It used to be an old government building, with a number of courtrooms and the surveyor’s office, of old things. Now the building’s a historical landmark and there’s a history museum on the inside.
Downtown St. Paul
The Landmark Center
One of the courtrooms.
Get a load of that cool ceiling!
It’s a compressed-air station for filling up your bicycle’s tires.
These ones come with commentary.
A real-life Flintstones-mobile. They are actually pedalling that thing to make it go.
Spoonbridge at the Sculpture Garden
Photographic proof that I was there.
But what does it _mean_?
This is not the world's largest ball of twine.
That says, "More than once I've awakened with tears running down my cheeks. I have had to think whether I was crying or whether it was involuntary, like drooling."
Quamquam!
ITTY BITTY OCTOPUS! ITTY BITTY OCTOPUS! AAAAAAAH!
I’ve got a bunch of things to do right now: read about interspecific incompatibility for grad school, apartment hunt, put together a publicity plan for The Confederacy of Heaven, keep up with a certain blog of mine. But a bucket full of kittens somehow manages to trump all that, doesn’t it?
These guys are little attention sponges. They don’t want you to leave them alone for an instant – forget about what you had been planning to do today. We found them out on a curb in our neighborhood, and we’ll be keeping them until they’re old enough to go to the shelter.
One of the tykes has the most remarkable markings. He’s halfway between being a black cat and a tabby. The white bits remind me of swirls of galaxy in the night sky.
(That's my goofball brother in the background.)
If I had my way I’d name him Ëarendil and keep him, but alas. I doubt the apartment building would accept cats.
Here’s what happens when you take warped video game physics and play with it for all it’s worth. Oh, and the music’s pretty cool, too.
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