People: May 2006 Archives

I went to see the "Body Worlds" exhibit at the Science Museum of Minnesota last night. It's one of those things I can't fully explain, but it's really worth seeing. I could give you a blow by blow description but I think it would take away from the experience for you.

The exhibit really confronts one with the reality that all our love & desire, reason & intellect, wit & humor springing up and out of these complicated little "machines" will turn into dust & wormfood (or plastic in this case).

For those of you who heard my questions before seeing the exhibit ... yes, there are genitals. They weren't jarring in the way I expected them to be.

The Roseville Caribou on Lexington is becoming some sort of strange nexus for me. A week ago I saw one of the barista's at church. Last Saturday, at the swing dance at the Anoka airport, I ran into another. She happens to be living with one of the couples that we went dancing with. I think there is a cosmic message in this for me -- I should be tipping better.

30-Minute Snog Beats the Sneeze.

I like kissing, I really do, but kissing someone in the middle of their hayfever attack, even for the love of science and histamine-blocking -- I'm not sure about that.

The co-worker formerly known as "the co-worker who would prefer to be called my favorite co-worker" is out on maternity leave. Consequently, I have an opening and I'm interviewing for a temporary replacement worker. Obviously you must already work at my office.

Requirements include the ability to give out fashion advice, make me a special dessert on my birthday and the ability to listen to my inane bitching -- good sense of humor is a must.

BTW, this is not an actual job, with a pay check and benefits, it's a virtual-job. You won't be paid for this and you'll still have to get your actual job done. (If you read this blog, you're probably qualified already.)

Today I had one of these weird small world experiences. I was walking out of church -- walking towards me was a barista from the Caribou located all too conveniently on my way to work. For a minute I wondered if I was having some sort of caffeine withdrawal delusion -- nope, it was really her. She thought I looked familiar, but didn't know why until I asked her if she could make me a large-skim-wet-cappucino. Obviously the pusher means more to the addict than vice versa.

Next thing you know someone from church will show up at my coffee shop.

Could everyone please stay in the correct boxes please?