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Tuesday, March 24, 2009



If you had the option to be abducted by aliens with the promise that you will be returned to Earth (within a few days) unharmed both physically and emotionally... would you go? Yes, you will be probed and yes you will remember everything. But no, you won't be sore or emotionally disturbed. In fact you will return to your everyday, mundane life, functioning completely normal like everyone else. The only difference is that you will know what most don't.

As an added note, I think that all the water towers in Rochester should be painted to look like spaceships. How cool would that be.

End note.

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Vintage Light Coffee and Tea House

Good morning. It's still morning! I'm not a morning person... at all. But today is different. Today, I'm a free bird doing whatever I want till about 2:40p.

I chose to check out a new coffee house in Rochester called Vintage Light. Marsha has been telling me about this little secret for months and I've finally made it here. One word... Perfect.

Located on the Northeast side of Rochester by Shopko, this homey coffee shop whispers quietly "come in and chill."

Their menu includes a variety of speciality coffees and teas, cold and hot and also features an assortment of baked goods, baked fresh here daily. The coffee scone is awesome and it goes great with my caramel mocha inexpensively priced with both items just over 5 dollars. A reasonable price to pay for such goodness.

The atmosphere is welcoming and bright. Unlike the other chain shops who all seem to have the same color palette on their walls, Vintage Light is painted in funky purples and teals. Family Photos hang on the wall behind a comfy L shaped couch with a crocheted blanket hanging on it's back. A dinner table sits in front of a retro/fridaesque painting of two women having tea minus the uni-brow painters face.

I like that there's randomly placed end tables with chairs next to them giving it a living room feel. That's how I feel right now... you know when you go back to your parents house and it's just warm and welcoming and lived in? Yeah, where you just feel like you belong there and you can kick off your shoes and play scrabble all afternoon and not worry about the world outside of that safety zone. (Damn this scone is good.) I won't kick off my shoes though, I'm sure it's against some health code.

For those of you who tend to not venture too far from Caribou, Java Detour, or Starbucks, you'll find that Vintage can make pretty much anything those other guys can, maybe even better. And for you non-coffee/tea drinkers, Vintage Light also offers smoothies, creamosas, Italian sodas and fresh lemonade, which I just had and was absolutely amazed with.

Stop in and support this independent coffee shop and it's owners who are also your very friendly baristas. Maybe next time I'm free I'll buy you a cup of Joe.

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Monday, March 23, 2009

Prophetic Blogging.

I'm supposed to write something everyday. I'm trying.

Lets see.

Should I write something if there's nothing of value to write about?

Yes. Yes. I'm just making excuses.


Write. Do something.

I'm gonna close my eyes and type what I see.

That sounds like fun.

Prophetic blogging.

I see a foot. A foot with some sort of infection on it. Like a fungus or maybe a bad burn or cut that needs attention. Looks painful. It's been going on for awhile and it's getting worse.


That was interesting.

I'm done.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Not Winter

Usually on Sundays I sit around a messy breakroom in a tiny airport in quiet Rochester, MN. This Sunday is no different.

Today however I feel rejuvenated. Maybe its the smell of rain or the sign of no snow that's causing my spirit to feel awake and anew. I love the sun shining through our windows and its heat penetrating through them. I love that my thermostat is set to off during the day as opposed to the hot air blowing through the floor vents. My surroundings are new again although they were the same this whole time underneath all that snow. But enough about that snow...

Thank God.

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Saturday, March 21, 2009

I Don't Care That You're Reading This

I'm listening to Bush right now.

The Song: Swallowed

Feelings: A little embarrased but I really don't care.

I still know the lyrics.

Feelings: A little embarrased but I really don't care I said.

I'm feeling nostalgic. I'm taken back to 9th grade English class, wearing my Razorblade suitcase shirt with green courd pants and black boots.

Man I was a dork.

That year I met Brett Kasden though. Only thing good to come out of my one year at Silverado High. I went from Honor Roll to barely passing my freshman year. My G.P.A plummeted from a 3.6 to a 1.0 I believe. I ditched school, smoked some pot, drank a few times during my alternating ditch shifts. We could have 18 absences per semester; thats 36 half days in 2 quarters. Which meant 72 half days all year. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

I was bitter at my mom. She moved me to the other side of the city where I didn't know anyone and didn't care to know anyone. Everyone I cared about went to Vegas and that's where I wanted to be. It sucks that I felt like messing up my grades and skipping classes was going to teach my mom a lesson, cause when I finally graduated from Vegas 3 years later, I got screwed out of the Nevada Scholorship by .03 points. I think that you needed a 2.95 and I had a 2.93. Apparently the honors classes that I had my freshman year weighed more on my G.P.A then regular classes. So even though when I transfered to Vegas and worked my way back onto the Honor Roll list the first quarter and received Straight A's all of my Senior year, that 1st year at Silverado just f'd everything up for me. I don't even think my mom noticed what happened too. Thats the ironic part of it all.

Oh well, she meant well. She was a single mom trying to make things easier for us and herself.

I hated college anyway.

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Random Dreams

When I was 5 maybe I got lost in a pet store at the Meadows Mall. I didn't really get lost, I just realized that my uncle wasn't around when I looked up and I freaked out. He was just outside the entrance waiting for us to come out. But for those 2 or 3 minutes I felt completely terrified and I started to cry. I remember Talia being there and taking my hand and telling me to calm down or something equivelant in spanish I'm sure. We were both five and with all the emotions that I was experiencing at once I remember thinking that Talia was so brave and I was such a coward.

This moment in my childhood, that lasted about 5 minutes, continued to be a reoccuring nightmare for months. In the dream though, there were kidnappers and big vans with no windows.

I wonder if Talia remembers this day.

One of my earliest memories was of another reoccuring dream too. We lived in these apartments on the top of the Bonanza hill on 14th street. I remember dreaming that my family was watching TV and this huge snake same from under the couch and tried to devour us all. I think I was about 3 or 4 at this time.


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Friday, March 6, 2009

Album Cover

Make your Own Album Cover for your Own Fake Band!

1 - Go to "Wikipedia." Hit “Random Article”or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random

The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations"or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3

The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days

Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together

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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Sam Bone

My baby daughters cheeks are perfectly round

They fit things in them that I never thought would be possible

Sometimes it seems like she's hiding things from us in them
But then she smiles and I realize that she's just hiding her silly teeth

Theyre soft and smooth and painted pink

My daughters cheeks make me happy

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Who She Is

Her eyes are big, round and dark chocolate brown

Her smile is soft and sweet

Her laughter is genuine and silly, fun with rhythm

Whenever I look at her my spirit dances

Her name is Jade

Her voice is strong, confident and powerful

She makes a difference already with her clever remarks and observations

The world is her stomping ground but she chooses to skip instead

She is gentle but tough, sensitive but strong

She is my daughter and She is and will continue to be amazing


Ducky Uncle by Jade Holt

There was this duck... and do you want to know what his name was? Ducky Uncle. So Ducky Uncle went over a bridge and then there was this big giant elephant and it was walking towards the bridge and then they fell right off of it and they yelled ahh and landed on the ground. And the other one landed in the water and the elephant rolled in the water and he wanted to get back up but he couldn't get back up and Ducky Uncle fell on top of the elephants butt. The End.

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