StarTribune has an article about the “dark” history of the White Bear Lake area. Mainly hits on the gangster activity during the 1930s. A copy of the article is in the cut below.
I had enough energy to finish cutting the lawn this morning that I started last Sunday. After I cut the front half early Sunday afternoon, I felt like crap. So I took a nap. I awoke from that nap still feeling lousy. By that evening, I diagnosed myself with a cold (see blog entry).
Spar the Cat enjoyed this illness. After a solid week of living in solitude during my vacation, he had my company for the past 5 days. To show his appreciation, he brought me a gift (click on thumb). To show my appreciation for this gift, I am taking him to the vet to get his shots updated next Tuesday.
I am better. I went to bed last night with a fever. I awoke without one. That has to be a good sign that I am getting over this thing. I am still achy with snuffles, but I can cope with that. On a positive note, I have lost 4 pounds since the onset of this disease.
My road is getting a mechanical peel. There is an awful racket outside. The next step, I believe, is a shot or two of botox.
So with the additional energy, I made a web cartoon. I think I have found my future. Yay!
I’m sick again, and it might be beyond a cold. It is acting very similar to the sickness I had back in September (a sample post from that time). That sickness was called a flu.
No fever when I left work at 7 AM. By 2 PM, the fever had spiked up to 102. I have no clue what is going on. Oh, I have theories, but they are based on conspiracies. Maybe after this has run its course I will give those fun theories.
Now the bad news. I am coming down with a cold, and I have 3 overnight shifts coming up. The first shift starts in about 4 hours. I have developed a small sniffle, the throat is scratchy and my voice is a bit raspy. Hopefully this is the extent of it.
I probably caught this bug while on my trip. If I had only remembered to wear my environmental suit with optional poop-flap. If I had, this probably wouldn’t of happened.
Whenever I post something about music, I include the “dancing diver” animated gif as the associated picture. Thanks to YouTube, you can now view the video that I extracted that animation from. Here is that video. Silly and fun, isn’t it. That video is one of my favorities.
I couldn’t find the video for Love and Rockets – Mirror People on YouTube. So I uploaded it last night. Still hasn’t made the YouTube search engine as of this morning. So you lucky folk get to view it exclusively until the people at YouTube suck it into their search engine. This video has a very Andy Warhol-ian feel to it.
The Chemical Brothers have some of the best music videos. They somehow attract some of the best directors out there. Here is a list of their videos on YouTube:
• Out of Control
• Star Guitar
• Hey Boy, Hey Girl
• Get Yourself High
• Let Forever Be
• Where Do I Begin (Beth Orton vox)
• The Golden Path
• Elektrobank (Spike Jonze directed)
• Setting Sun
• The Test
• The Boxer
I did the same routine that I did last year for Grandma’s Marathon. Although this time, parking took shorter because I knew what to expect. I just assumed parking many blocks up the hill was what I had to do, so I did. I then biked the 7.5 miles to the meeting point at mile marker 18 of the marathon. I was bit early, and they were a bit slow this year. I should mention who “they” are. They would be Ris and the Zoyx attorney, Jan (click on thumb picture). I should also mention why they were a bit slow. The cooler by the lake thing wasn’t working today. The southwest winds kept things muggy and warm, slowing things down. Plus the the Zoyx attorney had a gimpy ankle from doing the Edinburgh Scotland Marathon, less than a week ago.
With less than 2 miles left in the race, a downpour gushed on top of us. A real gully washer. We took liberties with the course at this time and took a short-cut. With a downpour and folks not feeling too well, this was a unanimous decision. I turned off my GPS device at the finish line. Here is the motioned-based trace of what I did that morning.
Strangely the beer tent was not serving beer. They were told by the city to stop serving beer because there was a potential for severe weather. They didn’t want the liability associated with beer consumption and severe weather. Right next door, the wine tent was still serving away. They didn’t see any problems. So we had a post race sip of wine, instead of a guzzle of beer.
The walk back to the car was fun. I have 3 glasses of wine in me, and you want me to wander up 10 blocks to the top of Duluth’s hill to my car. Fine. I did this chore, and I did do some sobering up along the way.
Lots of showers and thunderstorms right now. The downpour during the race didn’t have any thunder or lightning that I noticed. The stuff right now is rumbling along, and it is quite dark as I type. At least I am home now.
Go view the pictures I took while in Rapid City yesterday morning. The captions tell a story or two. Enjoy.
Spar the Cat is very happy I am home in Hermantown. He sat in my lap for about ten minutes after I got home, then he headed outside. He just came in after two hours of scouting things out, and is being a pest again.
I found out this morning that another group of Storm Chasers were staying at my hotel in Rapid City. Looked like it was a recreational trip. The guy in charge was taking some customers out to look at storms. Apparently South Dakota and Wyoming is the hot spot for the next few days. I snapped a picture of their vans, but will hold off on posting them until a later date.
After checking out of the hotel, I visited the weather office in Rapid City. Todays video is a pan of the view from that office. Lucky chaps.
I then headed to the campus. Nice little luxury, you can run down the hill from the NWS forecast office, to the nearest Tech school. That college is South Dakota School of Mines and Technology. Which just so happens to be where I received my MS degree in Atmospheric Science. The Atmospheric Dept. was moved from the classic Mclaury building, to the Mining/Geology building. I don’t like the move, and I don’t think the current professors and students like it either.
I snapped a picture of the house I stayed at during the 1990/91 school year (click on thumb). Everyone needs a shit-hole rental place during their college life. This was mine. As you can see, it hasn’t been painted since I lived there. Well, except for those blotches that were painted. Those spots that were painted were probably a mistake. The nearby Idlewood Inn (with special hourly rates) was being painted during todays visit. Coincidently, the same exact color as those blotches seen on my old place. I’m thinkin’ that the painters hired to paint the Idlewood Inn, accidentally started to paint my old place. If that is true, that is comedy gold.
Mr. Stump still owns this shit-hole rental house. He had just purchased this property about a year before I set up home there. He has a sign making business set up in the garage. You would think with his painting skills, he would do a better job of keeping up on the painting of his property.
He did do me a big favor while living there. I had gas line freeze in the K-Wagon (1981 Dodge Aries Wagon). He let me push it into his shop, then he turned on the heat to let it thaw out. I was able to start it up the next morning and drive to the Twin Cities for my Christmas vacation.
I need to wrap up this post, cause it is way past my bed time. So to conclude, I then hopped in the Zoyx Tornado Interceptor Vehicle (TIV), and drove straight back to my Little Canada Condo. The only aggravation was the strong headwind I had to fight while driving across South Dakota. When I am driving to the east, I want that prevailing west wind to push me, not some fluky east headwind.