Friday, June 22, 2007

red eyed cicadas

I saw a cicada. It was red, with red eyes. Actually I saw two. One was looking very out of place on the Milwaukee Avenue sidewalk, truly cut off from any soil or trees. The second was in the beak of a bird about to be fed to the little birdies in the nest not far above my head. People who have lived in this area of the country for a long time remember the last time the cicadas came out a mere seventeen years ago. One young woman recalled when she was nine she gathered as many as she could into a bucket, they fascinated her and she was in bug heaven being a bit of a bug geek and all. Another young woman was thirteen when the cicadas were last here. One flew down her bathing suit, "That's the worst possible thing that can happen to a thirteen year old girl." she says. After trying to remember what it was like to be a thirteen year old girl, I tend to agree. The cicadas ruined her summer, they were gross.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

i heart mpls

I've lost my enthusiasm for blogging. Maybe that is not a good thing to admit on a blog. This is an attempt to rekindle our relationship Mr. Blog. I can't even tell if I'm happier now compared to when I lived in California. I don't think it matters anymore because I'm here and that's that. Someone told me that I would love Minneapolis - actually two people did in the same day! And now, I think about Minneapolis often. I recall a grad school program I found there, and I think maybe I am supposed to go live there, even though they have horrible winters even worse than Chicago. They do have the Mississippi. And a bunch of lakes though. Oh, and apparently FIVE food coops!

Here are some random things I've been contemplating:
1) I don't ever want to see any cicadas. 2) Why are people so defensive when a person critiques the movie "Knocked Up"? 3) It may be time to start a new and improved lefty magazine. 4) Will I ever live on an art farm and grow my own food (and make some art)? 5) I just want Jericho to come back on TV (please god.) 6) Why don't I go to budapest? 7) It is claustrophobic in the Midwest. 8) Midwest people hate on California as much as California people hate on the Midwest. (don't tell anyone about that though in an effort to keep the peace.)

This concludes my effort to rekindle my blogging romance. Goodnight.