinking away the sorrow - the death of his mother. This is all speculation, of course, but I think research will show you that alcoholism starts long before the legal drinking age.
He was a functioning alcoholic, like many from that era. He was a successful business man, and made his living owning and running two stores in Guthrie Center, Iowa. In his later years, he drank less, and presumed the role of eccentric old man - driving his 1980's furniture moving van around the city wrecklessly - heckling the neighbor kids as the played basketball - walking around with his cane, talking to strangers.
Then he died.
His liver got the best of him. His past got the best of him. Templeton rye got the best of him.
I'm torn between celebrating the success of this new company and thinking that some parts of the past are better left undisturbed. Alcoholism was rampant among the Iowa Germans of the prohibition era and the great depression. Alcohol killed both of my Grandfathers. That's nothing to celebrate.
That said, when I'm home with my family this Christmas, I'll probably have a drink for Grandpa - just one. Maybe a sip will bring me Grandpa back, maybe I'll be able to better understand his life- A taste of an orphaned boy with no future.
Cheers to you, Ed.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
BY SATURDAY NIGHT...SNOW ACCUMULATIONS EXCEEDING SIX INCHES APPEAR POSSIBLE ACROSS MUCH OF CENTRAL AND SOUTH CENTRAL MINNESOTA AND WEST CENTRAL WISCONSIN...INCLUDING IN THE ALEXANDRIA...ST CLOUD...MANKATO...TWIN CITIES...AND EAU CLAIRE COMMUNITIES.Dare I admit, since a few Minnesotans read my blog, that I'm a wee bit excited? It's always like this. . . The first snow fall is exciting, by the end of winter, we're ready for it to be over with.
Fortunately, there is one creature who always enjoys the snow. Gratuitous Eli pictures? You betcha!
Now I'm excited. And so is Eli! He woke me up multiple times last night, begging to join me in bed. I'm not sure he stopped staring at me in the eyes the whole night - until I let him in this morning. Silly puppy.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
without dog or friend,
i might let you stay,
nibbling your way through
rice and grains,
dancing through sticky honey and crumbs.
I would wisp up your droppings, giggling,
what a mess,
throw them in the trash
and pat you on the head,
and tell you how much you mean to me.
But I am not alone yet,
so you must die.
Never mind karma or curses -
I wait for you to walk
into my spring loaded guillotine,
where you will meet your lord.
I hope you suffer much pain.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Driving along on Interstate 35, it occurred to me that Thanskgiving was the one of only a few days when those McDonalds, Burger Kings, and Culvers were shut down. Strangely enough, at work (Church) more people show up to Mass on Thanksgiving than appear for most obligatory Holy Day masses throughout the year.
As a church musician, very grateful for the two century old holiday, I can't help but wonder - what does Thanksgiving have that our holy days of obligation do not. Part of feasting is work. Many sociologists will tell you in order to celebrate a festival, you must work. If you don't work, you can't aptly celebrate a feast, because the element of rest is just not present.
In our high-paced world, it's hard to believe that stores might be closed at any time, even on Thanksgiving. Our world doesn't shut off anymore, ever. How lucky those McDonalds workers are, to be home with their families or friends - or even just to have a day of rest.
I remember going to Germany when I was 15. I happened to be there on the Feast of the Assumption, which is also a day off for many Europeans. In Italy, I believe it's called Ferragosto (August Fair). The ornate Bavarian church was full of people and singers. As I left, I was offered, along with all the other attendees, was given small bundles of summer flowers. It was truly a celebration, in a city and country that has lost much of it's Christian Heritage.
I wonder why we can't make all of our Holy Days into Thanksgiving Celebrations. Why can't assumption or ascension or pentecost or all saints bring families together? Why don't we take a bold step, and ask for these days off for religious observances, just like many devout Jews and Muslims do. Our Liturgical year covers much more than Christmas.
We don't need to be given the day off by the Government to celebrate with our families, do we? We have to take control of our own lives -find our rest. We need more Thanksgivings - whatever the religion, whatever the tradition. Once a year is not enough.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Does God love you,
Little beast of my heart?
Your cozy cuddle –
How could he not.
Here we thrive,
Dancing in a pit of disparity.
Anxious and unworthy,
We bathe ourselves in muddy puddles
Of altruistic charism-
with escape as our only motive.
