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Stardust @ home

Yesterday's setback aside, the recent encroachment of nice weather has started me thinking again about the world outside my heated house. I'm looking forward to more gardening this year, mushroom hunting in the spring, and summer weekends at The Lake.

Late last autumn I also renewed my interest in Astronomy: constellation spotting, star waching, phases of the moon, and what have you. So I was excited to discover Stardust@home, a hands-on way to participate in an unprecedented project.

Basically, we've retrieved the FIRST EVER samples of interstellar dust particles from the Stardust spacecraft. The problem is that the impacts are so tiny, "it would take more than twenty years of continuous scanning" for scientists to locate them all. So, they are calling on volunteers to assist with the effort by using an online "virtual microscope" to scan through the images online.

There's more information at their website. You don't have to commit to anything as a volunteer, so I figure it's worth a shot. And if you are a serious Astronomy geek, this should entice you to sign up: "the discoverer of an interstellar dust particle will appear as a co-author on any scientific paper by the Stardust@home collaboration announcing the discovery of the particle." Wow! I can just see it now, my own little Sui Generis particle. That would make a good story for the grandkids.

Snow emergency

Some folks thought Spring was on its way when we had temps in the 50s the other day, but I trekked to my bus stop through a bonafide blizzard this morning. Brutal winds and piled-up snow made biking practically impossible, and not much better for motor vehicles. We took on a load of passengers from the bus before ours, which was stuck. Then our bus got stuck. Luckily, by then, the other bus had un-stuck itself and pulled up alongside our bus. I trudged back over to that bus and rode the rest of the way to work.

After all that, I was only a half-hour late. The office was pretty quiet when I arrived. I'm sure that lots of people are not going to make it to work today at all... like my wife.

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Note this is the AFTER photo when hours of shoveling had been done in the alley. Our neighbor's van was stuck directly behind her car for the greater part of the morning. Besides that, the streets in our neighborhood traditionally don't get plowed until two or three days after a major storm. No point in pulling out of the alley just to get marooned on the street, I told her.

Say shh.....

Funny how the busier my life gets, the quieter my blog becomes. Even Wednesday's wine post was written mostly in advance. If you've been following along then you know that this is the big week for craft fair work. Applications dumped on us earlier in the week and we're still sorting through them to select our vendors for this year. It's a fun, but time-consuming, process and we're ready to be done with it! Of course, the hard part comes early next week when we make our selections, create the acceptance packets and send out all the mailings.

I'm hating my current job about as much as I hated my last one, so the ol' job hunt is back in full swing. I lasted about three or four months, which is pretty good considering I'm doing all the tedious crap work that nobody else wants to do. There's only so long any human being can endure this sort of brainless tedium. I've reached my tolerance point.

Back to the Craftstravaganza: something shocking happened yesterday, and I have to share it with you. I contacted a well-known Twin Cities charity organization with the offer of free space at our show to accept donations and hand out literature to potentially thousands of shoppers. They shot us down cold. I'm not naming any names, but my wife and I will not be donating any of our money to this organization in the future. Here was my wife's response when I told her about it:

J: I can't believe that. They're REJECTING our donations? Tell that to the hungry people!

SG: They've really been spoiling the poor people lately, with all that food and warm clothing.

OMG NASA LMAO!!!!!!!1

"The orbits of teh two asteroids are also different."

WBW #19: When in Rhône

The focus for March's Wine Blogging Wednesday is grape varietals from France's Rhone Region. Lucky me, I just happened to have a couple of appropriate bottles laying around. I jumped in on last month's WBW because it was easy: I didn't have to go anywhere or reveal my relatively low knowledge of wine with inadequate tasting notes. I'm participating in this month's event because of the former and in defiance of the latter. Ready? Let's begin!

I thought immediately of my bottle of "Goats do Roam," a white blend from South Africa using Rhone varietals. Too obvious? Yeah, but I couldn't resist. Another blogger actually wrote about this wine for January's "wacky names" WBW. They describe it as light bodied and had difficulty identifying particular flavors. I wonder if we drank the same wine. My wife, no wine connoisseur, declared a definite scent of apricots. The most striking feature was an up-front taste of grapefruity tartness, which is a good thing in my book, but your mileage may vary.

I began to wonder, though, was this taste intentional? Do many Rhone whites share this feature? Hell if I know! (According to the Basic Juice review, it's "[n]othing like a white Côtes du Rhone" but I can only take their word for it). With a professional review, you'd have the benefit of a wine expert telling you what it's supposed to taste like. I personally have no basis of comparison, so I can only tell you what it did taste like. Hey, you get what you pay for.

A bottle of Goats do Roam might cost $10-15 depending on where you buy it. I grabbed two bottles on the recommendation of Dr. Vino (he reviews the red on the second page here), and I'll try this wine again.


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Taking a break from all your worries

Lately I don't feel like going to help out at the Depot, but there's probably no better pick-me-up after a long Monday at the office. Yesterday we sold a bike, lock & rack to a customer who was enthusiastic about supporting local shops, and that made me feel good to be there. Wilbur came in with some home-brewed IPA and that made me feel really good to be there (thanks again Wilbur--I thought it was better than Bell's Two Hearted).

It's just like riding a bike; sometimes I don't feel like doing it, but I'm invariably happier after a ride. Some weeks I want to stay home from volunteer night at the Sibley Bike Depot, but I'm always glad I came.

(cross-posted at Sibley Bike)

My brain is dying.

This job is killing my motivation and my creativity. It was fun while it lasted, but now it's officially played out. I'm ticked at the company where I'm worked and I'm ticked at the temp place since they can't get me a new job while I'm still working this one. A plague o' both your houses.

Craftstravaganza buttons

Ooh shiny. A special treat came in the mail today along with the applications. Our one-inch buttons for the Craftstravaganza have arrived!

Remember that applications must be postmarked by Monday and if we pick you as a vendor, you'll be getting one of these beauties along with your acceptance packet. What more do you need?

The only other way to get them is going to be at the Craftstravaganza, so mark your calendars for July 8. Everybody loves buttons.

Busy bee

Phew! I just typed out a resume that includes my volunteer work and planning a Craftstravaganza on top of my paying jobs. I can't believe I'm doing all of this at once! At least the craft fair is coming along smoothly. Applications are pouring in now and we expect to see the floodgates open over the next week since entries must be postmarked by Monday.

Meantime, both my wife and I are job-hunting and looking for a new place to live. We're attending a first-time home buyer's seminar tomorrow, so that could be educational, or else a complete waste of time. I plan to bring a book in case it turns out to be the latter and there's no polite way to make our escape.

At the bike shop, it's just one adventure after another. I probably shouldn't say anything more about that, except if you wanted to drop some cash on bike stuff... now is the time. That would really help us out. Thanks.

Cross Country Chaga

A few days ago, I was watching the Olympic cross-country ski race and my wife asked me what it's like to go skiing. She can't ski, skate, snowboard or play video games for very long because of a weird congenital disease that weakened her wrists and ankles. I told her that it's hard work and kind of boring and I didn't really enjoy it. I don't like downhill skiing either, by the way. Winter sports in general, not my thing; skiing is the worst of the lot. Sledding I'm okay with.

So anyway come to find out that my friend at the Minnesota Mycological Society is leading a Chaga foray using cross country skis to get around. I would totally do this. Only problem, it's just out of Duluth. There's only one thing in winter I hate doing more than outside sports, and that's long drives.

Luckily, I don't even have to leave my house to play with mushrooms thanks to this Flash thingie, as they describe it, "A Mushroom perspective on John Conway's Game of Life." Mushrooms and math, what's not to love? Have fun, NERDS!

Straight outta St. Paul

I live in St. Paul, although you might look at my hot spots map and wonder (as I did), "why?" In fact, we had good reasons for moving here but no convincing argument to stay. What brought us to St. Paul is low rent in a Victorian home with a big yard, but I'm thinking Minneapolis for when we actually buy our own home.

In the meantime, we're here and I'm defensive about my city. "Hey, St. Paul can be cool," I say. That's part of the reason why we wanted to throw the Craftstravaganza within the city limits, to show that good things can happen to our city. Plus we've got the Sibley Bike Depot, my favorite Japanese Restaurant, Rollergirls bouts at the X, the farmer's market... I could go on.

