<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:53:08.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pointy Ears Are Up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-8107266502137833459</id><published>2008-07-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:14:25.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Californians Would Never Say</title><content type='html'>I appreciate your candor in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From a conversation between a native midwesterner and a customer service representative from a domain host&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-8107266502137833459?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/8107266502137833459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=8107266502137833459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/8107266502137833459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/8107266502137833459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-californians-would-never-say.html' title='Things Californians Would Never Say'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-2591343564336151741</id><published>2008-03-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:08:35.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Music Is Similar. Artist's Quarter, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad The Artist's Quarter exists. The bathroom situation is a little different. But good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:&lt;/span&gt; You know what they say about classical music being good for your brain? I feel like jazz music is similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-2591343564336151741?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/2591343564336151741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=2591343564336151741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/2591343564336151741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/2591343564336151741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2008/03/jazz-music-is-similar-artists-quarter.html' title='Jazz Music Is Similar. Artist&apos;s Quarter, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-6236671578233058590</id><published>2008-02-08T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:17:32.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaner Than My Ex-Wife. West 7th Street, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>Those dogs are cleaner than my ex-wife. And I'd say they're a lot prettier, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-6236671578233058590?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/6236671578233058590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=6236671578233058590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/6236671578233058590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/6236671578233058590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2008/02/cleaner-than-my-ex-wife-west-7th-street.html' title='Cleaner Than My Ex-Wife. West 7th Street, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-8892909583737488520</id><published>2007-11-30T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:42:40.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Woke Up So Happy. 55 Hiawatha LRT Westbound</title><content type='html'>Oh my god! I woke up so happy this morning. I dreamt I was shopping, and it was so real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-8892909583737488520?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/8892909583737488520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=8892909583737488520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/8892909583737488520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/8892909583737488520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-woke-up-so-happy-55-hiawatha-lrt.html' title='I Woke Up So Happy. 55 Hiawatha LRT Westbound'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-3450727159662521442</id><published>2007-10-19T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:51:50.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be at Spanky's. 74S Eastbound, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you tell her to call me please? Because this is an emergency, and I need to talk to her. I'll be at Spanky's. The number is ...-...-....&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;My friend's 13-year old son got busted for having alcohol in her house. And now he just got caught stealing two guns from Walmart. With his friend. Are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-3450727159662521442?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/3450727159662521442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=3450727159662521442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/3450727159662521442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/3450727159662521442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2007/10/ill-be-at-spankys-74s-eastbound-st-paul.html' title='I&apos;ll be at Spanky&apos;s. 74S Eastbound, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-4711825265903416362</id><published>2007-06-07T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:55:12.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Talking About Hot Dogs. The St. Paul Grill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I would really like to be in that picture right now. With naked Victorian women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;I just think it's really interesting. That was like the goddess body. You know, I wore a bigger size in the 7th grade than I do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I could really go for a hot dog right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;You're talking about cocktail weenies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;No, I'm talking about hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-4711825265903416362?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/4711825265903416362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=4711825265903416362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/4711825265903416362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/4711825265903416362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-talking-about-hot-dogs-st-paul-grill.html' title='I&apos;m Talking About Hot Dogs. The St. Paul Grill.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-5883966618517674394</id><published>2007-05-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:00:12.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night. Ficocello's Hair Styling Salon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So you think I should just use silver eye shadow or should I try to find some yellow? Should I just use silver and black? I have silver accessories.&lt;br /&gt;How much should I charge for liquor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-5883966618517674394?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/5883966618517674394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=5883966618517674394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/5883966618517674394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/5883966618517674394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2007/06/prom-night-ficocellos-hair-styling.html' title='Prom Night. Ficocello&apos;s Hair Styling Salon.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-2537179775984400079</id><published>2007-05-15T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:30:18.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Means You're Creative. Minneapolis Convention Center.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a Conference Room ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;May I have your autograph?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Look, she's left-handed, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Some people say that means my brain is in backwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;No. It means you're creative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the Women's Bathroom ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;The corporate world, all of the systems we're involved in, are patriarchal. We're trying to bring it back to matriarchal. Because when women ruled the world, it was much more peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;No wars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the Hallway ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Excuse me, do you know where the Hyatt is? I know it's close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;It is close. Let's look out the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-2537179775984400079?