But you, little beast,
Your life will be short,
Because God needs you
At his right hand,
Licking the salt off his skin –
Creation has not gone amuck.
Here on earth,
I give you a place in my kingdom to prepare you,
my dear little beast,
for your place in his.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The living room . . .
The bedroom. . .
Ok, well it's looking pretty lived in. I assume the women living there will have moved out by January. I'm really looking forward to having my own place, and the coolest part. . . it's on the Mississippi. With a view! It makes me feel rich and famous. No not really.
So I've been scanning through facebook profiles to find out if my friends have blogs. By golly, they do! It seems that most of them are better written then mine, but oh well.
Here, this picture of Eli will make up for it.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Aparently it is against the law to sleep naked in Minnesota. Who woulda thought? Garrison Keillor explains:
Is it true that it is illegal to sleep naked in the state of Minnesota? -- Not that anyone would want to try it at this time of year! Any light that you may shed on this subject would be greatly appreciated.
Dear P.J., It is illegal to sleep naked and Minnesotans do it all the time, especially at this time of year. The unlawfulness of it only adds to the thrill. It is illegal because we feel that a naked unconscious person is particularly vulnerable, and in our state's great liberal tradition, we protect the vulnerable and unwary. (This is why Minnesota is chockfull of warning signs and guardrails.) One would only be arrested for nude sleeping, of course, if your house caught on fire and authorities had to break in to save you. So you'd probably be grateful for the arrest.
Not having good air conditioning, I claim to have never committed the crime. Now that we've had our first snow flakes, and I'm dealing with 30something degrees, I don't foresee such an egregious violation any time soon!
Friday, November 2, 2007
I'm not a TV fan, but one show has had my attention for a whole year. That's pretty impressive. . . and we're not talking beefcake Rome here, we're talking 30 rock. The comedy is my style. Here's a great example. . . I wish i could embed, but you can click on a link, right?
Sunday, October 28, 2007
It's Sunday and I should be studying. Oh well. Here I am blogging for my own amusement. This weekend my best friend from home, Mandi, came to visit me. We had a splendid time.
On Friday she had the fantastic opportunity to follow me around campus as I picked up various forms from various offices that I will have to eventually send in to the Peace Corps. I figure, at this point, I will have lost a few hundred dollars through the physical, bloodwork, dental, and optical exams. If I don't get invited, I'll be pissed!
Anyway, It was nice for Mandi to get to see my little resort-of-a-university surrounded by likes and trees.
On Saturday we went into Minneapolis and experienced two very interesting historical locations.
First we went to historic Fort Snelling:
It was an interesting place to visit, complete with people in period costume, doing historical interpretation. I find historical interpretation really entertaining, and am very amused by the type of folks who do it.
We then traveled on to the James J. Hill House, James J. Hill was a railroad baron who was responsible for building the Pacific-northwest railway, and eventually partly responsible for uniting most of the major rail roads in the mid-west, rockies, and pacific-northwest.
As you can imagine, it was quite the house:
Five stories and all, this house was lavishly built. Unfortunately the Minnesota Historical Society, opted not to fill the house with period furniture (since they didn't have a lot of the original furniture), so the rooms seemed quite empty, with a table here and a chair there from the original house. That said, it's for sure worth seeing. The house is very impressive and consumes the cliff area, by the cathedral in St. Paul.
A good time was had by all. Mandi left this morning, and now I'm studying for a Liturgical Year test.
P.S. Did you know that the Bulgarian Orthodox didn't accept the 16th century Gregorian 10 day skip to correct the calendar until the 20th century?
Monday, October 22, 2007
Me: Did you hear my news?
Me: I've decided to stay (at my job) for the spring semester.
Bookkeeper: Good news! I thought you were going to tell me you're getting married!
Me: Could you imagine me clandestinely having a relationship all year and not saying anything until I'm getting married?
Oh the pained irony!
Well, if you haven't heard yet, I've passed the application steps and have been nominated to an ESL teaching program in French-speaking West Africa. I'm joining the peace corps, that is if my physical, optical, dental, urine, blood, tb, mental health tests turn out alright. I'll be staying in central Minnesota for (ick) 6 more months. Then it's off to africaland.
So . . .
First things first. . .
1. Finish the semester. I received an awful grade on a paper last week that I'm just not over yet. I need to do really well on everything else in this class in order to graduate on time.