But compared to Minneapolis? St. Paul's a dead city. Thus the joke about the first "discovery" of St. Paul by a Minneapolitan: he immediately got bored and went home. Still, I believe in St. Paul and I know there are gems yet to be discovered. So tell me. What are your favorites in the capital city?

On blog fiction

I started writing my fictional blog today. Of course, for the experiment to work, I can't tell anybody how to find it, but I can talk about it. Turns out blogs are a good format for fiction after all. A talented blog writer will post about the highlights of her day, interesting events, or pressing matters on her mind. In the same way, a good novel sticks to the story, moving from plot point to plot point, not getting mired in the minutiae of daily life.

As an aside, I missed On Beauty for this month's book club. I tried reserving it from my library but there were too many holds on it, so a week ago I requested the large print edition. It only just came yesterday. I finished the first three chapters (about 100 pages in my copy of the book) and it reminded me of The Corrections, another book that I did not enjoy. Since the book club unanimously hated On Beauty, I'm glad to see I won't be missing anything by quitting while I'm ahead.

So! My secret fictional blog. It should be good practice for developing novel-writing skills. I'm making up friends, events, and places of course. Most challenging of all is writing a first-person narrator who is not me, which is a skill I desperately need to learn since currently all my male characters are thinly-veiled clones of myself. Leave aside for now the fact that all my female leads are independent, tattooed, anarcho-hipster-punk cyclists. I don't need to change that, because it's awesome.

I love giving stuff away!

J and I started our spring cleaning early this year by junking some small furniture and clothes and paper trash, and reorganizing our kitchen. Ah, so much better. The owner of the house installed a new oven in our kitchen that works and it's a nice white color that inspires cleanliness instead of the old black antique. It's starting to feel good to be in our house again. It's the best rental I've ever lived in. I can only imagine the joy of owning our walls so we can paint and hang and decorate. I love this stuff. Before-and-after photos of interior design are like porn. I'm honestly not gay, though.


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Oh, the places you'll go!

Yes, this is how I spent my morning: MyMaps at MapBuilder.net

It's a map of places in the Twin Cities where I like to go or want to check out. Sort of a to-do atlas. It's color coded! More or less.

Green: food marts & restaurants
Red: wine, beer & liquor stores
Brown: brewpubs, wine bars, coffee shops, breweries
Black: tattoos & music
Yellow: bikes
White: church/charity, other groups
Blue: art & other

Technology has failed me again!

I bought the parts for my new computer on NewEgg. They're a pretty good site with nice prices and fast shipping. The best feature they offer is user reviews, and they've got a large enough customer base that most products have a representative variety of opinions.

I went cheap as possible but I bought quality parts, with the exception of my case. I mean, it's just a plastic shell... not worth breaking the bank on, right? Except the case includes one crucial part: the power supply. And this particular case had a few reviews warning about the power supply breaking down. "Pssh," I thought, "what are the chances?" And it worked just fine... for about a month. Suddenly last week, I tried to turn it on and nothing happened. Sure enough, the power supply was fried.

Luckily everything else looks okay and my local geek squad (little brother) is installing a new supply for me. No such trouble with the typewriter. In fact, the sticky "u" key seems to have un-stuck with use and rarely gives me trouble any more. I miss having a computer, but I told my brother there's no hurry. As long as I get it back before Spore comes out.

On the Wagon

I like to drink alcohol. For those of you who are new here, it's the truth, drinking is a hobby of mine. I like drinking anything really--before I turned 21 I went through phases with pop, tea, juice, what have you--but with alcohol (and wine in particular) I have become a bona fide enthusiast. This enjoyment goes beyond the actual imbibing, of course, and extends to researching, collecting, visiting vineyards & wineries, &c.

But it all comes back down to the crux of the matter: actually drinking the stuff. Just between you and me, internet, this is my favorite part. As much I enjoy turning over bottles in pleasant wine shops, learning new information online, and writing in my little wine journal, none of that really compares to the pleasure of a good glass of booze (wine, beer, rum or otherwise).

So I drink a lot. Not a lot a lot, but enough that sometimes I wonder whether I'm in danger of developing addiction (this fear is founded solely on a family history with alcoholism and not any behavior on my part). So sometimes, I stop. I quit drinking for a week or two. I figure that if this is a problem, then my drinking is a problem. It has never been a problem. But it is kind of lame, since I like drinking, and it sucks to stop doing something that I like. At least my self-imposed prohibition allows me to focus on my other hobbies: I finally started work on my second sock!


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Nail biting

My wife and I have a sizeable amount of money sunk into the St. Paul Craftstravaganza, an event for which the vendor applications are due in less than two weeks. We need around fifty vendors to support our basic marketing budget, but we're hoping to host around seventy in total. We're doing well, since we have received some applications and I didn't think we'd see any until around now. Still, it's impossible to tell how many we will get in our mailbox between now and the cutoff date. I admit it, I'm nervous.

Once this part is out of the way, the rest of the planning is cake. Sure, in a few months I'll start to worry about drawing a crowd of shoppers to the event but at least by then I'll know we have an event to attract people to. It's all up in the air right now.

Realistically? Yes, I think we will be fine. We've done a ton of marketing online and on the streets to let artists know what we're up to. I'm optimistic. I know logically that there's nothing to fear. But just between you and me? I'm a bit of a wreck. It's like waiting for law school acceptance letters all over again. And we all know how that turned out. (I can't believe I was still waiting to hear back from schools last August...worst mistake of my life!)

No winter shall abate this spring’s increase.

I love relaxing reading on the bus ride to work while the sun rises and someone else does the hard work of driving for me. I love how the coffee on my tongue makes original Pringles taste like barbeque chips. I love watching trains roll overhead and wondering where the graffiti was drawn, and what the weather was like there, and how long it will last till it's erased and a new artist steps up to decorate the blank slate. I love the anticipation of hot tea, hot chocolate, hot baths during my walk home--an anticipation that is often more pleasant than the thing itself. I love the way Lola (my Pug) freaks out and runs up to greet me when I get home. I love the cozy feeling of stepping into warm slippers. I love cuddling with my wife.

I'm actually fed up with winter in Minnesota, and I hate this cold. But who wants to read about that?


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LOL search query that found my site

i wanna go home. I dont wanna be in this school anymore.

I like to imagine that it is a broken law student who got here this way, but as the grammar suggests, it was actually a student, from Marist High School in Chicago. Does your teacher know what you're doing during school time, young man/lady? Whoever you are, I hope I helped you get through your day while you viewed my blog for zero seconds. With that, I'm out for the week! Peace!

Eat Me Twin Cities

(in which Sui Generis recommends restaurants in Minneapolis & St. Paul)

Coming off nearly a week of nothing but wine posts, I needed something to boost me out of the rut. Luckily, Nathan handed me a line! In the comments, he requests my suggestions for good food close to here. I'm not the best person to ask, for three reasons. A limited budget means I'd rather cook for myself at home; I always make a point to eat out while traveling, but otherwise do it rarely; and my wife and I don't agree on food which makes us even less likely to try new restaurants. Of course, you should read the Surly Vegan for occasional restaurant reviews from a vegan POV, but since you asked me...

