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LUDIC LOG
09.24.2004

Where's Leonard this weekend?  Why, he's on vacation, visiting the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul.  Is he there because they are the best places in the world to be?  No, not really.  He's there because of someone.  And not just any someone, but the best someone going.  Let's look at some pictures and call it a Foto Friday, shall we?  That should pad things out a bit.


This here is Nina Farina.  She's awful damn good.  She is the web editor of a fine publication.  She's so cool she gets the black-and-white treatment (or maybe it's because the sunlight jacked with the color on this site).  Anyway, I'm a bit sweet on her.  Don't tell anybody!


This here's Nina again, with her daughter, whose name is top secret.  Right now she's playing her favorite game, which involves taking her shoes off and then demanding someone put them back on.  She never gets tired of this game.


This here is one of Nina's cats.  Its name is Cassandra, or possibly Catherine.  I was unable during my entire visit to tell the difference between them.

This here is the other one of Nina's cats, so I guess this is also Cassandra or possibly Catherine.  See?  They're exactly the same.

This here is something from the Walker Sculpture Garden, where we took a lovely stroll.  It's a public part with lots of statues in it.  This statue is of a footprint or a shoe or something.  I don't know, I was drunk.

This here is another statue.  It's of a rusted-out steamshovel.  Here in Chicago, we just have regular rusted-out steamshovels and we don't call them art, but we are a bunch of lowbrows.

This here is yet another statue.  It's of a huge water-squirting cherry inside a bent spoon.  My roommate tells me this statue or "sculpture" is by Salvador Dali.  Okay.

This here is the huge water-squirting Dali cherry again.  I like this picture because (a) it makes it look like the thing is a big-ass catapult that's about to launch a giant cherry into a Minneapolis skyscraper and (b) it appears that someone has been buried up to his neck in the lawn in front of the sculpture.


This here is a street in Minneapolis called Cretin Avenue.  The name of this street made me laugh and laugh and laugh.  Nina didn't think it was all that unusual, so I asked her if there was another street in town called Moron Boulevard.  There is also a part of the city called Dinkytown, and I think it would be awesome if there were gang wars between people from Cretin Avenue and people from Dinkytown, like big midget/retard drive-bys.  Nina likes me even though I spend a lot of time thinking of things like this.

This here is Nina again.   She's what I went there for.  Don't you just want to kiss her?  I know I did.

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