Thursday, July 22, 2010

"the velvet hand... the hawk's eye"



Henri Cartier-Bresson
a champion of the fleeting moment

oh, just a nature video




i get the feeling that an upcoming pixar movie will be based off of these guys.

relativity

a couple of interesting things happened yesterday:

1. i outpaced and passed a guy on the bike trail who was riding a bike that cost over twice as much as mine.

2. i checked the resale value of my car and i realized that it is worth less than my bike.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

so if people laugh and giggle when you tell 'em where you live....

bicycling magazine names minneapolis america's best bike city

this article wonderfully captures the minnesota mentality, and not just regarding bicycling either. we're a kind, sweet bunch of blond-haired, blue-eyed scandinavians but underneath we're tough as nails and will keep rolling through any weather.

my favorite line: "all i ever hear about is how cool portland is. who rides through the [shiz] we do? we ride more by accident then they do on purpose."

Sunday, July 18, 2010

it's in my honey, it's in my milk

http://timoroustucker.tumblr.com/post/830680498/sorrow-found-me-when-i-was-young-sorrow-waited

Saturday, July 17, 2010

celebrating our country by blowing up a small part of it

our internet connection has been spotty so i haven't had the chance to upload any photos until now.

this photo perfectly sums up my fourth of july weekend:

From blowing up a small part of it



if you want to see adorable pictures of my adorable nieces and nephews as well as my mother making funny faces you can click on the album link. it was an purely american weekend. hope you enjoy.

Friday, July 2, 2010

worst opening lines in literature

Winner: Fantasy Fiction

The wood nymph fairies blissfully pranced in the morning light past the glistening dewdrops on the meadow thistles by the Old Mill, ignorant of the daily slaughter that occurred just behind its lichen-encrusted walls, twin 20-ton mill stones savagely ripping apart the husks of wheat seed, gleefully smearing the starchy entrails across their dour granite faces in unspeakable botanical horror and carnage – but that’s not our story; ours is about fairies!

Rick Cheeseman

Waconia, MN