  • Sakura: I've mentioned before how they are the only restaurant in Minnesota to serve my favorite drink (Calpis), although it's on the secret menu and you have to request it. They also make the best vegetarian gyoza, ever. A bit pricey but a good place to bring our out-of-town friends.
  • I haven't been in a while but I enjoyed Pizza Luce the last time we ate there, at the Uptown location. My wife and I sat outside for lunch and then made out in the car. The first time I visited a Pizza Luce, it was the Warehouse District location. A man asked for our leftovers as soon as we stepped outside and then my dinner companions went to Sex World.
  • My favorite sub is a Jimmy John's #6 but that might be partially due to pleasant memories from my first visit to this establishment, which was during Spring Break (woo!) 2003.
  • For Thai food the prize goes to King and I even though I only went there once and I ordered the food too spicy. I've been aching for another taste of their mock dock ever since.
  • During our honeymoon I meant to take J to Cafe Brenda. But they were closed, so instead we went to Harvey's Bar & Grill across the street. Minneapolis' Finest were having lunch at Harvey's that day and again when we came back. Cops know where the good food is. Harvey's serves an incredible grilled cheese and a good grilled veggie sandwich too.
  • French Meadow Bakery: This planned honeymoon stop was actually open, and it's difficult to resist a visit whenever we're in the area, even if it's just for a scone and some water. The egg salad sandwich on hemp bread is tasty.
  • I have to admit that I'm crazy about the broccoli cheese soup at Panera Bread. Now served daily! Strict vegetarians take note, however: the bastards cook it in a "chicken base (chicken meat including natural chicken juices)". I choose to ignore this fact and instead focus on smearing delicious soup all over myself.
  • Best vegetarian restaurant that no longer exists: Mud Pie.
  • Finally, I hear the Hard Times Cafe is good and they're at the top of my list for restaurants to check out next. If only I can talk J into making the trip!

Some thoughts on a wine tasting

(After today I will probably stop talking about wine for a while, so stay with me--it feels like I've practically got a wine blog at this point.) I used my Christmas money this year to buy the most expensive wine I have ever purchased, a bottle of Argyle Reserve Pinot Noir 2003. Saturday night at our friends' place seemed an ideal occasion to uncork it--except that to my surprise, it was sealed by a screwcap instead! I was robbed of the fun of popping a cork, but both enclosures have their advantages and I was not put off in any way by the discovery.

The wine certainly spoke for itself. I thought I detected some chocolate and indeed, it paired very well with home-baked brownies! Clearly, it was a good wine. But I won't be drinking it again any time soon. To my unrefined palate, I'm not convinced it was worth the price. At our budget I'd rather have decent wines every other week than an excellent wine every other month. (And there are some very decent wines available at bargain prices... I refer you once more to the invaluable Dr. Vino.)

As a counterpoint to the Pinot Noir, we opened an extravagantly foul bottle of '95 Merlot that was dumped down the drain after one sip. Chalk it up as a learning experience: now we know what wine tastes like when it goes bad. Remember kids, it's basically only reds that improve with age and even then it's only premium wine, stored properly, that will be worth saving. Don't even try aging that bottle of Yellowtail Shiraz. It's good if you drink it now, but in a few years it'll turn to shite.


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Cedar Creek Winery Vidal


Say hello to the Sui Generis February Wine of the Month, Cedar Creek's Vidal. It's the one on the left of the photo, absolutely encrusted in awards. We tasted it on the cellar tour and I was very impressed. I looked it up in my Oxford Companion to Wine, for reassurance that I was not being misinformed, and verified that Vidal is a real grape. In fact, its hardy nature makes it well-suited to the climate in Wisconsin and it is used for making ice wines in Canada. Somewhat ironic, then, that their grapes are actually grown in New York and then shipped to Wisconsin for production.

Cedar Creek may not grow the grapes, but winemaker Philippe Coquard certainly knows how to use the grapes to make a top-drawer white wine. Back in New York, he was named "Winemaker of the Year!" I first heard of this winery when I drank their Settlement Gold, a slightly effervescent dessert wine that tasted of tropical fruit. We were so impressed with it that we made a three hour round trip to visit the winery and see what else they had to offer!

The Vidal dials down the sweetness of the Settlement Gold and increases the sophistication, making it a great semi-dry table wine. I couldn't identify any of the tastes ("pears and apricots" claims the website), but I did know that there were a lot of crisp, citrusy flavors dancing in my mouth and the overall effect was delicious. At $8.50 a bottle, it's an excellent value... if you can find it. A shining example of what can be done with an unusal grape in an unexpected place. Visit the winery if it's at all possible, but otherwise this wine is worth a little effort to track down.


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Milwaukee weekend con't.

After the Milwaukee trip, we returned to Appleton for dinner at Koreana, preceded by Japanese tap beer: we tried both Sapporo and Kirin Ichiban for comparison. Turns out they're pretty similar. I had the Bi Bim Bahb. I was hungry and ate happily but it wasn't fantastic. Our edamame appetizer was tasty, though. Their sushi is supposed to be superb.

We retired to chez Swaagman for the evening. I finally got to watch some Tivo'd episodes of Miami Ink. That got us men jamming about tattoo plans and the women shaking their heads and condemning us. Most of my skin will stay blank and colorless for the rest of my days but I'd invest in a lot more tattoos if I had anything to say about it. As my wife has informed me, however, I have no say in the matter. Get your tattoos before you get married, that's my advice.

The best sandwich in Milwaukee

Riverwest Cooperative's Tempeh Reuben

Milwaukee Weekend

This weekend we left Minnesota to visit our friends and tour the "secret city" of magical Milwaukee, WI. Our first stop was Cedar Creek Winery in Cedarburg. Most of the information that was covered on the winery tour was old shoe to me, but I learned some new things about tartrates and enjoyed the tasting. After the cellar tasting, we headed upstairs to try the rest of their wines. The reds were sub-par, but they make some great sweet white wine, which I'll write about soon in my post for wine of the month.

Appetites whetted with a bellyful of wine, we drove into Milwaukee for lunch at Riverwest Co-op. J ordered a veggie burger, our friends had a black bean burrito, and I got the excellent Tempeh Reuben. The drive from St. Paul to Milwaukee was worth it for this sandwich alone. You can see here the front of the co-op where they sell stuff presumably made by local artists. We stuck a Craftstravaganza flyer up in the window and left some handbills.

We made a quick stop at the Art-o-Mat and then hit our last stop, Paper Boat Boutique. Paper Boat sells independent art and craft work and is co-owned by Kim Kisiolek and Faythe Levine, who also organize the Art vs. Craft show. Kim was in the store so we got to meet her and talk about the Craftstravaganza. She was very nice and let us leave more flyers in the shop. Thanks, Kim! I hope you can make it to the Craftstravaganza!

Happy Meat Day!

Oh, those Japanese and their wacky holidays! What will they come up with next!

Yesterday was February 9th, and since the numbers 2 and 9 can be read niku (which means "meat" in Japanese), butcher shops across Japan have decided to label the day as Meat Day, a special day to celebrate meat in all its many forms.
Actually, meat in Japan was pretty gross. I'm not talking about Kobe beef or anything, because I couldn't afford fancy stuff. I mean what my host mom cooked and what I got in restaurants. McDonalds was okay, but real meat was generally off-putting. I remember excessively fatty, chewy pork--in fact, I was working over a wad of this when I decided to become a vegetarian. Still, the rest of you, enjoy your meat! An animal died just so you can eat, aren't you glad that we're towards the top of the food chain?

rock rock rock

Hey local bikey and party people, what are some good bands that would maybe like to be background music to an arts event? They can't be too rockin' since people will be shoppin' like 10 feet away from the stage and need to be able to hear each other. But I do want some good music all up in there. Obviously, I don't get out much, so I throw myself at your mercy to enlighten me. Suggestions??

Lonely planet

Today I was looking at the GEOS program for teaching in Japan. It looked okay, until I did the math and realized that I would earn about $12,177.59 a year after rent (and that doesn't include airfare, so knock another thousand bucks off the top). Take away food and transportation costs and you're not looking at much in the way of pocket money. But, hey, I would get to live in my favorite country and have fun adventures with my wife! Right? Not so fast:

Both members of a married or unmarried couple is [sic] free to apply to GEOS, but each applicant is reviewed on his or her own merits. Separate applications are required. If both applicants are successful, no guarantees can be made with regards to where in Japan each will be assigned. An effort will be made, however, to place applicants as close together as possible.
So we could both apply, be accepted, and then get assigned to opposite sides of the country? Maybe we could visit each other on the weekends. Awesome.

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Miranda that blog just isn't holy any more

I've no doubt a large part of my newfound reticence in posting is due to the gradual loss of anonymity around here. My name is now linked to this page in a dozen different ways by the distance of two, three clicks or less, and I have to watch what I say now. I can't trash talk my job (what? ME? I love my job, obviously) for fear of repercussions in interviews from old posts dredged up by a savvy employer. I can't trash talk other people, not like I made a habit of it in the past, but when everything is going on the record, you can't be too careful...

