I then traveled to the country to the film festival. (http://www.freerangefilm.com)
While I was there the fog was hovering over a field filled with hay bails, with the moon shining through the clouds. I probably took 75 photos of this. I still have no idea which one(s) I like best. But this one is one of the better ones.
To me the festival is summed up in this photo. Nothing like hay bails to section off the seating.
BTW: I'm addicted to black and white photog-y now. Secondly, I showed up around 10pm to the film festival, and most everyone cleared out before the last film, which was definately the best that I saw. Tis a shame. (no idea on the quality of films pre-10pm.)
There will be a gathering of hearts and minds for Nate this Sunday at
"Red" from 6PM until 1AM. Everyone who is able is encouraged to attend.
Come raise your glass to and share your memories of our dear friend
Some food will be provided along with a cash bar.
Red is located in the Foshay Tower in downtown Minneapolis.
821 Marquette Av. (in the Foshay Tower), Minneapolis
Sunday August 1st, 2004 6PM-1AM.
After having these kinds of thoughts for the past week, I finally decided to post this on PDD.
I wrote the following column the night of Nate Forneris' (aka. DJ Baby Judy) viewing as soon as I got home.
I'm not looking for comments, attention, adoration, sympathy or critiques. I simply wrote what I felt had to be said in my own way and thought maybe some of you might be interested in reading my threnody.
Go to http://www.mnartists.org and click on "The column: Threnody" about half-way down the page in the left column.
It was was the least I could do. I'm tired of sitting on my hands about this.
take care, everyone.
By the way I purchased my new puter from Smalldog.com and I enthusiastically recommend them. I purchased an Apple refurb which saved about 500 bucks and comes with a one year warranty.
Well, two can play that game! RECRUIT PEROT!!!
Okaaay, never thought I would be saying that... back to work now.
First off sorry for multiple posts.
Secondly this is... Odd. Some of you know that issues of mental illness strike closely to home for me because of people in my life, so I have to step carefully in addressing this issue. If true, this story could explain much about Bush. Amusingly (in a dark way) it shows if your family has money you can become president, if not, you end up in a treatment facility. I don't know weather to feel sorry for the Prez or scared... Perhaps a bit of both?
we're moving into this house in one month. i wish everyone could come over right away, but brian is too horrified by the pink wood paneling and won't let anyone past the front door until it's gone. hmm, maybe i could sneak you in through the kitchen. anyway, we'll soon have plenty of room to host craft night!
Granted there are a lot of losers at the fair, but that's what I like so much about it. I guess I revel in lameness and futility. Once, we biked there and climbed over the fence to get in free. Later, a guy walking past me, looking like a Village Person , burped super loud right in my ear. I was really mad at the time but now its one of my favorite memories (?) Bubba, won't you go to the fair with me?
Then I drank beer at the Anchor and watched Catwoman. It was pretty horrible, but since I'm a comic-geek, I had to see it (and Halle Berry's pretty).
Sleepy time now, and set an alarm for tomorrow - go me.
Looking forward to night swimming, celebrating Purple's birthday, seeing my old friends and maybe meeting some of the unknown folks of PDD.
And the bonus-I Since I am cabletvless here in Chicago I can watch the rest of Shark Week on the Discovery Channel on Dad's sattelite dish!
Attempting to mind my own business, already having a sucky day and not trying to spread ill will, I run into a bastard. As I am coming out of the co-op an old man angrily says to me, "Voting for Bush?" I just look at him. He yells, "I didn't think so fucking retard." Damn, some of these people are getting so crazy and violent about this. This reminds me of a similiar situation that occurred during Bush's visit. There were a group of protesters trying to cross the street, an angry mom in a minivan full of kids whipped around the corner almost hitting the group, yelling at them like her head was about to explode. This behavior is getting all too common.
This picture was taken July 11 in Superior's Allouez neighborhood; the sign has recently been changed.
I don't know if this is a tax-exempt church, but if it is, I guess it recently dawned on the congregation that the IRS considers this type of promotion of a political candidate to be a prohibited activity.