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/2537179775984400079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=2537179775984400079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/2537179775984400079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/2537179775984400079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-means-youre-creative-minneapolis.html' title='It Means You&apos;re Creative. Minneapolis Convention Center.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-4561701667552104158</id><published>2007-04-22T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:07:20.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring and Obvious. St. Paul Art Crawl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you see a good work of art, it's inspiring and obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-4561701667552104158?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/4561701667552104158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=4561701667552104158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/4561701667552104158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/4561701667552104158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2007/04/inspiring-and-obvious-st-paul-art-crawl.html' title='Inspiring and Obvious. St. Paul Art Crawl.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-115749347134997419</id><published>2006-08-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:57:52.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Superheroes. S. Van Ness Post Office, San Francisco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Do you have any superhero stamps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;No, I think we're all out. M., do you have any superheroes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;There are no more superheroes. They all sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-115749347134997419?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/115749347134997419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=115749347134997419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/115749347134997419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/115749347134997419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-more-superheroes-s-van-ness-post.html' title='No More Superheroes. S. Van Ness Post Office, San Francisco.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-115332128018978799</id><published>2006-07-14T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:27:01.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Looking for a Body. 74S Eastbound, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If we don't renew our mind, you know what? We're gonna be lost in a fool's world.&lt;br /&gt;You know Santa Claus? What we teach all our kids about him bringing all the presents? You know the three pigs? Cinderella? We teaching our kids the big bad wolf and Santa Claus and the tooth fairy. What about Little Red Riding Hood? Teaching our kids how to walk through the park by themselves. You can walk through the park to grandma's house if you want but don't talk to strangers. Your momma was a stranger until she breastfed you.&lt;br /&gt;You know Bill Gates? The computer guy, right? He sells computers to the world, but who gets the reward?&lt;br /&gt;These are myths. Jesus is a myth, too, but that's a myth we should all know because that myth is good.&lt;br /&gt;We treat our animals better than humans. You go to a house now and the dog opens the door. Ain't no more Lassie, ain't no more Rin Tin Tin. You drowning, that dog ain't gonna run to the house for a rope to save you. But we put our trust in the dog. We should put our trust in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You know that Jesus is the spirit, right? He's looking for a body to live in, right?&lt;br /&gt;We have to believe in things we cannot see. Some people don't believe in Jesus. But what if they're married? How do they know the spirit of Jesus didn't get their wife or husband to look for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-115332128018978799?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/115332128018978799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=115332128018978799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/115332128018978799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/115332128018978799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/07/jesus-looking-for-body-74s-eastbound.html' title='Jesus Looking for a Body. 74S Eastbound, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-115332063898203937</id><published>2006-06-30T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:54:37.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Books. Randolph &amp; Bay, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;What are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hayduke Lives! &lt;/span&gt;It's a book about people who are mad at the way people mess up the environment, so they start fighting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Oh! That sounds good. I'm reading a book about the murder that happened in White Bear Lake in the early 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Is that a new  book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;No, I got it in a thrift store for 50 cents. It's about this three year old who died in White Bear Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;I don't know so much about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;His biological mother had put him up for adoption, because she was pretty young, and, you know, that was a different time. But she went back to look for him and found out he had died. So she started investigating. This woman who had adopted him was so mean. You know, he peed a little, so she put a clothespin on his privates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Oh, she was just really abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, and back then, you know, it wasn't like it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;You mean, no services? No one to help out in situations like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Well, you know, nobody knew about child abuse then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, it was all very secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I like mysteries. I read mostly on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-115332063898203937?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/115332063898203937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=115332063898203937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/115332063898203937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/115332063898203937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/06/bus-books-randolph-bay-st-paul.html' title='Bus Books. Randolph &amp; Bay, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-114771647017275096</id><published>2006-05-14T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:09:16.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, Wrong, and Wonderful. Lula's, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;They make a deep-fried tater tot that is to die for. Have you ever had a deep-fried tater tot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;They are sick, wrong, and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-114771647017275096?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/114771647017275096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=114771647017275096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/114771647017275096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/114771647017275096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick-wrong-and-wonderful-lulas-st-paul.html' title='Sick, Wrong, and Wonderful. Lula&apos;s, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-114719150578018670</id><published>2006-04-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:18:25.