Blogging was more fun when it was done pseudonymously. I've been tempted more than once to start a new account and a diferent site that's absolutely unconnected to this one or anything else I'm involved with. But, the work of building up a new audience... and the fact that I'd have to keep it under wraps so's not to blow my cover... that doesn't appeal to me at all.

Maybe that's why writing fiction appeals to me, for the distance between myself and my writing, but it's got the same problem: my name's still attached to it. But at least with a novel I can say, 'I made that up.' A journal-style blog is supposed to be true, in general. Or I could go the route of Natural Kinds (a disappeared blog) with a disclaimer that says 'this is a fictional blog.' Of course I'll keep on writing my life--I've come a long way since this blog was set up to talk about applying to law school--I just have to keep redefining what this space is for.

Starting off with a bang


We got our first vendor application today! The St. Paul Craftstravaganza is officially on, folks.

Woke up screaming 4:30

Have you ever had a pinched nerve? It really sucks.

Typewriters for Bloggers programme

Maybe I really should institute an organization for pairing up bloggers with vintage manual typing machines. It started as a joke, but I actually helped to hook up my friend Dr. Vono with a typewriter of his own. It sounds like it needed some repairs, so I emailed him this morning to ask if it was functional yet.

Dr. Vono: The "F" key works really well.
Sui Generis: Now all you need to do is get the "U" key working, and you can write a letter to someone you hate.

Wine Blogging Wednesday: wine shops that feel the love

I jumped at the chance to participate in this month's WBW since this month's theme doesn't require me to write about wine tasting (which I'm not very good at) but rather about wine shopping (which I'm marginally better at). While trying to decide which wine shop to write up, I realized that I'm fortunate to live in a place with so many great retail outlets. 1st Grand Ave. Liquor, Liquor Depot, and Surdyk's are three of my favorites. But for WBW, it seemed fitting to focus on a shop that sells "just wine."

Solo Vino is a gem that keeps garnering praise in the local press (here's the latest from City Pages), and for good reason. It's a cozy little shop with a selection that is less deep than the big guys, but remarkably broad. And the staff knows that wine intimately. In other words, don't go to Solo Vino necessarily if you're looking for a particular wine, but do go if you want an expert recommendation for something new and great.

The relatively small size of Solo Vino and the nice wood racks may trick you into thinking that the wine will be more expensive than average. While they do sell some premium bottles, readers of Dr. Vino (the host of February's WBW) will find something that suits a value wine budget: as the City Pages article says, "the top three sellers at Solo Vino are all $5.99: Protocolo Tinto, Casa Solar Tinto, and Casa Solar Blanco."

In addition to their helpful employees, wide assortment, and nice corner-store atmosphere, Solo Vino hosts frequent classes and wine tastings. I recently attended a tasting with an importer of French wine. Coming on the heels of our Paris vacation, I wanted a wine that would transport me back to Burgundy. Not only did he have just the thing, but he was able to identify the unique flavors that I had been grasping at when trying to describe the wines I enjoyed during our trip.

That's the kind of expertise that Solo Vino delivers. And at home later, when I pour a bottle I bought from Solo Vino, I have memories of a thrilling first tasting and an enlightening discussion about wine--not of saving a buck or two because I tracked it down in a warehouse store. Truth be told, some other local wine shops can do the same, but Solo Vino has it down to an art. Stop in next time you're in the mood for something new.


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Stretching myself thin

Between my job, my volunteer work at the Depot, and planning for the Craftstravaganza, I've run low on productive time left for anything else. What falls through the cracks? This blog. With such a busy life, it feels less important, and with so many other outlets online especially it feels less necessary.

In fact, if you want to know what's going on with me these days then you'd do better to look at one of those other places. Check the Craftstravaganza site, I update it like a dozen times a day. It makes a better diary than this does. This page remains the repository of my deep thoughts, but there's no time for reflection when I'm so busy just living.

Sockcess!


This is one comfy sock. All that's needed now is to knit a mate. At least I know what I'm in for this time around. This was a great learning project, and the end result is snug and soft! You know what they say, the journey of a thousand feet begins with a single sock.

Exciting week, boring round-up

The Craftstravaganza logo looked so pretty as the top post, didn't it? I'm loathe to kick it down a notch, but I suppose I should make one more post this week. Although, I've been pouring myself into the website creation and fair planning, so I haven't got much else to talk about. One thing, I've almost finished knitting my first sock... I'll be starting the toe decreases tonight. Hopefully I can cut down the time it takes to knit up its partner. Oh, and I also hope it fits, I guess. The next pair is gonna have skulls on 'em!

Let's talk about what's coming up (super interactive edition!)!

  • Tomorrow is our annual meeting at the Sibley Bike Depot. You (yes, you) can come and share free pizza with Sui Generis.
  • On Wednesday I'll be participating in Wine Blogging Wednesday and you can too, if you want. It's easy; all you need is to go to a wine store. You were going to do that anyway, right? Write it up and be a star!
  • And, of course, we've got this craft fair coming up, and we're looking for vendors. Are you an awesome person (if you read this blog, the answer is YES!)? Do you make awesome stuff? It would be awesome of you to apply.

Craftstravaganza.com unveiled!



(click here if you think you can handle it)

Looky looky. A little keepsake for you guys.

Instructions: Use the picture you like best from the first (no clicking around for 44 pages) page of the search results on Google Image.
I don't normally hop on the meme train (you'll notice I snubbed Kristine's Shannon's tagging me for the latest survey) but this one was fun and gives you something interesting to look at. Plus there is a surprise twist at the end!

The city and state of the town where you grew up, no quotation marks. My result:


The town where you currently reside. My result:


Your grandmother's name. My result:


Your favorite food. My result:


Your favorite drink. My result:


Your favorite smell. My result:


Your favorite song. My result:


Saving the best for last...Your name, first and last, but no quotes. My result:


I was not expecting to find this! It actually did come up on the Google search but I'm not linking to it. Why? Because I found it on an old free hosting account that inexplicably never got shut down, and remains in stasis to this day. I can't edit it, and it's very embarassing. It would be better for everyone involved if it remained unknown. But I'm still treating you to this comic strip that I drew way back in high school (or earlier?)--anyway a long time ago.

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Announcement update: remain calm

I'm really sorry to keep all my readers on tenterhooks about the upcoming revelation. When I posted the teaser on Monday, I hoped to unveil it by the end of the day, or Tuesday at the latest. Alas, it was not to be. However!! the process for bringing about our advent of this momentous occasion has been put back into gear, and I can promise with some assurance that I will have something solid to show you by Friday morning at the latest. Quite possibly sooner!

So, once again, I apologize. A week is an eternity in Inter-web time, and I didn't mean to be cruel. To whet your curiousity and squelch any unnecessary rumors, here's a partial list of things that my wife and I were NOT working on over the weekend:

  1. Purchasing a house
  2. Conceiving a child
  3. Establishing a Typewriters For Bloggers program

Look out--! crazy walking in the road man!

So tonight as I was coming home something weird happened. A few blocks from our house, I saw a guy walking in the street coming towards me. Right away my flags went up and I was watching this man. But as I passed, he walked right up to me saying, "hey, hi hi, hey man!" and I was too surprised and caught off guard to react. My first thought was, "oh no, I'm going to be mugged just like the surly vegan!"

Luckily, he didn't touch me or my bike even though he was close enough to do something if he wanted to. I don't know what his deal was... if he was drunk or crazy or just enjoys harassing cyclers. I didn't intend to find out. I pushed my pedals down hard to get away from him.

Also, I almost got hit by a bus!

What a weekend

My wife and I spent the last two days working on a collaborative super-secret project that we are almost ready to unveil (so hold your horses). But, we can't announce it to the public just yet. The good news is, after today, all the pieces should be in place. We're very excited and this is just the beginning of a fantastic journey. I tried to write a few posts about other things, but gave up. Stay tuned for an announcement that will turn your world upside down! (We hope.)

Captioning fun with the Star Trib!

"When chicks see you in this boat, they're gonna think your penis is THIS BIG."



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"It's like the olden days!"

