18th March 12
Have you taken any time to look at the absurdly comprehensive “Life Events” posting options for your Facebook Timeline?
Oh, my. I don’t even know where to begin. I am thinking I should set “Study Abroad” to “Pittsburgh,” maybe “Overcame an Illness” to something with the word “tummy” in it, include information in “Got a Tattoo” that reflects the made-up portrait of Alvin Toffler I have on my back, and am considering how mortifying I could make the respective “first kiss,” “first flight,” “first vote” and “first drink” sections.
The point is, if Zuckerberg is going to make a zillion dollars selling information about my study abroad experiences in the Iron City to whoever is low-balling him for that kind of data so they can try to sell me foreign-language Steelers beer coozies, I want to be the one laughing.
16th February 12
Readers, I blew it recently. I blew it — as the old saying goes — hard.
In my recent post on the subject of Minneapolis-St. Paul not always being great about recognizing its own, I lumped in the great Charles Schulz with a couple of other artists that had more tentative connections to these cities, and whose contributions to the local artistic and literary landscape seemed to me to be overstated.
Charles Schulz clearly does not belong in this company. My assessment of Schulz was based on some bad and incomplete information. Read more in the rollicking comments section here — it is quite interesting! It does not hurt that this blog has a larger-than-average following of cartoonists and cartoon appreciators. So I appreciate Will, Michael and Brett setting me straight on this.
To atone, I will 1.) finally read David Michaelis’s acclaimed biography, and 2.) dedicate an entire Stroll column to Schulz’s St. Paul sometime in the near future.
I still do not care for the statues. But I think the gesture behind them is a fine one.
30th January 12
Oh, god. My life is such a joke.
16th January 10
My default winter around-the-apartment nighttime outfit, for when I am ambling around cooking or watching a movie or listening to the BBC World Service, consists of the following:
- one pair of black silk L.L. Bean long underwear that are thin enough to resemble leggings, and…
- one oversize thrift-store green and black flannel shirt
I only bring this up because, incredibly, it is the exact same outfit your contemporary dancer girlfriend in college wore around the apartment. I am one pair of leggings away from being your hot date to the Blueberry Boat album release party and drunkenly, tearfully throwing a half-empty bottle of Goldschlager at your head outside the Plaza Tavern on State Street because you’re being an asshole again.
Oh my god, here she is on Lookbook!
Oh no, another one!
I mean, did you think I cooked red sauce in a cravat and monogrammed silk smoking jacket? I am sorry to disappoint you, reader.
12th January 10
The lines are open, reader.
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party.
(Please note: vaguely creepy anonymous queries I am obviously not going to answer in 1,000 word entries for the world to see may be directed to my email, which appears on the bottom of this page.)
26th October 09
Blah blah blah, look at me, I’m S. 12th, everyone! I screw up the flow of your dashboard with a bunch of long, boring posts full of run-on sentences that go on for nineteen paragraphs…
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