How often do you walk into an art exhibit and your breathing just … stops? So it was, a couple weeks ago when I finally managed to fit a visit to this show into my typical Saturday-in-Minneapolis morning. “The Watercolor Worlds of Lars Lerin” was about to finish its run at The American Swedish Institute and I was determined to check it out, even if … Continue reading Lars Lerin watercolors: Bowled over
I went to the Confab content strategy conference and came back wanting to get good at handstands by the end of the of the year.
It’s the truth. The weird truth, but there you have it. Inspiration works in strange ways. Alas, I also left the Minneapolis Hyatt last Wednesday evening inspired to dig into content strategy (if you don’t know what it is or why a designer/yogini/traveler like me is interested, read this great explanation of the field/topic). Here’s what was great about Confab: Continue reading “Confab 2013: Not An Argy-Bargy”
A good, long(ish) bike ride isn’t necessarily an excuse for decadence. But darn if sitting at a café wearing bike shorts and daintily digging into pastry with a fork isn’t something heavenly. Now and then.
I’ve fallen into an unlikely pattern of signing up for a certain nordic ski race for two years in a row, and for three of the last five years. I have trouble explaining it, especially as the reason that I worked so hard to rehab my knee from my 1995 ACL injury was ALPINE SKIING. And yet, Steve and I participated again in the Luminary … Continue reading Luminary Loppet
I love Minneapolis. Yes, I live in Saint Paul. Yes, this was on the day (the very hour, for one fo them) when our capital city hosted both the Winter Carnival King Boreas Grande Day Parade and the Crashed Ice events. But the pull of a creative community collaboration that the Powderhorn Art Sled Rally presented was irresistible, especially after I viewed this video from … Continue reading Art Sled Rally
Pipes banging: am I in my last apartment? A crazy-long line behind the organ: No, I’m in line for food in college. Tubes coming out of the back of an otherwise welcoming, beckoning organ: Resistance is futile. Borg has arrived and has started merging all the instruments (Borg is confused). Spotlights on various metal objects & their banging apparatuses, high up on the masonry walls: … Continue reading Play the Building: Lots of Plinking