Picture this scene, if you will: Sui Generis bent over a desk, writing correspondence on his manual typewriter. He finishes a satisfying paragraph and leans back to consider the next line while drinking cold beer from a can. At his feet lies his dog. She looks up from gnawing on her bone when the air rings out anew with the clacking of typewriter keys. On the other side of the room sits his beautiful young wife, knitting a pair of woolen booties for her elder sister's baby.

In fact, it did seem like we had slipped back a few decades that quiet evening, working in the drawing-room of our Victorian home. The fact that we were both sitting in front of a computer brought me crashing back to the 21st century. It was a nice thought, and a pleasant illusion for a while, though.

Craigslist karma: goes around comes around

Remember this? I've been having so much fun with craigslist lately! I wanted that typewriter so bad, but it was removed from the site before I could ask for it. Then, we tried to sell a mixer and suffered an ordeal with a buyer who went through all the trouble of haggling but never came to our house or responded to further emails. What a maroon.

I just couldn't get that typewriter out of my head, though, and I decided to post a WANTED ad in the off-chance that someone else might be looking to get rid of one. Sure enough, a few hours later I got a response from the guy who had posted the original Smith-Corona portable manual typewriter that had ignited my lust in the first place! He still had it because--get this--the guy who he agreed to give it to never showed up to claim it! Oh yes. The click-clack of little keys in my house is music to my ears.



Is it weird that I'm more excited about a free, old typewriter than my expensive, new computer?

Sailor Jerry Spiced Navy Rum

I just had to get this out there, because it's important. Behold, your Sui Generis booze recommendation of the year! If you drink rum, this is the rum you should be drinking. It's just the best, that's all. 96 proof, distilled in the U.S. Virgin Islands, authentic good spiced rum with just a hint of cherry. Trust me. You won't regret it. It's not super-fancy and -expensive, it's just a solid liquor that can't be beat, at a price that's only a couple bucks more than the brand name swill. But forget about the other guys. After one taste of this rum, you'll be like, "Captain who?"

As a bonus (if you happen to be me), each bottle bears the name and art of legendary tattoo artist Norman "Sailor Jerry" Collins. Combining two of my greatest passions: tattoos and alcohol? That's a rockstar combination. Just take a break from the rum if you're due to get a tattoo (alcohol thins your blood and that's bad when you're gonna be bleeding a lot). Don't drink and ink.

Tags are now functional!

Thanks to Nathan for pointing me in the right direction. With del.icio.us and Greasemonkey and a little help from my friends, I will now be able to categorize new posts for your searching pleasure. And it's so easy!

Uh...wait. Everything looked fine from my computer at work. Now that I'm home, I'm getting No Items... even though I can see the number of tagged posts on the right side of the screen! What am I doing wrong now? Judas priest.

Okay, for the last time: they seem to be working now. I had to clear my cache and reload the pages a few times, but my posts eventually do show up in the del.icio.us listings. I hope they work for everyone else too.

Life hacks: get it in writing

I'm interested in productivity tricks and managing my time wisely, a task that I often fail at. I want to be a good steward of my resources just because it makes sense, but I'm also intrinsically curious about stuff like this. Why was I able to concentrate one day and I fell into a stupor the next day? What are my main distractions? How can I help myself to stay focused?

I find it really helps me to write down what I need to do and keep the list with me. Simply having a list on the computer is not enough; it doesn't feel 'real' enough for me to accept it as urgent. And just writing it down isn't enough, either, because I will forget about it unless I see it frequently. Lately I've been using post-it notes for my daily to-do list and sticking it in my wallet. This works.

Last night, for example, I was able to get a lot of Treasurer stuff and housecleaning done despite drinking a can of Miller High Life (the Champagne of beers!) and polishing off a bottle of wine at home. That cheers me up, since it proves that it wasn't just the alcohol that did me in on Sunday. It was just the lack of a list. Plus, I felt great because I got to bike around in a couple inches of fresh snow. I did get lost downtown for a while, because the street signs were covered in white! But then I chugged my way uphill to home and was invigorated & inspired to keep working.

Fine literature vs. scary boat stories

I had my act so absolutely not together this morning that I forgot even to pack a book to read. I had nothing to do on the bus but pick my nose and wallow in regret. Luckily, I won't have to make the return trip empty-handed. This is because the place where I work has a nice free 'lending library' which is a bookshelf that actually has some pretty good novels in it. I took The Confessions of Max Tivoli a little while ago (it's a pretty good book, by the way).

But what to read next? There are so many choices! Drowning Ruth? Middlesex? House of Sand and Fog? The English Patient? Nah. Not when I can read Ghost Ships of the Great Lakes instead!


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How to waste your life one day at a time

I had a great Saturday and followed it up with a stupid Sunday. On Saturday morning I set the alarm clock to wake up early, biked down to the Depot and took care of some Treasurer business. Then I rode the fixed-gear to the bank to make a deposit. I had so much fun doing that, I just kept on going to the river and rode the trail for a few miles. There were a few walkers on the path, but I didn't see another bike. I got to watch the sun rise on the way home.

That afternoon, my little brother came over to build a computer from the parts I ordered. That was fun, too. He got it all set up in a few hours and we went out for pizza at the Savoy. It was a great day. So what went wrong Sunday?

For some reason I thought it would be a great idea to spend the entire day playing games on my new computer. When I was a kid, my mom would cut our marathon gaming sessions short, and I always thought it would be awesome to play games until my fingers blistered and my eyes bled. It turns out she knew what she was talking about. It wasn't even a very relaxing way to spend the day, since I felt awful by the time I dragged myself away. I was useless for the rest of the night and went to bed early.

I'm trying to be more intentional about the way I spend my time, but old habits die hard. Maybe I just need to replace the old, bad habits with new ones. I hear that fix riding is addictive, and it did just get me on the longest ride I've done this winter, so I may be on to something. Now I need to increase the dose.

(UPDATE: I'm trying tags again, this time with del.icio.us formatting. It seems to do the trick for others; hopefully it will work for me.)

Fix infatuation

I'm in lust. I've got it bad. All I can think about is taking another ride on that pretty little fixed gear bicycle that we have (hopefully still) sitting in the shop. I dreamed about backpedalling last night, for crying out loud. I felt the pressure on my knees, the direct connection with my legs through the bicycle to the road, and got so excited that I woke up in a sweat. Nothing good can come of this.


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It's the knit!



I'm making socks! I picked up the double-pointed needles again and this time was determined to master knitting in the round. Once again, I felt like I was wrestling the needles and getting nothing but poked in return. While I struggled to get started, my wife completed a very nice little bag. I was getting frustrated. But after a few rounds, I had a breakthrough.

In Knitting For Anarchists, Anna Zilboorg writes about how clever our hands can be if we allow them to do things beside smashing keyboards all day long. Sure enough, without even having to think about it, my fingers eventually learned where to move the needles on their own. Before I knew it, I was knitting in the round--if not like a pro, at least not like a rank amateur.

Learning new skills and making different objects is one of the great things about knitting. When I started to knit, I said I would be happy if I could make a pair of socks, and I'm well on my way. I thought I might need to knit for a long time before I could tackle this project, but with my friend taking on a sweater, I decided I could handle it. I only need to work the heel and foot and I'll be done with my first sock!

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Craig's List confusion

Something stupid just happened to us because my wife and I are trying to sell a Kitchenaid Mixer. Some dude emailed me on the day of the posting. We haggled about the price, then he said he needed time to get the money together. I said okay, and he wrote a few days later saying he had the cash. Great, I said, you can pick it up tonight. Here's our address. Let us know what time you'll be here.

That was Monday. He never came to our house or emailed me back. I'm trying to wrap my head around why a person would do this. It just doesn't make any sense to me. Oh well. We're still trying to get rid of this thing. Anyone want to buy a mixer at 10% off the retail price? For blog readers, I'll knock the price down to $175. WHOA THAT'S A $5 SAVINGS. ACT NOW!! I'll write my pseudonym on the back and we'll call it a Sui Generis signature edition. ONE OF A KIND! HOLY CRAP.