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill 'er Up. Office chatter in San Francisco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="NormalBlue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;It used to cost me 35 dollars to fill up my tank. Now it’s more like 40. You know what you gotta do then, is make more money. You don’t have any problems if you make more money. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="NormalBlue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;But when you make more money, you don’t want to give it away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="NormalBlue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;You can’t take it with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-114719150578018670?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/114719150578018670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=114719150578018670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/114719150578018670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/114719150578018670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/04/fill-er-up-office-chatter-in-san.html' title='Fill &apos;er Up. Office chatter in San Francisco.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-114705016084504361</id><published>2006-03-24T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:04:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved But Not Loving Back. 74S Eastbound, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;What happened with you and K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;She got psycho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;She got fat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;She's like, square. After two dates, she was like saying she loved me and shit. I was like, alright. I started trying to piss her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-114705016084504361?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/114705016084504361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=114705016084504361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/114705016084504361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/114705016084504361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/03/loved-but-not-loving-back-74s.html' title='Loved But Not Loving Back. 74S Eastbound, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113984938313326316</id><published>2006-02-09T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:49:43.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bartender Brandishing a Cheap Brass Jesus. W. A. Frost, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stool 1: &lt;/span&gt;You could kill him with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartender: &lt;/span&gt;No, Jesus is hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stool 1: &lt;/span&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stool 2: &lt;/span&gt;It appears that Jesus is for the half and half-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stool 3: &lt;/span&gt;It appears that Jesus is a jello mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113984938313326316?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113984938313326316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113984938313326316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113984938313326316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113984938313326316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/02/bartender-brandishing-cheap-brass.html' title='Bartender Brandishing a Cheap Brass Jesus. W. A. Frost, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113924424503686102</id><published>2006-02-04T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:45:57.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked, Half-naked, Waxed. 55 Hiawatha Line, Eastbound, Mpls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;Want to go to Hooters again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;Too much torture? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;Too many naked women there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;They're not naked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;Half-naked. I just want to rip their clothes off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;You're crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;What the fuck are you putting on? Eye shit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;I need to get my eyebrows waxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;Why don't you just pluck 'em? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She: &lt;/span&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113924424503686102?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113924424503686102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113924424503686102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113924424503686102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113924424503686102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/02/naked-half-naked-waxed-55-hiawatha.html' title='Naked, Half-naked, Waxed. 55 Hiawatha Line, Eastbound, Mpls.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113685338695747742</id><published>2006-01-07T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:39:14.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longtime Viking Fan. White Rock Coffee, St. Paul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm 82 years old. I don't worry about anything. I get my coffee every morning and watch my football games. Some old people wait around all day for the mailman. That's all they do. They love the mailman. Have you ever tried coffee at this place? It's the best in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113685338695747742?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113685338695747742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113685338695747742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113685338695747742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113685338695747742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2006/01/longtime-viking-fan-white-rock-coffee.html' title='Longtime Viking Fan. White Rock Coffee, St. Paul.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113497334845779564</id><published>2005-12-16T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:22:28.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keep Walking. 74A Westbound, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Downtown   St.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; Paul is the worst. They’re just assholes. It’s always transit cops, too. I hate transit cops. They’re the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;They’re just pissed off because they got stuck being transit cops. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;No, they volunteer for it. They just love being pricks. No matter what you’re doing they hassle you, and say you’re breaking some law. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Tell her about those crazy laws in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Oh, like “molesting a cheeseburger”? Like if you’re eating a cheeseburger and a pickle falls on the sidewalk. That’s called “molesting a cheeseburger.” Or there’s “leaning with the intent to fall.” That’s if you’re leaning against a wall. My favorite is one they actually made up. My friend hangs out with this guy who tried to shoot himself with a gun in the mouth. It didn’t work but now the guy is slow and not with it. The cops love fucking with him. So they made up something called “aggravated idiocy with intent to disturb.” And for this they threw them both in jail for a week, him and my friend. They should feel sorry for the guy, but no, they don’t. They want to beat him up or throw him in jail. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think I want to go there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;It’s fun but there’s always that risk. If you’re with someone who knows &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, it’s okay, because they know what to do. If you’re walking along, don’t stop, because that’s when they fuck with you. Just keep walking. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113497334845779564?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113497334845779564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113497334845779564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113497334845779564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113497334845779564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-keep-walking-74a-westbound-st.html' title='Just Keep Walking. 