The more I leave Minneapolis, the happier I am to come home to it - to its crisp air and icy color palette and happy, hardy people, bundled up to their eyelashes. And, most of all, to its moments of complete and utter silence.
This morning’s walk was good for the soul.
And there were little kids playing with sidewalk chalk on the trail. Spring is on her way.
people in my life, beware.
(via Newspaper Blackout Horoscopes for February 2012 by Austin Kleon)
My traveling partner, Wayne, and I have fallen into a comfortable rhythm during our many days together in the South.
He drives the rental car. (It’s not exactly devastating that, as a 23-year-old, I’m not allowed to drive it and instead have to sleep and read magazines on the road.) I’m in charge of finding us restaurants and touristy stuff to do.
And today, we achieved the perfect equilibrium in this strange friendship that’s fallen into place very quickly, as only one developed through hours spent together in strange circumstances can.
We found the balance between Wayne’s interests (baseball and history) and my interests (feminism and Madonna) when we stumbled across the baseball field used in the movie A League of Their Own.
That also happens to be the third-oldest field in the country, with character and charm just oozing out of its aged blue seats.
semi-related: this is what the shameful expenses sheet of a very professional, very healthy young strategist traversing the south looks like.
evansville, indiana
- megan: hello! we're just in town for the night. is there anything we should do or see?
- car rental employee: well, you should go to the hornet's nest.
- megan: what's the hornet's nest?
- car rental employee: oh, it's just a bar. you know, one of your typical "Thong Thursday" kinda places.
- megan: ...
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
(Source: theconstantbuzz, via jesuisperdu)