Prioritize

I really need to find a place to host the Craftstravaganza, but other responsibilities keep getting in the way. I have so much to do that I'm having trouble keeping my priorities straight. Like last night, I promised to show up at the bike shop but it turned out that it was more important for me to spend the evening at home with my wife. Another thing I need to do is find a job before looking for a house. That's really putting the cart before the horse. Not only can we not afford a house right now, but I want to know what my commute is going to be like before signing a mortgage. Time is limited, but everything has to get done eventually. Now if I could only book a venue for the craft fair!


Look at that little beauty. Gorgeous color, nice size, great condition. Posted for free on Craig's List yesterday, but I was too slow to snap her up. Dang! I want a portable manual typewriter so hard!

In a time trap

The upcoming and still imaginary Craftstravaganza is beginning to invade my dreams, and at the same time I started thinking about law school again. I'm caught between the allure of the future and the tug of the past. What brought up law school all of a sudden? J asked if I was going to sell the Black's Law Dictionary that my parents gave me last Christmas. I suppose I ought to.

But I'm so frustrated by my career that I got to thinking maybe law school is the way to go, after all... I've been down this road before! I still don't know what I want out of my future, and that makes it impossible to give up the things I wanted in the past. Maybe they will turn out to be right for me in the end, so how can I let them go?

Then there are things that I thought I wanted in the past. Now I have them and I don't know what to do about them any more. The old feelings are gone but the things themselves are harder to shake off than the things in my past. Not even I know what I'm saying anymore. It's all so stupid. I'm gonna drink beer, ride bike, and everything will turn out alright.

My life as a dork

I try not to mention it too much on this site, but the truth is, I'm a huge nerd. I may have broken away from my geeky upbringing, but I'll never be totally cured. The evidence can be found at another blog I set up to talk about a game called Flatspace II. I'm ashamed, but I can't keep it a secret any longer. Especially not when an infrequently-updated fledgling website about an obscure, independent computer game gets twice the daily traffic of my established personal blog. What do I gotta do around here? I ask you!

Two firsts: fixed-gear riding & winter wipeout

An ex-member of Sibley donated a nice Sekai 500 fixie to the shop (I checked & it's not in the Gallery--need to do something about that). I'd never been on a fixed-gear before, so I jumped on and practiced trackstands for about an hour. Man my legs were jelly when I was done and I can see how riding would be harsh on your knees but I swear I fell in love with that bike as advertised hooked on the fix and now I want one of my own. It was just a smidgen too big for me maybe but damn if John doesn't buy it (he called it first) then I'm gonna be sad to see it go.

And, sure it's a little windy but riding has been great the streets are mostly clear and there's no excuse for not biking this winter. Tonight was the first time I spilled it. Leave it to me to hold off on the first icy crash until we have this insane long thaw. Well I knew the alley was sheer ice from when I pushed my bike out to head to the shop, but I still tried to bike it. I did okay as long as I was going straight, but I turned the front wheel just a little to head into our yard and BAM, I was down, I took most of the impact by sliding my right leg but then somehow landed on my left kneecap too.

I limped into the house, walked my bike down to the basement, and put a bag of frozen green beans on my knee. (The bag freaked Lola out and she wouldn't come near me--now I guess we now how to keep her from jumping all over us when we get home, just pull out some frozen foodstuffs). It's not going to be anything worse than a bruise, but I figure that still earned me a good beer and a soak in the tub. After downing a Stella Artois, I feel like I could do it all over again.

This is why we can't have nice things!

I met Gary Baseman! Except, as expected, I was too nervous to actually talk to him, so it's more accurate to say that I saw Gary Baseman. Eh. It's better than nothing.

So as I was saying, I saw Gary Baseman yesterday at Robot Love in Uptown. Mr. Baseman was sitting at a table signing things that people bought. I wasn't really planning on buying anything at all--even though I love Robot Love and it's like a little trip back to Japan every time I visit, I've never bought any of their fantabulous vinyl toys or collectible figurines. Ultimately, I decided I wasn't a big enough Baseman fan to justify buying something just for the sake of having it signed. Just to stand in his presence was enough.

I was sorely tempted by some marked-down Flying Fortress Teddy Troops, but I didn't spring for one of those, either. What I did buy was an awesome OBEY t-shirt. I hate most of the shirts I have now, plus most of them are way too big due to my baggy clothes phase. Still, I don't buy t-shirts much, because I'm tremendously picky now in a backlash against a promiscuous period of thrift store t-shirt accumulation. Also, I don't like buying new clothes because I know they won't stay new long. If I buy a crappy shirt, nothing will ever happen to it. On the other hand, I didn't have my nice Paris track jacket for a week before I dropped a pen and marked it up.

I brilliantly decided to wear my brand-new OBEY t-shirt while I ate dinner: a Portabella mushroom grilled in vegetable oil and soy sauce, stacked in a bun with all the fixin's. Sure enough, before I even took a bite, the whole thing slopped out onto my shirt. I soaked it in cold water immediately, but to no avail. The oil stains are there to stay. Moral of the story? To get my money's worth in skin coverings, I should stop buying t-shirts and get more tattoos.

Pet Sematary

I got a message from my mom this morning, saying that they are going to put our cat to sleep, but I don't know if I can trust it. Our cat, "Kitty" (my family is notoriously bad at naming pets--we also had a bird named "Big Bird" and a dog named "Pupper") is fourteen years old and incontinent. My parents just installed new carpet in the basement. The carpet and the cat cannot both survive; one will have to go. But this is not the first time my mom has threatened to pull the plug.

Years ago, when I was in college and Kitty was much younger, she had an altercation with the garage door that left her minus one hind leg. It was a horrible injury and the surgery to repair her was expensive. My mom called me up, in tears, and said they had decided to spare Kitty the agony and put her to sleep instead of getting her stitched up. I came to terms with the fact that I would never see my childhood pet alive again.

Until the next time I came home to visit, and there she was, limping around on three legs and howling in pain. It was a pitiful sight for a few weeks until she learned to walk without the leg, but even more of a shock to me, since I thought she was dead. So, I'm a bit skeptical. Luckily I already went through the grieving process, and each time I visit my parents, I just expect that our cat may not be there any more. I'll believe it when I see it.

On the other hand...

Maybe 2006 will be a year where I just can't think of anything to say on this blog. That's the direction I'm going so far. Well, I guess nothing especially thrilling has happened since the big New Year's party. I've been working at the bike shop a lot and we visited our friends Noria and Dr. Vono the other night. Otherwise, it's back to business as usual. I'm still slogging along at my temp job and trying to find a venue for the craft fair. Tonight I'm going to exchange my Christmas gift card for wine and Black Label beer at Surdyk's.

(Wha? I thought I posted this last night, but not only did it not save--I lost another paragraph. Oh well, here's what's left of it.)

UPDATE ETIQUETTE QUESTION: We ate dinner at Panera, and I had broccoli cheese soup in a bread bowl. What's the proper procedure for deconstructing those things? I usually soak up most of the soup with the bread castoffs and then just tear into it with my hands. It works all right, with the side-effect of getting soup all over my hands and face and looking like a big slob. All attempts at using silverware, however, have failed. If you have a bread bowl eating technique, please share.

Ongoing visual evolution

Tweaked the design a bit last night. I hope you hate it!

Blindness by José Saramago

2006 Blog Book Club selection for January.

Who is speaking, asked the doctor, A blind man, replied a voice, just a blind man, for that is all we have here.


I enjoyed reading Blindness and have high hopes for the future of this book club! Since our deadline is the end of the month, this post is very premature, but I was too excited to hold off reading the book and want to get my thoughts down while they're still fresh. A warning to my regular readers: this entry is a lot longer than my usual posts. And a warning to other book clubbers who have not already read the book: you may not want to continue, lest I spoil any surprises for you. Onward to the novel.

The unique style of the book, as one commenter on Amazon mentioned, imitates the feeling of being blind. In other words, the format of Blindness artfully embodies the themes of the story. The dialogue that jumps from speaker to speaker, without quotation marks, intentionally creates in the reader the same confusion that the blind might experience. I also liked the touch of not using any chapter headings, which amplifies the stark design.