2. Learn my recital. March 1st! I need to memorize my rep and put on a good show!
3. Learn French! I'm not sure why they're sending me to a country where French is required, knowing I've had none. The funny thing is that I (using a dictionary) passed my French requirement in undergrad, never having studied the language before. Fortunately, I love languages and still remember much of my 6 semesters of italian. Here's hoping the French comes to me!
I don't know what to expect. I'm worried that something will come up on my medical tests and this wont happen. I think I force myself to think negatively, so I'm not disappointed by failure. What a`nasty way to live.
Anyway, to top off a stressful semester, my computer is in the lenovo shop because the screen isn't working. I'm working on the old laptop which is sort of like squeezing juice out of an orange. Every time I turn it one I get a little bit of computing action before it stalls, but every time it's less time than before. Ick.
That's all I got. Hopefully more about my decision to do 2 years of service is to come!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
It's a rainy, cold day in central Minnesota and I'm about to sit through a day of classes at the school of theology. Here's a little poem I wrote to celebrate:
do i see virgin visions
or bleeding busts
or is the god tumor in my head
infecting my fluidity
do i see silent streets
or do walkers-by
sense too my absence
to be beloved by christ
we must be alone in christ
to gather in christ
to be together again
how sweet is Jesus
like cane or beets or honey
or perhaps like aspartame and sucralose
incubating god-tumors in my head
Saturday, October 13, 2007
In case you're unfamiliar with armonicas - basically Ben Franklin took the idea of sounding wine classes with a wet finger, and applied it to a keyboard like instrument.
Of course, Wikipedia is here for you if you have any questions. . .
Thursday, October 4, 2007
As most of you know, Eikon has been working on a sweater for me for over a year. As most of you also know, much has happened since then, and the dreaded sweater curse has gone into effect!
What curse you ask? Well, for those of you who are not avid knitters, the Wikipedia article on the Sweater Curse is very well written. In fact, it reads like an actual encyclopedia article, which I find immensely amusing.
Knitters use the term Sweater Curse or the Curse of the Love Sweater to describe a situation in which a knitter gives a hand-knit sweater to a significant other, who quickly breaks up with the knitter. In an alternative formulation, the relationship will end before the sweater is even completedOur situation falls under the second category, because, of course, it has not yet been completed.
The author even goes through the effort of offering proposed mechanisms:
- Unlucky timing. Knitting a sweater takes a long time, and the relationship dies of natural causes during its making.
- Rescue mission. The knitter senses subconsciously that the relationship is about to end, and knits a sweater as a dramatic gesture to save it.
- Catalyst for analyzing the relationship. Giving or receiving a significant gift such as a sweater may cause either the giver or receiver to evaluate the relationship. For example, the gift may seem too intimate, too domestic or too binding to the significant other. It can be seen as a signal that makes them realize that the relationship is not reciprocal, prompting them to end the relationship before it involves obligations.
- Aversion. The significant other may simply not want to wear anything hand-knit. A hand-knit sweater can also subject them to ridicule, either because the sweater looks bad (i.e., poorly made or unfashionable) or conveys overly domestic connotations.
- Misdirected attention. The knitter loves their sweater a little too much, and pesters the significant other about the sweater instead of working on their relationship. Alternatively, the knitter loves to knit too much, and spends too much time with their knitting instead of with the significant other.
- Delusion. The knitter imagines incorrectly that their significant other likes them, and is not disillusioned before knitting the sweater and giving it to them.
Monday, October 1, 2007
The job hunt isn't going very well. New jobs aren't being posted either. I heard back from one church last week in the Milwaukee area. Unfortunately we were having a hard time finding an interview slot. I do hope they'll call me back!
Thinks are fine with Eikon, we are slowly seperating our lives and starting to think about the "big move" in January. It's a little easier for him, because he knows he'll be moving into the Cities. I'm not sure where I'll be moving!
Anyway, a video from our trip out east to share with you. . . this show the infinite coal fire under Jason's hometown.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
I'm taking a full course load, running a music program at a church, and practicing like hell so that I can wrap up my work here in Lake Wobegon and hopefully be-gone in January. . . Here's hoping. I've applied for several jobs and have yet to hear back from any of them. I get a little more hopeless that I wont find a job each day. Sigh. . .
Tonight I finished the second season of Rome.
