Archive for May, 2003

Busy, busy, busy. Saw: The Matrix Reloaded, and A Mighty Wind. Played: Mystery at the Abbey, Barbarossa, and Draw! Kevin Wilson’s new game Magdar is on the verge of release and looks swell. Look for information on it somewhere at Meanwhile, I have, depending on how you look at it, six different books in the air right now. I am thrilled and terrified; at any moment the floor will be covered in broken plates.

Head over to John Tyne’s weblog for a great discussion on The Matrix Reloaded. You may have to click onto the second page. The discussion has sapped my will to review, I think.

Current Noise: Soul Coughing, Buddha Rhubarb Butter

The Presidential Variety Show
The professional critics can say what they want, but as television isn’t likely to give us another Oval Office drama any time soon I’m perfectly happy to watch The West Wing go through the catalog of presidential debacles, crises, and lesser-known oddball scenarios.

Trading Places
I’ve been catching references to the John Landis comedy Trading Places all over lately, ever since I saw The Blues Brothers again this weekend. Within 5 days I’ve noticed 3 references to the film. What the hell is up with that? Anyway, I’d forgotten how much I love those great John Landis comedies like Coming to America. They’re delightful things to stumble on during a Sunday afternoon cable-surf and are something I genuinely miss about cable television. Anyway, go rent Trading Places.

First in the Field
As an experiment, I’ve taken the new laptop out into the field for the first time, and I thought it would be nice to write a little update for the gist mill while I’m here. As I type this, I’m sitting in the Supreme Bean cafe in Stillwater, MN, which is an even more gorgeous town when the leaves are alive. Stillwater is called the Birthplace of Minnesota, for good reason, but I won’t bore you with the historical details except to say that important decisions were made here by frontier types who gathered here for the occassion. I quite like the idea of a bunch of furry wilderness types standing around a bonfire on the edge of St. Croix River talking about making a new state. Today, that beautiful wooded slope across the river is Wisconsin. What a shame that the world has become so small that new states and provinces might never be created again without civil wars or social collapse. Of course, I’m romanticizing the requisitioning of other people’s lands when I write this, but these are the sorts of things you think about when sitting in the birthplace of a state, I suppose.

As for Supreme Bean: hallelujah. This is a privately owned (I’m assuming) little coffee shop in one of the storefront areas of a historic mill building here on the riverbank. If you come buy, I recommend buying an antique book at the fantastic antique shop here in the mill, then sitting down at Supreme Bean to page through it with a sandwich and coffee. Besides the benefits of individual style, this place stands out for its happy and talented staff, surprisingly broad menu of specialty lattes and die-happy desserts. Listen to me raving like a suburban newspaper food critic.

Here’s the real testimonial, though. I made espresso drinks for 3 years, and 100% of the drinks I’ve had from Supreme Bean have been terrific; tasty, smooth, foamy and not too sweet. I can taste vanilla and cinnamon distinctly in the Snickerdoodle, but I can also taste the coffee. A good deal of Caribou drinks fail that test. Yeah, I’m being a snob, but there are so few things I get to be snobbish about with some degree of authority, so I’m relishing. I’ll make up for it with geeky fanboy praise when I write my next movie review, I’m sure.

Man do I love this new computer. With any luck, the extra work I get done with this machine will include more than just blogs. Until next time.

Oh, Good God
I’m not nearly as scared of being in a plane crash as I am scared of something like this. I sincerely hope there are survivors.

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