The quarantine in Blindness reminded me of The Plague, by Albert Camus, except that in the latter book, quarantine is imposed and maintained from the inside whereas here it is controlled from outside. In Camus' novel, bleak though it may be, the plague victims are at least still regarded as fellow humans to be saved, rather than as monsters to be contained and destroyed, beyond salvation. In fact, the attempted (and ultimately, failed) method of containment in Blindness brings up another comparison that is near and dear to my heart: classic Zombie movies! (I know, whatever lit cred I established up until now just went out the window--bear with me.)

The "white blindness" begins like a classic zombie outbreak, with the initial cause of infection sudden and unknown, and is even more dreaded because the method of transmission is mysterious as well. The victims cease to be seen as humans, as evidenced by the terror of soldiers keeping them in quarantine, and the prevailing military opinion that they might be better off dead. The blind are slow, clumsy and weak, but the soldiers' fear is not of physical attack but of pestilence/contagion--the horror of becoming ONE OF THEM. With zombies, being killed outright can be seen as preferable to being bitten and reanimated. In Blindness the same outlook is evidenced by the officer who shot himself upon going blind, preferring suicide to a life without sight.

And yet the characters in Blindness are still human and pitifully aware of how far they have fallen. Saramago advances the scope of disaster with masterful pacing, moving from one conflict to another, until the disease has spread throughout the city and it seems that things could not get any worse.

I sensed a mood shift about halfway through the book when the original group escapes into the larger world. Until then, they had been battling for basic survival while coming to terms with the illness and their situation in quarantine. They were cast out of the world and left to their own devices in the hospital, so all their problems were confined and amplified. Suddenly, we realize that everyone is living under the same conditions and the dilemma is on a much larger scale.

The book is very philosophical throughout, but after a certain point the physical action becomes secondary to the basic questions that the survivors are left to deal with. It is here where the book quite clearly displays a connection to The Plague, zombie movies and of course lots of other fiction: the situation used as allegory of the human condition. Blindness deals with concepts of what it means to be human, and the struggle to retain humanity and dignity in dehumanizing conditions. Of course, the central issue is the plague of blindness itself.

One commenter says that, absurd as it may sound, the white blindness is an allegory for being unable to see. Saramago mentions that the disease is not caused by damage to the eyes, and one victim theorizes that the problem must be located in the brain. I can't find the quote now (they're just about impossible to find in this book!) but one of the characters says something to the effect of, Now that we're blind, we can see things as they really are.

He realizes that all of humanity has been struck with blindness from the beginning, and by the end of the book, some of the characters (esp. the girl with the dark glasses and the man with the eyepatch) are able to surmount this mental blindness and find a sort of redemption. Even with no hope for a cure, they find peace and a new beginning. And since I could go on forever, that's as good a place as any for me to stop. Let the discussion begin!


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New Year's and Sibley Bike parties

Whoo! What a weekend. We drank some great wine with our friends and had a good time that was not ruined by our landlady (whom we have not seen in months) suddenly coming home and acting, frankly, not very nice. All is forgiven! 2006 is the year of no grudges and no wasted energy. This is the year that we get things done.

I hauled a heavy box full of stuffed envelopes to the shop last night. Today we are mailing out the year-end letter to our members and local bike shops, asking for money and inviting everyone to come and have pizza with us at our annual meeting. You are invited! It's at the Sibley Bike Depot on January 28. Come and hang out with Sui Generis and talk about bikes.

I'm an inspiration!

My friend (code name: Noria Carvone) was exposed to dangerous levels of enthusiasm when I started knitting. She caught the bug and got into it even harder than I did! Whereas I slacked off after finishing a scarf, wristband, and tiny hat, she continued to prodigiously knit armloads of Christmas presents for her friends and family. She's already put me to shame. I hope she continues to knit and--especially since knitting blogs are notorious for infrequent posting--to keep blogging about it. Go check it out and say hello!


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Ca' del Solo vs. Tattoo: Battle of the Big Reds

A dual entry for December's Sui Generis Wine(s) of the Month: Bonny Doon's Ca' del Solo Big House Red, and Two Brothers' Big Tattoo Red. I picked two "big" wines for this big holiday hullabaloo month so that you have double the recommendations for drinks on whatever holiday you choose to celebrate, or not (unless that holiday is already past, in which case you can drink them next year). Except then I waited until most all the Decemberween party days are past, so so much for that idea.

First off was the Big Tattoo Red. This wine had a heady, harsh kind of bouquet with more complexity emerging on day two (holding up over time is an important property for me, since I often have to finish a bottle myself and don't always like to drink it all in one night). The 50-50 mix of Syrah and Cabernet panned out about the way I expected: taste like a regular Cab except spicier and thicker. I drank it with some Burgundy Seitan Noodles that I cooked with the wine, and I found both a bit disappointing. I don't know if I'd buy this wine again.

On the other hand, I greatly enjoyed the Bonny Doon Big House Red. I got this bottle for a buck less than the other wine, which is a 10% savings at this price point and thus a pretty big deal! I didn't get anything from the aroma, but the texture was jammy and yummy. I detected an occasional mild bite; otherwise it was a good grapey, fruity, light taste. Nice purple hue to this wine too. I had it on Thanksgiving with garlic toast and vegan loaf. Delicious.

Winner: Ca' del Solo!


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A call for clarity

The water from our drinking fountains at work is opaque. Is there any chance that this is a good thing? Perhaps it is packed with healthy minerals? I am not an expert on the chemistry of fluids. As a precautionary measure, I have switched to tap water from the faucet until I can obtain confirmation on this pressing issue.

Mutant bike link roundup

There's nothing going on at work this week, so I spent yesterday trying to find tallbike information. The Rat Patrol and local Skallywags bike clubs websites provided hours of fun. If our infamous Minneapolis chapter of the Black Label Bike Club has a website I couldn't find it. Chicagofreakbike is a great photo diary too though and they make cameos in all those places.

Didn't find much on actual builds but that's okay because we already have the frame, for what it's worth. I banged the dropouts apart enough to fit in a chunky rear tire with gears for now and another 26" wheel in front. All that's left is a crank & chain & I'll have a functioning tallbike to tool around the neighborhood with. Maybe I can git 'er done before we have more snow on the ground making handling impossible. This weather is unreal. It's supposed to be above freezing again tomorrow and no mention of snow. Freakin' heatwave!


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Visions of sugarplums

I woke up no less than three times last night rolling in sticky wet sheets and a body slicked with sweat. Maybe it's my latent gingerbread allergy acting up.

J got a Betty Crocker vegetarian cookbook. Each recipe includes a footnote suggesting a meat to add, which is bizarre beyond belief to me. She sees nothing wrong with it, but I don't want an apologetic, middling cookbook. Just in my opinion, the meal should be complete without meat. Otherwise, what's the point of a 'vegetarian' cookbook? Just take the normal cookbook and leave out the meat, and you've got the same thing.

A vegetarian cookbook that pimps meat additions is like a kosher cookbook with instructions to add shellfish and pork for when your goyim friends come to visit. I want recipes that are Vegan With a Vengeance. There's no need for compromise. Give me recipes for vegetarian food that are so good they could not possibly be improved, and are so good that they will only be ruined by introducing animal parts.

Better than bad, it's good!


Everyone wants a log! This Christmas, J gave me one of my very own. It rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs; rolls over the neighbor's dog. But that is not all this log can do, because it is not just your standard-issue log. It has all the options. It is a log that has been packed to the bark full of Shiitake mushroom mycelia!

That's right--it is a mushroom fruiting log. I didn't ask for one, but my wife knew I would like it because I like growing things and I like to eat mushrooms. What could be better than a log that produces a crop every two months for years and years? I stuck it in our garden snow to shock the mycelia into fruiting. In 1-3 days, little white nubs will start to break through the bark, and after a week my log will have produced a "flush" of fresh, clean, delicious mushrooms. It's the gift that keeps on giving!

Skeptimistic: a stupid word

Just noticed another Google search for "skeptimistic" has led to this site. Listen up, people. Skeptimistic is stupid. It adds nothing to our language that is not already conveyed by the real words that it illegitimately spawned from. I want to go on record as saying that I firmly disapprove of this bastard word. I am dumber for ever having heard it.

