Archives for posts with tag: minneapolis

Northern Spark 2012

June 10, 12 //

For Northern Spark last year I stuck to St. Paul—just the riverboat, really, and that’s a gentle just. It was an absolute blast, and I was super bummed to see no jug band riverboat action on the agenda for 2012. But it did mean I’d have a chance to see everything else.

Bikes in tow, brother Rob and I zoomed all over the gorgeous Minneapolis night for street tacos, impromptu dance parties, flame-thrower bicycles, giant puppets, wee shadow poppets, critical mass traffic jams and games with light and sound.

I got some coins.

Flooded Rob with Art.

Laid beneath HOTTEA’s glorious sun.

And plain darted around.

I regret not getting any crowd shots. It was state fair, pride parade, mosh pit density. God we love our festivals, our feet on dirty streets too many months filled with slush, fitting all our life lust, wonder and exaltation in a mere three–four months.

I love love LOVE Minneapolis in the summer.

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our trolls are no face

July 16, 11 //

Narratives, Photography

america, minneapolis, politics, street art

I wonder if they know the other side of the tunnel will only show the same sunset storm sky, but I suppose this assumes they’ll make it. Takes it for granted they saw it once already and decided it wasn’t enough or what they thought telling or important to confront, to mend. Didn’t hit the right notes, speak the right language. Convince of a future of further dismantling. Facts are so goddamn boring. Lies tell our hearts what is true.

If one more time I hear “kick the can down the road,” I will exPLOrobably say nothing.

Poverty, greed, disgrace and disgust all need better emotional branding.

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snotnose art kids getting et by alligators

July 16, 11 //

Photography

minneapolis, street art

I weaved down Nicollet, in my old ‘hood, and hauled my bike up the side of the curb so I could better see what new wundr had arrived, heck! and all I fixed to do was rustle Chinese fake ham I later made a sandwich out of for my dad and he asked what it’s made of, so I told him: magic.

You have seen this side of the building before.

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nicollet’s jinn

October 19, 10 //

Narratives, Photography

minneapolis, street art

Sinbad’s Cafe and Deli on Nicollet Ave has been closed for months, maybe years now. The Middle East fare was smashing, a fond destination for foodage in the early-mid aughts. (Yes, that was me, involved in the unfortunate incident with the washroom bidet.)

They did rice right, man, in a way you’d want to fill up on that alone, as though the grape leaves, pita and baba ghannouj weren’t stunning, and then you’d feel foolish, did you not feel amazing.

It’s a shell now. Sad and ghastly. Arabic-inscribed drop ceiling still intact, but shambles within. Growing a jinn.

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36 tornadoes came to minnesota

June 19, 10 //

Photography, Shouts

minneapolis, whoa

…and all the Cities got was this orangesicle sky. Through with day before the night, that’s just what the light looked like, and everyone left their window panes to stand in the roiling heat of the street, meet their neighbors and share what they know about science.