So i had this friend named Ellen in 7th grade when i lived in Leesville, LA. She wasn't a great friend or anything. I had her in an english class of mine, and she was kind of the class nerd. She didn't have very many friends. I knew her for about one year. After 7th grade, my family moved to Bemidji, MN. I haven't seen my friend Ellen since that summer when we ran into each other and exchanged addresses. Now she lives in Illinois. We kept in contact fairly well and wrote letters every so often. Our contact ended 5 years ago, and i hadn't heard from her since. About three months ago, i got a letter from Ellen. She told me that she runs the youth group at her church now and hopes to someday attend seminary. She also told me that she was going to be in Northern Minnesota in July. She was going to be heading up a bible camp group. When she was in the area, she wanted to meet in person. I thought that it might be cool to meet up with an old friend. So i wrote her back saying that it would be alright, but in my head i never thought it would work out. Well, i get this call today from her. She is in Minnesota and wants to meet up. I thought this was all kind of weird but okay until she said that her bible camp group wanted to meet me too. And that they want me to marry her. But she told me that we'd have to meet first and take it slow. I didn't know what to say. I don't know when this whole thing became a date! I am supposed to meet her at the Burger King in Grand Rapids on this Thursday at 9:30 pm. It's gonna be awkward. I hope she doesn't try to save my soul when she learns more about me.
Hey PC users: If you're one of those people who likes to post pictures, but don't want to resize them for PDD, you might want to try Hello, yet another member of the Google family. Hello has a function called BloggerBot, which you can use to make picture posts on PDD. It's pretty easy to use once you get it set up.
I'm using Hello to make this post. Well, I was at first. I see only two problems.
1. You can't make a title.
2. When you hit enter, the post publishes. So you can only make one paragraph, unless you want to use Blogger to go back and edit, which is what I'm doing now.
Anyway, it's something to look at. I think the best thing is that when you click the picture above, you can see a larger version of it.
1. Abusable Bouquet
2. Bigger Banana
3. Salad Dressing Haunches
4. Impudent Shoulder
5. Exception Camel
6. Dick Begay (in the sender's field)
...and of course, Reactor Gypsies.
This computer has a warning. 3.86 w/ 13.3 modem. So it's a little slow. A guy behind me just requested that we "look up some dirty fucken porn. right now." I fucken agree. I'm here with the fucken pumpkin instigator and the fucken victim. And we better go before this shit freezes all over our recently fucked asses. Adios.
I don't have a whole lot more of these, because I took a disposable camera instead of a decent one (afraid to get it wet). However you can look at my slowly developing site to see the rest, the site will have other cool photos from over the past 18 years sooner or later, which I will shamelessly promote as long as the majority do not rise up and bicker about it.
hmmmm... Perhaps this will help? The Velvet Underground's White Light White Heat played on banjo, bass guitar, ruler, music box, violin, toy piano, electric guitar, accordion, squeezebox, euphonium, ukulele, kazoo, xylophone, pixiphone, uumskither, mbira, pod, delay, turntable and percussion.
In the interest of keeping PDD a happy and warm place, I'd like to offer a quick invite to a new way to spend more of your time on the internet. http://www.pist.com ! Yes here we welcome angry cold people. From dirty tricks and intra-cubie warfare to office sex and reviews of hateful memos, PIST.COM is your online home for un-abashed venting and no-holds barred ranting.
Just go and register....if you want to join the pist.com ranks, you could become a cry baby and administer the forums, disgruntled and post reviews or articles or one day even become POSTAL and have the keys to the whole site. Revel in the dark side.
First a goodbye to Baby Judy. I remember acting with him in "Much Ado About Nothing" and being at way too many Two Sleepy People Shows. And who could forget Swank Night at the 'Shore.
Second, goodbye Duluth. After 11 strange and wonderful years, I'll be heading to Madison. Most of you probably know me as that little quiet guy w/ the black glasses that worked at Disc Go Round forever. I've been at all the shows hanging out quietly in the back corner tapping my toe. I know that Madison is this all hip town and everything, but could anything compare to the frozen winds and the warm community of duluth? I wish I could take that lake with me. I have many friends and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends here.
