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On Sunday I made a creamy cauliflower soup. It involved pureeing and that frightened me. Plus, I had the divide the recipe in half, so there was math that also frightens me. It turned out delightful and silky and it is so good I’m a little sad that I didn’t have anyone to share it [...]
Dreams
12
Jan 10
Four wholly unrelated things I want to tell you
5
Nov 09
77 cheeseburgers
From the time I got my first pink walkman and a cassette of Chicago’s “17″ I would listen to music as I went to sleep. It helped with the insomnia that plagued me since I was a little kid. For as long as I could remember I did this. I would create entire bedtime playlists, [...]
8
Oct 09
I dream of words
Last night I dreamt I was at a party, or it might have been in class. It was a gathering of people of some sort. I can’t remember what we were talking about but during the conversation I said annunciation instead of enunciation. Twice! Then someone made fun of me for it.
It was a [...]
30
Sep 09
Things I have to do today even though I don’t want to
Put on pants
Update my resume
Also, I dreamt the other night that I went to prom with Justin Timberlake. Not as a goofy teenager, no I went to prom as a goofy thirty-seven year old. Also, I had a bob. Also, Justin kept trying to take pictures of us with his iPhone so he could tweet [...]
8
Sep 09
Do you correct Tim Gunn?
The other night I had a dream that Tim Gunn and Whitley, a friend from college, were at Supergenius HQ and we were playing Scrabble on my IKEA coffee table. Tim complimented me on the Cezanne poster that was hanging above my TV*. It was a Matisse poster not Cezanne at all. I just said [...]
4
May 09
I had a sex dream about Bruce Springsteen
So yeah, a dream about Bruce Springsteen. A graphic, physically satisfying dream where he complimented me on technique and I didn’t comment on the fact that every woman he had sex with had signed his headboard with a black Sharpie. I am classy like that. I spent the entire act looking for other Jodis because [...]
6
Feb 09
Rex Sorgatz’s notebook
Here is an e-mail I sent to Christa last night:
I had a dream about you last night.
All I remember is that for some reason you and I had discovered Rex Sorgatz’s notebook. We took it to my parents’ house and hid it. Then you and Barrett went to the grocery store to stock up on [...]
29
Dec 08
The worst part was I had to live in Roseville
I dreamt last night that my family made me move into you Aunt Tete’s house in Roseville. I am not sure where my aunt had gone, but all I know is that I was forced to live in her house. It made me very sad, having to live in Roseville. So sad, in fact, that [...]
24
Nov 08
I had a bad dream about local musicians I don’t even know
In the dream I was being followed by some sort of Jetsonsesque hover stage filled with musicians including, but not limited to: Craig Finn, Martin Devaney, Marty (a boy I went to college with), and some others who were not so easily identified. Dave Pirner was on the hovercraft acting as a conductor. It was [...]
19
Oct 08
I am not sure what the spotlights had to do with Gatsby
I am always surprised when a song I really love comes on Eurydice. Apparently I forget that I filled the stupid iPod with songs that I really love.
Last night I dreamt I went to a Liz Phair book signing and she invited me out to go out to dinner when she was done. At Denny’s. [...]
31
Aug 08
I can’t even begin to get this
Last night I dreamt that Vodo made me park Ruby and swim to Grumpy’s, fully dressed, while smoking a cigarette. Apparently Grumpy’s had been relocated on the shores of Lake What the Fuck and the blacktop that is usually there in back was turned into some sort of sandy beach complete with volleyball court.
Peabo [...]
12
Jul 08
I am not sure of the symbolism of a hedgehog making a milk shake
In the dream Grumpy’s was crowded. I was sitting at a table with Vodo and some other friends of mine. Peabo was at a different table across the bar with Neko Case and some other friends.
Vodo gave me a card in the shape of a bowling ball, inside he had drawn a cartoon of [...]
3
Jun 08
Very well, I contradict myself
Last night I dreamt that Walt Whitman, Henry David Thoreau, and Ralph Waldo Emerson were getting frustrated with me because I couldn’t keep them straight and kept calling them by the wrong names.
4
May 08
The Vonnegut of my dreams
There was a great flood. I think that maybe the Minnesota River had overflown its banks and flooded most of Shakopee. I had to jump from a plane with a parachute to get anywhere. When I got home, Kurt Vonnegut was sitting at the dining room table in Supergenius HQ. He was using my old [...]
7
Apr 08
Prince and Liz Phair on the Dating Game
So I was on the Dating Game but instead of three bachelors, I had a bachelor and a bachelorette. One was Prince and the other was Liz Phair. They answered all my questions with each other’s dirtiest lyrics. As the game progressed they went from speaking the lyrics to singing the lyrics. Even in dreams [...]