I love historical fiction of the Roman, toga-wearing sort, and this really fit the bill. Being a victim of basic cable, I used netflix to get both seasons. Yes, I'm way behind, the season ended forever ago. . .
I know that one can expect higher quality production from HBO, Bravo, etc, but this went beyond the standard. Each individual episode seemed like part of a two year long movie. The sets were perfect, the acting was exhilarating, and the plot lines were fantastically twisted, yet to the point.
Anyway, 4 stars for Rome. Check it out if you haven't seen it. Here's a promo:
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Could one want more than this?
To celebrate a vision of love
Diluted by the moment?
Fleeting his way by flute-
Searching a world of youth?
And this, there isn’t anything more. . .
Time in wavy curls,
Star speckled skin,
Haunt my hallow shallow soul,
A thousand too many.
Time captures me
And I have no home,
But only a fire exit;
I am afraid to spark the alarm.
Whisp’ring moon breezes
Wash through the night.
Here I am with you,
I hope you’re happy.
I am planted deep, deep down,
In mud without air or water.
Never to be food on table,
Not even relish or fodder.
Here I decay with charmed poise
Fertilizing the fallow clay.
Cozy as is the dark,
I can’t help but long for day.
Sometimes in joy, love withers,
Sometimes in ecstasy, intimacy dries up. . .
A fine powder of heart and blood,
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Cool summer mornings remind me of fall
and I wonder -
"Will there be one at all?"
(Forest greens turned orange and red
fallen on ground-
mother earth's frozen winter bed)
Let's put off the eschaton a year or two
so as we wait
I can search for you.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Genesis - I. The Mess
Once upon a time, an old man
with flaming white beard and shiny forehead
was unsatisfied with his divinity.
He threw down his newspaper,
With an extra thrust
his lonely despair,
knocking his coffee into his
He said, "Well that's alright."
Breathing life into the mess,
he cultivated a mold of
trees and bushes and brush.
He said, "not too bad."
Thinking himself silly,
and not wanting No one to see,
he covered the mess up with
He took a few deep breaths,
and began to wonder,
what exactly was that that he saw.
he lifted the newspaper.
light spilled onto the mess.
"Peak a boo," he said, "pretty nice, pretty nice."
Beginning to enjoy himself,
he grabbed some crackers
and crumbled them into
The creatures grew and multiplied
like the mold.
What else, what else, he thought.
he knew he must finish his little project.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure
No one wasn’t watching.
He nibbled on his fingernail,
ripping off a piece and dispatching it
into the tiramisu.
The clippings danced and kissed
Refilling his coffee cup,
the Man sat back and watched,
giggling at his art.
(perhaps they could put it in the Louvre
by the suitcase filled with feces)
Fruit was eaten that shouldn't be eaten
and sin was born,
"are clothes that bad?"
after generations of belly crawling
and dirt eating
and brother killing
and blood soaked soil,
the man looked quizzically at the
the disaster and laughed.
It was filled and subdued,
spilling over, weighed down.
Creatures were killed and resources
The tribes of Ishmael and Cain
flourished and so did haters
and prophets were born and so were
homos and buddahs and mohameds and jesuses.
Crusades and jihads and
slaves were taken.
A wild world grew rampant with
philosophy and math and rabbis and preachers.
"This is Good."
He baptized the world with watery death
uniting the faithful as one wet, grumpy clan.
700 tired years he had, need he 700 more
to accomplish his dreams?
Were not 30 or 50 or 200 enough?
His sacrifice was not in burnt offerings
but in shoveling dung on that stinky ship.
why'd you do it
with so many men?
Was it for prosperity
or for kicks?
Was it your body
"Blessed be the God of Abraham"
or "blessed be you
who made the man rich in gold
(like the stars)?
a simple woman
who birthed a nation.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Anyway. I guess by starting the blog, it seems that I'm going to change myself drastically. That's not what I'm trying to do. I just want to evolve into a better, more creative, happier person.
This is still a blog and will include my regular thoughts, findings, art, oddities, and experiences. At the same time, I want to talk a lot about my goals and plans. I submit them to you for ideas and advice on the long road ahead.
To rediscover my inner-artist. I feel like I've lost a part of me over the last 4 years. I want to write more poetry, music, paint and draw. I've never been a fantastic craftsman, but I've always felt that my body is a host to a very fluid creative spirit. Wish me luck!