Duluth, keep making great music and wonderful art. Keep supporting the little guy. Keep encouraging those creative minds at Washington Studios, Renegade Theatre, the MAC, and all those creative places. And please take care of my wonderful girlfriend Carrie Mohn, AKA Trinity, who stays behind in this Northern Town (a hey o ma ma). She requires a Luce chocolate martini a day.
Whenever you see obnoxious tourists, please moon them for me.
So, I broke it off with my family, in the most unseemly manner. I already regret the drunken, grief-stricken, voice-mail message that I left. But not the reason behind the message. If they want to see Lp, they have the number. Otherwise, my calendar is free for all holiday gatherings.
Nate will be missed.
There will be a wake for him tomorrow Friday, Jul 23rd, 2004 from 6-7 PM at Bell Brothers in West Duluth.
The funeral service will be held Saturday Jul 24th, 2004 at St James Catholic Church in West Duluth as well.
Thanks to Craig L from duluth.happypenguin.org for the info.
Bad news people, Nate Forneris was found dead in his apartment from an apparent suicide. I have been working with Nate at the Wedge Co-of where he was a supervised in the meat department and all of us at the store are shocked and saddened as I know you are upon reading this news. If you have questions or answers on any service give me a call at **************. I am guessing there will be something down here in the cities as well as something in Duluth.
Well, that's what I am. And I'm fucking tired of it. I can't even go into the details of why my sister and step-mom are mad at me because, frankly, I don't know. I get entirely no support from them and I'm just tied of feeling emotionally gutted by their lack of support and understanding, and the way that they talk about me behind my back and to others.. If they don't want to communicate with me, then fine, but then they blame me for not getting in touch with them!
So, I had a kid out-of-wedlock. Big fucking deal! So, getting my Masters Degree, a good job, and raising my son to be a respectful, thoughtful person, are higher priorities on my list than getting a husband or engaging myself in their catty little two-some. I'm tired of having to apologize for who I am and made to feel like shit because they can't deal with their own inadequacies!
Someone sent me a press release about this a while back, but for some reason I didn't post it. Check out duluthrocked.com and listen to samplings of local bands from the 1970s, and maybe buy the compilation CD. The one they sell on the site is Volume 3, I'm not sure what happened to 1-2, or what was on them.
I'd really like to see some photographs from past times in the Duluth/Superior scene. Peter Scholtes of Complicated Fun recently posted some ultraswank images of Morris Day and other Minneapolis funk legends from the '70s. I know we were never that cool, but does anyone out there have any pics from the olden days? Hell, I'd like to see some shots from the Cove in 1978. This is the perfect venue to share them, if you got 'em. Don't be shy.
I was just out there with a kayak and a boogie board, and there were several people having trouble getting back to shore at the tot lot beach. Myself included. Now I'm not trying to claim the throne of 2004 boogie boarding hero, but I did help someone in. With a boogie board. They're really quite useful! Then she screamed at her friend "I'm never swimming in this lake again!!!"
Somethings definitely going on in that water. Maybe it's all the extra bird poop. I didn't check today's fecal coliform warnings, but I sure swallowed a lot of water. Mmmm
As we were leaving there were a bunch of fire trucks, a rescue boat, and ambulance heading farther out on park point. Not good. Watch yourselves PDDers. Remember, swim parallel to the shore, perpendicular to the rip current, wait an hour after eating, always have a buddy with you, and use that sunblock.
-50 hours of fun, sun, parking cars and excellent music...
-barely 4 hours of fitful sleep...
-talking sh$t w/ c-freak, Mr. Boo, and the rest of the working staff over the motorola...(it's surprising what's good for a laugh when you get punchy from being overworked, sunbaked, and just plain wore out)
-That One Guy, Low, Devil in a Woodpile, and Savage...
-Random Radio filling in the voids between bands...
--Perfect Duluth Weekend
thanks to everyone.
