fun

Smile.  The evil twin has emerged.

stupid

So somebody walked in my house this week and stole my computer.  How pathetic is it that I have to post blogs from the Mall of America?  At least we're having fun.

Everybody cross their fingers that the insurance company comes through for us.  If so, we'll be back in action soon, with a bigger, better and more fun machine.  If not, we'll see you next trip to the mall.

payback

Cheap shot...



Payback...



Mine is #10 in white.
A very bad moment, followed by a very good moment.

The result after 4 overtime periods: Badgers 1 Sioux 0.

That might have been the hardest fought 4th place game I've ever seen.

super

I just had this rare moment of believing my life is perfect. 4:30 on a Saturday afternoon, I've had 2 beers between hockey games where I get to watch this guy pour all he has in his 10 year old body on the ice and skate into the locker room all eyeballs and teeth, proud of his effort, win or lose. I made him some pre-game pasta and sat down to send a few emails and listen to Dinosaur Jr. on my headphones so not to interrupt his Spongebob episode. The music hits me where music is supposed to hit you, I love my friends and family, the northern sun outside is starting to overpower the ice and I look up to see this in front of me. Maybe my life really is perfect.

foo

I took the kid to see the Foo Fighters the other night and followed it up with this email to my sister. It's kind of dorky in a sappy sense of the word and possibly very confusing to anyone other than her, but the feeling was so powerful I figured it was blog worthy. I took some pictures at the show, but they were all blurry. Besides, I lost my camera cord so my pictures are temporarily stuck on that little card in there. This picture should suffice; just imagine instead of outside in Louisiana watching an LSU football game, we're inside in Minneapolis watching the Foo Fighters. You get the idea.

Foo Fighters rocked last night. I think Dave Grohl designed an
arena rock show around what he wanted as a kid; big guitar riffs, drum
solos and huge rock endings. It was super cliché stuff that only he could pull
off, mostly because you can see him laughing about how ridiculous and
wonderful the whole spectacle is.
Cutest quote of the night came from
Tiffer: He played drums for Kurt Cobain?! Jack had his first whiff of
pot post DARE training which was absolutely fascinating for him. And I
felt the full circle of rock which gave me an incredibly warm and satisfied
feeling.
A few weeks ago I was listening to a Bob Mould interview on
NPR and I told Tiffer how cool it was. He was talking about influences and
how if it weren't for his musical heroes he would never have made it
to the point of being interviewed on NPR. I told her if it wasn't
for Bob, I never would have made music. Then one afternoon I played some
Husker Du for her and Jack and talked about the whole history of that band,
what they meant to me, what they meant to Minneapolis and what they meant to the music world in general. At one point I
played the song New Day Rising, in which Bob continually repeats the line "new day rising".
Jack asked if that was how I got the
idea for the Box 10 song Where to Begin, which I had never thought about,
but is probably correct. Then I played some Box 10 for them and talked
about how lucky I was to play my own goofy songs in the historic clubs of
such a cool city. Last night between songs Dave Grohl talked about what a
wonderful city Minneapolis is and how he used to play all the cool bars
like First Avenue and The 400 and how thankful he is to this city for
inspiration, especially Husker Du. Then he broke into his song Times Like
These that has the line "I'm a new day rising" right
smack in the middle. At that point I put my arm around my kid and
got a little teary eyed.
Full circle.