Will work for money

I quit my last job in October and I have been working as a full-time contract employee since then, while I continue my hunt for another real job. The last time I was looking for work was a year and a half ago, and I greatly expanded my options this time around. I have applied for work in other cities (never received a response for those applications), and in a wide array of industries and positions.

I have learned a lot during this search. For example, I discovered that there are sod-all decent jobs in the Employment section. All right, I sort of knew this already, but I hoped that I could find something appropriate. And sometimes I do find a job that is a perfect match for my skills and interests, and I get really excited and nervous about it and spend hours perfecting my cover letter and honing my resume so that it is just right. But I learned that when I apply for those ideal jobs, I will never get an interview. Instead, I will get an interview for jobs that I was overqualified for halfway through high school, and then I will not be offered the position.

I have also learned that when someone calls asking, "are you keeping your options open," I know that means they are attempting to rope me in to a "shady, unpaid pseudo-employment scam." I got around to this after a couple of minutes talking to one man when I asked what the salary was. "Oooh," he said, "are you looking for that kind of job?" Yes, I do want that kind of job. I prefer the kind where I know I will get paid. I job that I get paid for and don't hate--is that really so much to ask?


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Saint Paul Craftstravaganza!

Oh my holy crap! IT'S ALIVE. Progress in animating the upcoming craft show to end all craft shows, the St. Paul Craftstravaganza, was bumped up today from nonexistant to positively measureable. The excitement is palpable around chez Generis as J and I suddenly have our hands full with venue booking, website design, and crafty contacts who have piped up to offer support and suggestions. Rejoice, Twin Cities craftsters, for the 'stravaganza is on its way!

Holiday shopping list for your favorite cyclist

This is either way too late for 2005 or else super early for 2006. Anyway, here's a collection of bike accessories and whatnots for the one in your life who likes to ride bikes. A/k/a phoning in a post.

  • Surly hip flask. I mentioned this stainless steel beauty before. Not especially bike-related, except Surly makes it and it's "derby approved." So there ya go.
  • Of course you're gonna hold your Surly flask in an Ahearne Cycles bicycle flask holder, right? This company also makes gorgeous wood racks that would be the pride of any practical cycler.
  • Soft reflectors: there are totally places that make shiny velcro strips to replace those plastic reflectors that throw your wheel out of true. And I just saw some messenger co. that makes cute little ones for your handlebars, but now I can't find it again.
  • Soft-core porn! I don't know but someone on Craig's List has been talking up this calendar with photos of "beautiful Minneapolis women & their bikes." Maybe it's up your alley. Don't buy it for me though.

Over the hump

Had an interview yesterday afternoon that went poorly (I think). Christmastime is a bad season for job hunting all around. Hopefully I'll hear from them by February. The good news is I got some shopping done for J. Just need to pick up some stocking stuffers and I'll be done.

I biked down to the Depot and learned how to make deposits, which was fun. So now I'm a real Treasurer and everything. It wasn't too cold last night, but I still need to find warmer gloves and something to cover my face. The fingers were totally numb by the time I got home. It would be nice if they would plow our roads, oh, ever.

Sibley Bike Depot blog

Look what I can do. I spent my free time at work this morning wrangling CSS into this pretty decent-looking (in my opinion) blog for the bike shop. Now John and I and hopefully another person or two who are active with the shop can post about Depot goings-on and local cycling shenanigans.

You can check it out. It's not finished yet but that's about how it's gonna look when I'm done. Maybe get a Flickr photo deal going in the right sidebar and more links on the left, otherwise that's about it. So St. Paul riders can look there for news about the shop, group rides, events, things like that. Cool.

Run, Lola, Run!


Summer seems like forever ago! I sent this photo to Scheherazade for her virtual birthday party, which is a pretty geeky idea. So, obviously, I think it's really cool. I went with this photo because I know she loves dogs, and who could not love Lola here?

Plus--wait? I think this is the first photo of myself that I've put on the site (other than the creepy eyeball one). So hello world.

I'm not bipolar, I'm just polar

After feeling so bummed out for a while, now I'm back on top of the world! That is because yesterday was a Black Day but today is a Super Good Day. I missed my bus this morning and it didn't faze me. Instead of moping, I am back to applying for jobs and planning for my interview tomorrow, and continuing work on the St. Paul Craftstravaganza! to be held this summer if all goes well.

First things first: I'm investigating event sites to host this thing, because it can't happen until we have a space for it. I would be very open to ideas for where such an event could be held. I'm looking at about 40 vendors with space for tables and walking room for about 1000-1500 attendees (the Minneapolis No Coast show drew over 2400 people, so this seems like a not outrageous estimate).

It doesn't have to be great it just has to be space. Ideally it will be cheap as free. I'm looking into hotels but expect them to be too expensive; other options are churches, parks, and maybe even big parking lots, but nothing especially comes to mind. Any locals have suggestions for me, please?

Suddenly everything's ponderous

Maybe it's the cold winter weather getting me down or just a combination of stresses from different areas in my life. Whatever it is, I had a little breakdown yesterday and just started to wander aimlessly around the house. I crashed in front of the TV for a few hours and looked through the same job listings over and over again. Suddenly, I became incredibly tired and went to bed around 8:30. This morning I woke up with a tremendous headache.

I have no good reason to be so miserable, but knowing that doesn't make me feel any better. So even though I'm feeling overwhelmed with too much to do, what's the first thing I did at the office this morning? Signed on for one more thing to do. That's just a blog thing though, it doesn't count for work. Writing is fun.

This brightened up my day a little bit. Last week, a festive MIT student decked the halls with walls of Mario (found via dinosaur comics). And here's one more thing to cheer up anyone who needs it: My Owner is an Idiot.

Don't copy that floppy

Everyone in the world needs to know about this.

When I was a youngster, we owned a state-of-the-art Commodore 64 computer and dozens of 5 1/4" floppy disks containing nothing but cracked and pirated games. My dad got the collection from a coworker and we loved going through those unlabeled disks and discovering games like Park Patrol and Attack of the Mutant Camels. I was unaware that there was any other method of acquiring software. Eventually we discovered that games could be purchased at certain stores and bought games like Arkanoid, Sky Wolf, and Bubble Bobble, but the bizarre free games always held a special place in my heart.

Still, I will never forget the sad day that my brother and I found a copy of Rampage in the Toys R Us and my mom wouldn't let us buy it, promising that we would come back later. Problem was, shortly afterward they discontinued all Commodore 64 software. Being a kid and as this was still before the Intar Web really took off, I had limited capacity for tracking down another copy, and I never found it again. We made our mom feel very guilty about that for a long time.

Tattoos again: I've got it

Monday's post about tattoos sparked a bit of debate. We struggled over the old question of what makes "art" and I tried to find an analogy to define my position on the subject. Maybe it was today's gunshot murder case or just enough time marinating on the subject, but I finally came up with a fitting comparison.

temporary tattoo : real tattoo : : water pistol : real pistol

One is just child's play; the other is for keeps. Actually, sticking on a temporary tattoo compared with the extended process of applying an actual tattoo makes the difference more like being squirted with water versus being riddled with bullets from a machine gun. But you get my drift. The impact, force, and significance of one are much greater than that of the other.

Of course, that's just my opinion and you're free to take it or leave it once again. If there's anything I should have learned about art by now, it's that different folks have different opinions of what's good and what's not, and who am I to disagree? One man's junk is another man's art. Just don't say that tattoos and temporary tattoos are the same thing.


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Look what I found!

We got pounded by snow last night and where were the freakin' plows? Nary a single road in the city was cleared. My bus got stuck going uphill and we had to detour. I woke up a half hour before I normally do so that I could take an earlier bus, and ended up getting to work ten minutes late! Lame.

In other local news, we have this gem from the Star Tribune:

Police said a woman called them shortly before 3 a.m. to report that she had found someone in the living room of her apartment. The person had been shot.
WTF? Who just "finds" a corpse in her living room at 3 AM? I can't imagine how this one will play out. The article goes on to say that the police "have no suspect information this morning." Hey, police? I would start by suspecting the woman whose living room had a gunshot victim in it. That sounds pretty damn suspicious to me.