Population of Duluth
1860 - 71
1870 - 3,131
1875 - 2,953
1900 - 52,969
I wanted to add some pictures, but I'm not sure how anymore. I did it before...
Or, buy a ticket and get on up to Spirit Mountain. There are some pretty great bands playing and the price came down after Willie cancelled.
Best $1.77 I've spent on my camera
I came up to Duluth yesterday because I knew the weather would be great. And it was absolutely beautiful. I drove up the North Shore, swam in Amity creek, hung out at Hawk Ridge, walked around Canal Park, viewed some of the classic cars on Superior street, and ate dinner at the Hacienda del Sol. The best part was seeing my favorite bridge on Seven Bridges Road get ripped to shreds by this monster. A perfect Duluth day!
So the other day I stopped by the local Inn and nailed a parchemnt to the wall..."party forming for dungeon adventure" I was contacted by a half elf rouge, and a comely one to boot, and we stole away to seek our fortune in the dank abyss of the chester creek tunnels.
We were confronted with many horrible monsters, the gelatenous cubes being most unfriendly.
The trip is not without it's lovely ascpects and we soon found ourselves deep in the infernal abyss...by walgreens...the ruins of previous civilizations lay, half buried, in the silt of time
At the end of the deepest tunnel we found the way blocked by a nearly unsurpassable trough. The rouge's climbing ability was good and we continued. Finally in a clearing, we found the throne of the creek king. He likes to quaff from a Colt from a 64. ANyone up for more urban adventuring?
My mom sent me an e-mail this morning with the subject line: RE: Dream. My immediate thought was: this is going to be the best damn thing I will read all day. Let me explain why by giving you some background on my mom and her dreams.
When I was in high school, my mom would fall asleep on the couch every night while watching TV, usually around eight o'clock. Once, I woke her up to ask her a question, and she replied with some crazy nonsense answer like, "The car wash is tomorrow at six, so get your bunnies ready and we'll eat the pizza on the roof." My mom really likes pizza (and washing the car, and bunnies). And she had absolutely no recollection of the discussion the next day. This gave me an idea. My mom is full of material! I've gotta write this stuff down and start using it. So I did. Every night, around eight or eight thirty, I would gently wake her up and wait for the magic to happen.
That's why I was so excited about reading her e-mail this morning, and she did not disappoint. So, here it is, in its entirety.
FYI: My parents call me Kab, and Malia was my best friend and next-door neighbor when I was a kid.
Hi Kab, I just have to tell you about the crazy dream I had just before I woke up this morning - It was you, Malia and me and we were all going to high school together. We would move from class to class and the two of us just giggled and didn't pay attention to the teacher, but Malia was writing down a lot of stuff and then we would ask her to tell us what the teacher had said. We also had gym and for some reason we had to put on these plastic grocery bags that were lined with some kind of cloth. It was a crazy dream, but I wanted it to go on and then I woke up.
My mom. She's great!
Everyone has different opinions and different ways of expressing those opinions, and that's what makes ninjas so sweet. Sometimes you just have to go out and do things that others don't see the point of. Does the yuppie gay guy in San Francisco like being in the same parade as the gay guy in the leather zipper-mask? No, but he knows that the gimp is just expressing his opinion differently. So can't we learn a lesson from the gimp and yuppie and all just get along?
Bad Cat once found 1,300 PVC crosses on the lawn of the Cathedral (some abortion protest), and Bad Cat may or may not have been involved in turning every one of those crosses upside down a few hours before Sunday mass. Some may have viewed this as a "hate-crime" against the church, whereas others saw it as a crazy teen-age prank (perpetrated by a 26 year old woman).
The point is, expressing yourself sometimes means doing stupid/crazy/silly things. So let's stop all the political name-calling, and get on with stupid/crazy/silly stories! Bring 'em on!!! Ever try to set a flag on fire - and burn yourself? Did you throw red paint at someone wearing fur? (or fake fur - oops!) Did you make a big deal about protesting something, and find out you had your facts wrong? Come on and spill!