74A Westbound, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113459015157333997</id><published>2005-12-08T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:56:34.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good. W. A. Frost, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Life is good. Life is good. I had a friend from Montana who wanted to be in the air force. She would always say, "Life is good." She drove an old, beat-up Toyota Land Cruiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Have you seen Million Dollar Baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;No, I have not. Have you seen the Harry Potter movie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;You should see it. I have all the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113459015157333997?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113459015157333997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113459015157333997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113459015157333997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113459015157333997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-good-w-frost-st-paul.html' title='Life is Good. W. A. Frost, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113383553084886315</id><published>2005-12-05T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:09:08.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Til Death Do Us Part. Black Dog Cafe, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I noticed that when I open the door to the coat closet, it smells like a Polish boarding house, because of all the onions that have been sauteed this week. The next time you saute onions, why don't you throw some cabbage in there, just to knock it out of the park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113383553084886315?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113383553084886315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113383553084886315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113383553084886315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113383553084886315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/12/til-death-do-us-part-black-dog-cafe-st.html' title='&apos;Til Death Do Us Part. Black Dog Cafe, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113322915743669265</id><published>2005-11-25T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:52:37.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in Minnesota or Petaluma. Mad Hatter Tea House, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I notice you have some photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. For a long time I've been photographing traditional manufacturing processes at places like &lt;a href="http://www.redwingshoe.com/"&gt;Red Wing Shoes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.faribowool.com/"&gt;Faribault Woolen Mills&lt;/a&gt;. They're both old manufacturing companies, but they figured out how to compete in the global market, and both are doing fairly well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;When I lived in San Francisco, I wish I'd had time to document a &lt;a href="http://www.sunsetlineandtwine.com/"&gt;twine company in Petaluma&lt;/a&gt;. Petaluma was a town known mostly for chickens, but now it's more upscale. They have a lot of other things going on there now. Sushi restaurants, and everything else. But when you first get off the freeway, you see this old building with the roof caved in over the parts of the factory they don't use anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Do they still make twine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. I was so intrigued, I stopped in and the guy there showed me around. It was amazing. There was this one bank of twine machines driven by leather belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Red Wing Shoes has been around 100 years this year, and they still have some of their original equipment. They made new machines modeled after the 1905 machines, and people say they don't work as well. The original machines don't break down as often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Nowadays we don't want to spend the money to make something that lasts 20 years. That's why the old stuff works better. I really enjoy the old stuff, the craftsmanship. But if you have an economic model set up to make money, purely, it doesn't make sense to sink all that money into something like equipment. When resources become scarce, as they may become sometime soon here, it makes more sense to make things that last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;They have some washers and dryers that are 50 years old and still work. They don't have any electronics. That's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;We bought our first fridge in 1948, and it still works. It doesn't keep the ice cream cold, but it never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;It's probably not as energy-efficient as new fridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113322915743669265?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113322915743669265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113322915743669265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113322915743669265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113322915743669265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/11/made-in-minnesota-or-petaluma-mad.html' title='Made in Minnesota or Petaluma. Mad Hatter Tea House, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113287937210621795</id><published>2005-11-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:48:10.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don’t Trust That Lake. DeGidio's Restaurant &amp; Bar, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;They asked me to go out there, but I’m not going out on that lake. I don’t trust that lake. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What lake? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mille Lacs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I used to go out there all the time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Yeah, they have three ice houses out there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Well, you can’t go out now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;No, not now! Hey, someone jumped in there tonight. There was a bunch of police cars and they were going to try and fish out the body. You know, by the waterfall? Right by the dam. Ya know, if you’re gonna do it, do it right. Do it off the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;High&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113287937210621795?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113287937210621795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113287937210621795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113287937210621795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113287937210621795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-trust-that-lake-degidios.html' title='I Don’t Trust That Lake. DeGidio&apos;s Restaurant &amp; Bar, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113192459682831727</id><published>2005-11-10T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:31:00.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People, People, Everywhere. W.A. Frost, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;San Francisco has a lot of people on the streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;I haven't been to San Francisco in years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I was there a couple years ago. I was having a couple drinks with friends, and I thought I'd walk back to my motel. The people I was with told me to take a cab. There were people sleeping on the sidewalk. I thought, if I walk purposefully, they won't bother me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Were they on drugs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;They were asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;People are wacko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;So, um, people are very surprised at the mix of people. It's a very interesting mix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;I love interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;I went to a poetry reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Did you have to write a poem yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Oh no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: &lt;/span&gt;My neighbor lady has a garden tour. She has a gorgeous azalea. It's beautiful. Mine is smaller than her's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113192459682831727?