March 27th, 2006

self portrait

Happy birthday to me

On this day in 1967, also a Monday, as the celebration of my mother's birthday wound down she went into labor and gave birth to me.

Looking over Wikipedia's entries for today and 1967, I see that I was born into tumultuous times. I was blissfully unaware of them, of course.

One of my first memories is watching the Apollo 11 moon landing. I remember Walter Conkrite and the grainy video of the first steps on the Moon. I sat close to our big console TV; it looked so big, what was happening on that flickering screen.

I have no particular plans for the day. In another hour or so I'll begin getting ready for work. erickavan has made sure that there is cake and ice cream, even while battling her lingering illness.

A Week in Hawaii--The Atmosphere Collection--Midnight Rainshower


Lunchtime sushi

People in the downtown Minneapolis area apparently do not eat sushi for lunch. Not even on their birthdays. For fish for lunch, one appears to be limited to cooked or a trip to the suburbs.


Bear in mind that I'm just a man and this is strictly from a functional standpoint: pregnant women should not wear heels. Your center of gravity is already shifted forward so the heels just make you look that much more ungainly as you rush to the ladies.

Fashion 2

Goth garb looks spectacularly out of place at noon in the middle of Nicollet Mall.


Guinness is a fine accompaniment to a lunch that includes Scotch eggs and a pot-roast sandwich.

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