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Wade in the Water
05/21/2009, 04:42
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Summer is here in Minneapolis, it’s evident with the packed outdoor patios in uptown, the business elite taking a stroll outside the downtown sidewalks, and the 10 million bikes outthere vying for their share of the road.  But the epitomy of summer in the cities is heading on down to Lake Calhoun and seeing half the cities population walking, jogging, biking, and checking out the opposite sex (or same?) around the Lake.  Its a buzzing hive of activity, and nothing gets me more amped than to see a city thriving again.

I was gonna take a nap at home and figured, what….the….heck….go to the beach and sleep! or nap or whatever.  So I did.  But o was no ordinary day, we had gusts of up to 40 miles per hour, so I had to get in those waves.  Frickin cold btw, but as a man of the north, there was no option whatsoever.  A man has gotta do man stuff when called.

So, as I was bein all manish in the 30 degree water and wind gusts, there was a pregnant woman who’s belly was about to explode, and she was having the time of her life.  Laughing.  Other children were playing too.  Laughing.  I was laughing.  That pregnant woman’s man was back on the shore.  Frowning

haha, men and women are so wierd, but I’m so thankful its summer in the city.



xanga….myspace….facebook….why not this….
05/11/2009, 22:26
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i knew a guy once who was confounded by the absurdity of blogging, believing that it was ego maniacal to hope that others would spend their precious, free moments of their day in learning about another, creating a vast empirical network of enslaved minds, bent on updates and knowledge acquisition.


then, he realized it was a pretty handy way of informing the masses (or small, humble batch of family and friends) to his adventures and thoughts abroad, that time does not allow in the day, or cell companies minutes cannot allot for.

I am that man, and thank you for receiving me with merciful, forgiving arms.

welcome to my posse,

thorthor