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113192459682831727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113192459682831727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113192459682831727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113192459682831727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/11/people-people-everywhere-wa-frost-st.html' title='People, People, Everywhere. W.A. Frost, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113192448043596904</id><published>2005-11-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:31:41.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Men, One Doing All the Talking. Chino Latino, Mpls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You responded to him with "Hide the money." Hide the money? Fuck the money. Take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113192448043596904?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113192448043596904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113192448043596904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113192448043596904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113192448043596904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-men-one-doing-all-talking-chino.html' title='Two Men, One Doing All the Talking. Chino Latino, Mpls.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113192433948676697</id><published>2005-11-04T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:43:51.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boho Chick. Sophie Joe's, St.Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;Is there such a thing as Boho Chick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;You mean Boho Chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;So, it isn't C-H-I-Q-U-E?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;No, it's C-H-I-C, and it's pronounced "chic." Do you know about fox fur? Some people call it faux fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113192433948676697?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113192433948676697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113192433948676697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113192433948676697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113192433948676697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/11/boho-chick-sophie-joes-stpaul.html' title='Boho Chick. Sophie Joe&apos;s, St.Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-113011367085671479</id><published>2005-10-22T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:33:17.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coleman for Mayor. One of the Oldest Houses, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Readability and Dignity Among Artists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to a faculty meeting later. I'll bring your comic there so more people can see it. And I'll say, "Why isn't he teaching here?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. I should get to teach there because of the way they treated my brother. Because he has middle-aged eyes, he didn't want to use 8-point type on CD covers, so he got a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;He's hung up on conventional notions of readability, huh? It's like saying, "This bathroom has to look perfect, so we're not putting any towels in it." Well, don't count on me to get you a job there. I have zero credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, they point to you and say, "He's just the guy with the bongos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;I promise to be understated and dignified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're Not From Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's apparently a trailer park in Florida where all the retired circus freaks live. Apparently Lobsterman was abusive, and his daughter's boyfriend offed him there. I suspect you can research this on the Internet. The Internet is a wonderful thing. Remember Andre the Giant? Supposedly he would have a case of beer with a meal. His record was having 150 beers in a night out. You might want to check that out, too.&lt;br /&gt;You're not from here. You missed out on a big part of the professional wrestling scene. Marty O'Neill was a sports announcer, and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;little guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Andre the Giant gave Marty O'Neill his sports coat and it went down to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-113011367085671479?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/113011367085671479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=113011367085671479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113011367085671479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/113011367085671479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/10/coleman-for-mayor-one-of-oldest-houses.html' title='Coleman for Mayor. One of the Oldest Houses, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112904334730931978</id><published>2005-10-09T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:34:43.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Family Will Surprise You. Marlena's, San Francisco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad is like a cover story for a midlife crisis. He just got a big Harley and goes out riding with all these guys. They're, like, Catholics and realtors in their 50s. It's a gorgeous bike, though. A big, gorgeous Harley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My father was so mean. But when I came out, he was so nice and supportive of me. He and my brother were the nicest ones. And I thought they'd hate me. I was surprised because everybody knew anyway, and here I was working so hard to keep it a secret. I brought my boyfriend home for Easter and he and my grandmother were bonding, and I just sat back and thought, how weird is this? I was kind of disappointed because they told my grandfather. He was cool with it, he just said, "Okay." But he was so into me getting married and having kids and everything. My sister gave him a grandson, though. Illegitimate, but all the same. He's a great kid. Best thing that ever happened to my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112904334730931978?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112904334730931978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112904334730931978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112904334730931978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112904334730931978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-family-will-surprise-you-marlenas.html' title='Your Family Will Surprise You. Marlena&apos;s, San Francisco.'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112890287994096729</id><published>2005-10-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:35:35.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, California. Chartered Bus, Interstate 80, Sacramento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been at weddings before where cell phones were going off all over because no one turned off their cell phones. That was weird. But this was a Lord of the Rings wedding. It was weird. The music was from the Lord of the Rings soundtrack. It was at a garden in Saratoga, really pretty, but there were these little rocks everywhere that you had to walk over. It almost seemed too military. At the reception, people were wearing ears, like Elvin ears. He's white, she's Chinese. All the Chinese people were like, Huh? And all the upstate New Yorkers were like, Hmm, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112890287994096729?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112890287994096729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112890287994096729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112890287994096729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112890287994096729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-california-chartered-bus.html' title='Hmm, California. Chartered Bus, Interstate 80, Sacramento'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112890260669393543</id><published>2005-10-05T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:36:10.