- Partner :: spouse.
- Villain :: bad guy.
- Signature :: Needles. Duh.
- Homespun :: yarn. x2.
- Ultimate :: quest.
- Don’t! :: do it!
- Musical :: comedy.
- Candor :: Voltaire. Oh, wait. That's Candide, right?
- Terrified :: of rats.
- Virus :: computer.
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I don't want to hear any whining about the daylight savings time change. It's one hour, for crying out loud. It's not like you just flew from Minneapolis to Tokyo and have a fifteen hour time difference to adjust to. It's a one-hour lag, like flying from Minneapolis to Denver.
Get over it.
(Unless you have a really, really stubborn body clock that refuses to adjust easily. Then you have my sympathies.)
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And now a little post-Halloween scaring (via the bloggess.com).
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On Saturday I went to One Day University at the Minneapolis Convention Center. The lectures I chose to attend were:
- Iran, Israel, and Why The Mideast is Such a Mess. Charles Freilich / Harvard.
- What Would the Founding Fathers Think of America Today? Wendy Schiller / Brown University.
- How The Brain Works: Why We Do What We Do. Marvin Chun / Yale University.
- What Can We Learn From The Ancient Philosophers? Laurence Cooper / Carleton Chris Something-or-other / New Orleans University. (Professor Cooper hurt his back last week and could not attend.)
It was fun and interesting and thought-provoking, so much so that I signed up for the next one in Minneapolis, in April. Younger Son is thinking about going with me.
Since I had to be in downtown Mpls at 9:30 am on Saturday, I drove in on Friday to stay overnight, run a few errands and, most importantly, see some of my favorite people* -- the Knit Night Orphans. It was delightful to knit with them again and chat. Don't know when I will be back to do it again but I am already looking forward to it.
A few sights seen along the way:
The post office in Lindstrom, MN, where I stopped to mail my mittens to Adrienne.
Translation, anyone? I don't read or speak Swedish.
Yarn bombing observed along Minnehaha Parkway.
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And now for something completely different: YS playing keep-away with Percy.
Thirty-nine seconds of doggie delight.
* Except for the person in the group who essentially accused an unspecified one of us of stealing two of her knitting books. That was... awkward. Especially when she commented that she had known most of us for over ten years. (Three of us are newcomers, thus apparently more deserving of suspicion. Er...)