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed for Dallas. Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Kid and Grown-Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid: &lt;/span&gt;Doesn't it seem like yesterday? Doesn't it seem like we just got here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grown-up: &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid: &lt;/span&gt;It seems like yesterday to me, because it's so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Passenger Looking Out the Window at a Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, now that one's going fast. That one's fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Business Woman on the Phone with T. and J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is A.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho. I know one's T. Now who's the other?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, J., how are you? Yes, you do have a distinctive voice. So what's going on you guys?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay. Yes. Uh huh. Yup. Okay. Yup. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Um, I didn't know that. I didn't know that their parties did that, but I can see why you're doing what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Business Man on the Phone with A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is T.&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;Man, did I not call you back? I didn't? That's not good.&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I know.&lt;br /&gt;Actually one day I thought I needed to tell myself I had to call A., or I had to call A.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm sitting in the airport in Minneapolis right now.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we just need to put it on hold.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with you was a good thing. We got the budget together. That's step 1.&lt;br /&gt;She's got one of her girlfreinds who's a CPA who's putting a spreadsheet together, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Well, and that's what I told her. This girl's a CPA, she said, and let's do it all in Excel. But then I told her, what are you gonna do at the end of the every month? That's the great thing about Quicken. You can just downlaod it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's be realistic. This hurricane has killed me, just killed my whole month.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get her to understand, we have to make a decision based on base salary, not last year.&lt;br /&gt;She's actually realizing that being a stay-at-home mom is just not working. She's got to get some money saved up. She's just not doing the math.&lt;br /&gt;I've slowed down a lot in the last three weeks since we had that big conversation. Y'know, since we had this hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112890260669393543?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112890260669393543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112890260669393543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112890260669393543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112890260669393543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/10/headed-for-dallas-minneapolisst-paul.html' title='Headed for Dallas. Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112800523674958259</id><published>2005-09-28T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:36:59.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muslin Bunnies. A Kitchen Table, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;You're like me, and you're like me. You have bookshelves full of books. You can never have enough bookshelves because you have more books than you know what to do with. But my sister-in-law bought this house in Lake Geneva, with built-in bookshelves, and she didn't put one book in them. All she had in them was muslin bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112800523674958259?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112800523674958259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112800523674958259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112800523674958259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112800523674958259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/09/muslin-bunnies-kitchen-table-st-paul.html' title='Muslin Bunnies. A Kitchen Table, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112792071085505161</id><published>2005-09-27T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:38:10.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Girls. Coffee News Cafe, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;1:&lt;/b&gt; Even if she doesn't know anything about it, she wants to have a conversation about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;People who are more educated tend to want to listen more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's just such a burdening process. I'm the only person with intellect she knows, I'm the only one pushing her in the other direction. Everyone else supports what she says. It's just so good to see what's on the other side of the tracks. You learn to defend yourself, articulate your position. We went out for a drink one night and I was, like, ready to leave. They were just talking about Mexicans and how they take our jobs. I said, these are people from Central and South America, poor countries, and they come here for a better life. There was a time when America offered a better life, and Europeans came here. And I guarantee you, if Canada had a better life you'd be running for the border. And she's like, I guess you're right. And I'm like, whew, watch your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's so hard for them, too. Like, they cross rivers, or stay in the back of a car for four days to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last week I ended up waiting at someone's house for a pregnant woman who never showed up. So then this other woman who was there started asking me questions, about what I do, about my travels in Mexico, the people I stayed with. She asked, "What do they eat over there? Did you cook them American food?" And I said, "What do you consider American food?" She said, "I don't know. Cornbread." Then we started talking about Rita, and how sad it is for these people, and how the government is letting them down. And that was really interesting. She said, "I don't know what you believe in, but the bible says you get back what you give." She was talking about karma. I don't know. You know when you're having a conversation with someone, but you're also having a sub-conversation in your head? I censor myself, because there's just so much going on up there. But it was great. I was getting paid to help this pregnant woman, but instead I'm having this interesting conversation with this other person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112792071085505161?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112792071085505161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112792071085505161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112792071085505161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112792071085505161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/09/college-girls-coffee-news-cafe-st-paul.html' title='College Girls. Coffee News Cafe, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112691496269710711</id><published>2005-09-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:38:38.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamenting and Knitting. Nina's Coffee Cafe, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lamenting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got maybe two friends--yeah, two--that I talk to. One of them, we were lovers for a while. The second is just a friend. We talk about what's going on rather than, you know. When I see him, it's always about &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; you've been doing, not &lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt; you've been doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;I thought this was a knitting circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;We haven't begun yet. We were talking about you. Was I rude to you on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;You weren't rude on the phone. Do you know how often &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; use that tone? I've learned not to answer the phone. Especially in the middle of a diaper change ... This is the yarn I got at Target for a dollar a skein. Don't tell anyone. A dollar a skein. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Target has yarn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;In their dollar bin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Where's their dollar bin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Right by the door, to the right. When was the last time you were at Target?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;15 minutes ago. I know my Targets. That's why I'm looking at you like you're crazy. Which Target are we talking about here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Midway. Right on University, near Snelling, or Hamline. Right on University. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112691496269710711?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112691496269710711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112691496269710711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112691496269710711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112691496269710711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/09/lamenting-and-knitting-ninas-coffee.html' title='Lamenting and Knitting. Nina&apos;s Coffee Cafe, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112662535239435201</id><published>2005-09-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:39:09.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Date. Axel's Bonfire, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was like seven. I wrote all the lyrics. And my oldest brother wrote a little part of it. It was like, [singing] "I have eyes like a &lt;i&gt;ray&lt;/i&gt;, I never &lt;i&gt;lay&lt;/i&gt;." Which is funny, because we meant &lt;i&gt;lay down&lt;/i&gt;. I swear to God, don't make fun of me. "And when the zombies come, everyone runs." And my brother's keyboard part was like, [singing] &lt;i&gt;neer, neer, neer, neer&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tasmanian Devil, that's a fuckin' redneck thing. That just blows my mind. Tasmanian Devil and white trash. That just blows my mind. They're like, I'm so crazy, I could kick your ass. You think they even watch the show? On Saturday mornings, you think they watch? I don't think they do. They're just like, "Taz, he's fuckin' crazy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've never seen Desperate Housewives? At the beginning, it's like, the Garden of Eden, the apple? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your favorite drink? Beer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want a martini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112662535239435201?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112662535239435201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112662535239435201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112662535239435201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112662535239435201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-date-axels-bonfire-st-paul.html' title='First Date. Axel&apos;s Bonfire, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112594089072686673</id><published>2005-09-04T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:39:45.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habachi Shrimp. Black Dog Cafe, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;My grandfather's nearly blind. We drove him up here. During his midlife crisis, he was in some hotel room in Maryland, everything was carpet. Walls, ceiling, everything. He thought it was the coolest thing ever. So he started collecting carpet for his attic, and did it up. This was during the sexual revolution, Playboy was very big and kitschy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;This place still exists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;Yes. And now they're trying to sell the house with the carpet in the attic intact. Everyone wants to get rid of it. I want to get rid of it. But the problem is he used this really weird glue and it's impossible to take off. And there are weird signs all over, like "George Washington never lied &lt;i&gt;in bed&lt;/i&gt;," with a picture of George Washington's butt over a bed. And of course, everything's black-lit. It goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;So I realized that this is not a normal thing to have in your grandparent's attic. And that's where all the kids' toys were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;[Laughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;So he lost a leg this year. His life is about consumption. He can't see, he can't really walk. But he can taste. So yesterday we were at a family party. It's a very big deal for him to come up here. He's from the Chicago area. He refused to eat anything. And we asked, "What do you want, Grandpa?" And he said, "Habachi shrimp." He knew exactly what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112594089072686673?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112594089072686673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112594089072686673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112594089072686673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112594089072686673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/09/habachi-shrimp-black-dog-cafe-st-paul.html' title='Habachi Shrimp. Black Dog Cafe, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112532929947071049</id><published>2005-08-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:41:03.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will She or Won't She? fhima's, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;She: &lt;/b&gt;I didn't want to do it. He asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;/b&gt;Oh. He asked you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;/b&gt;I mean, I was gonna do it. Now don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;/b&gt;I won't. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;/b&gt;It'll never happen with us. Because we're not like that. You know who I am. This is who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;/b&gt;Totally. 100%. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;/b&gt;Hey, I can feel it. You know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112532929947071049?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112532929947071049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112532929947071049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112532929947071049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112532929947071049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/08/will-she-or-wont-she-fhimas-st-paul.html' title='Will She or Won&apos;t She? fhima&apos;s, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112432794042646233</id><published>2005-08-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:41:36.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophers of Childrearing. Rudies Coffeehouse, St. Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;We were thinking maybe we should teach my daughter stenography. She could actually get things written down in a logical way. What do you think of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;I think it's cool. My mom used to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;No, but for someone like my daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;I don't know how she learns. Maybe she learns better by listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;The problem is when you take notes, you're trying to write rather than listen. You're just concentrating on a sentence behind you, rather than processing anything in your head. When I was in college, I used to just always doodle. And I got better grades than my girlfriend, who would study and study and study. I personally found that when I took any notes at all, it didn't work. That's my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;We're debating sending my daughter to stenography school before she goes to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;Shorthand, that is such a bizarre thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;Is she interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;No, we're still debating this between the adult units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;I don't know about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;She's 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;I thought kids in college brought the laptops into class now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;But she doesn't have the skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;Well, teach her typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;We've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;Maybe you could get her a shock collar. It's a little unorthodox, and I wouldn't tell anybody. In fact I got one you could use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;Maybe a wireless fence, too, to keep her in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;I think she needs some kind of unorthodox, politically-incorrect training, possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;When she was younger, we had this harness she had to step into, put her arms through, and it zipped up the back, and it had a D-ring on it. Because she used to wander off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;Like a leash? A kiddie leash? I used to feel sorry for kids on leashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;We'd used to go to the malls, and you should've seen the moms and how they'd look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;I love it! It means you have control of your kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;My daughter's the kind that would, you know, you'd be walking along, and she'd wander off because there was something shiny across the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;Maybe it was the mask, with the zipper eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;No, we didn't have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;"She's seen too much today, zip up the eyes. She's over-stimulated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;The little blinders, that's what you should've gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;You have two D-rings, so you could've put the suitcase handle on, picked her up with the zipped eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;I spent a lot of time holding her where she was screaming at the top of her lungs, flailing her arms, kicking me, as we exited whatever establishment we were in as quickly as possible. Something set her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;What tender age was that? 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;2 , 3, 4, 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;Has it stopped yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;There's times when it hasn't. We went to this restaurant, the Khyber Pass, used to be on St. Clair. We went in with my folks, sat down, got the waters, got the menus, and she's screaming. She'd screamed since we got in there. Put her in the highchair, she's screaming. This other couple walks in with their parents and two kids, just like us, and my parents and wife and I looked at each other and we picked everybody up, and we left, and this other couple and their parents and kids sat down, just like that. We went home and cooked macaroni and cheese or something, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;You were in the wrong frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;What do you do with a kid like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;Well, you don't take them out to restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, you just can't go with your parents out to dinner, even though you're dying to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;And they're paying. You could go someplace interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;They should have paid for babysitting, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;I think it's gotten a lot worse, though, with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;Like, running around restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;My friend, who goes down to the Glockenspiel, I don't know if you know who she is, she used to work up at--I think it was Players, in the Mall of America. And one of the guys that was serving--you know they have the door with the window way up high--opened the door up, you usually kick it our push it--SMACK, right in this kid's face. He felt really bad about it, but ya know, he couldn't see the kid. Mom and dad, nowhere to be found. It's like, [worried voice] "Where's your mom and dad?", [tiny voice] "Over there ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;Why are you standing in front of a swinging door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;I don't know, I think the punishment for the parents for letting the kid do that would be to take your serving tray and [swings].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2: &lt;/b&gt;Smack 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;That's what you did to your kid, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;Well, it was a good lesson. This is what happens when you stand in front of a swinging door, and you're too short to be seen through the window. Pow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: &lt;/b&gt;Well I think the kid was probably running by, and you know, caught it, as he came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4: &lt;/b&gt;Either, either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1: &lt;/b&gt;Either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112432794042646233?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112432794042646233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112432794042646233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112432794042646233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112432794042646233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/08/philosophers-of-childrearing-rudies.html' title='Philosophers of Childrearing. Rudies Coffeehouse, St. Paul'/><author><name>Pinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07615684123343726701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q3RO4q-qSus/SI6Du9gJD8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-nXE-paaC_E/S220/PointyEars2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478778.post-112420697918030727</id><published>2005-08-07T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:42:27.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Man. Figlio at Lake &amp; Hennepin, Mpls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the plan then, where are you going now?&lt;br /&gt;Would you please call me when you're done?&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the scoop, are you staying in or coming out?&lt;br /&gt;R. and I were going to go out but he had an anxiety attack. He was fucking &lt;bleep&gt;blaming me for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm on 20th and Hennepin, you gotta walk down here.&lt;br /&gt;Just meet me at Lunds.&lt;br /&gt;Man, you gotta chill the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, he says.&lt;br /&gt;So you're gonna lose it again?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that's supposed to be stressed out, and I'm not gonna lie about it.&lt;br /&gt;You there? You there? Hello?&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;So basically he's got anxiety because he's got this video camera thing. He's got this huge camera, but it's a relative's. So he called me.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that this guy couldn't bear it.&lt;/bleep&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478778-112420697918030727?l=earsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/feeds/112420697918030727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478778&amp;postID=112420697918030727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112420697918030727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478778/posts/default/112420697918030727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earsup.blogspot.com/2005/08/cell-phone-man-figlio-at-lake-hennepin.html' title='Cell Phone Man. 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