<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>The Twin Cities Greatest</title><description>Life is full of side notes. These are mine.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jon B)</managingEditor><pubDate>Wed, 4 Mar 2026 14:08:46 -0600</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><copyright>Copyright: Jon B</copyright><itunes:keywords>twincitiesgreatest,twin,cities,greatest,jon,b</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>A podcast from the Twincities Greatest</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>A podcast from the Twincities Greatest</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Society &amp; Culture"><itunes:category text="Personal Journals"/></itunes:category><itunes:author>Jon B</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>Jon B</itunes:email><itunes:name>Jon B</itunes:name></itunes:owner><item><title>Losing Bunch of Losers</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2012/05/losing-bunch-of-losers.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 20:08:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-5927375034754292221</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUTpUDrkDpPMvJmqq6qvYr3EYJ-fTU5qykr0MgEp7SJW_RWkK6Ji8xUNhFTjYDnHjqWjoaV68cZKxN6CHTV9cil5ZS6ut_IQQwYVmsDhW4dwK8V-4kA7TU15X6jiVqxN8JN-3tDX7sqDw/s1600/Losing.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUTpUDrkDpPMvJmqq6qvYr3EYJ-fTU5qykr0MgEp7SJW_RWkK6Ji8xUNhFTjYDnHjqWjoaV68cZKxN6CHTV9cil5ZS6ut_IQQwYVmsDhW4dwK8V-4kA7TU15X6jiVqxN8JN-3tDX7sqDw/s320/Losing.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
For those who know me, they know I HATE losing. I hate losing more than I like winning. Take today for example. We lost in softball. Not like that's anything new. My team is 0-4. But today &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;played bad. I went 0-3 at the plate with a strikeout. Seriously, who strikes out in softball?!?!?! I do I guess.....&lt;br /&gt;
I hate losing so much that it literally ruins my week. I'll be irritated about this for an entire week. I threw my bat over a fence during the game and the other team seemed concerned. What adult male throws a temper tantrum during a fun league softball game?!?!?! I do I guess.....&lt;br /&gt;
But what's so wrong with hating to lose? Who &lt;i&gt;likes&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;losing? I don't know of anyone. Though most people probably handle it better than I do.&lt;br /&gt;
In other news, I'm going to start a new blog soon. I'll post the link and all that fun stuff soon. I just feel like I've outgrown this particular blog. I do need to find a new name though. Something clever and suave, like Rico Suave..... But that's not what I'll name it. More details to come.&lt;br /&gt;
Jon Beez in the trap. I hate most of that entire song, but it's truly stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;
But enough of this loser talk. I'm going to hit the batting cages this weekend. You just watch, I'll go 3-3 next week with at least a double. Or at least I hope so....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUTpUDrkDpPMvJmqq6qvYr3EYJ-fTU5qykr0MgEp7SJW_RWkK6Ji8xUNhFTjYDnHjqWjoaV68cZKxN6CHTV9cil5ZS6ut_IQQwYVmsDhW4dwK8V-4kA7TU15X6jiVqxN8JN-3tDX7sqDw/s72-c/Losing.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Easy Like Sunday Morning</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2012/03/easy-like-sunday-morning.html</link><category>Sunday</category><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 09:47:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-5667015817546694084</guid><description>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDmW4gsP2MoQpPiugD_Rf7sD9i9igP2tD6ErqwBKst04qrirACsapqror7r5QFWz1SGZB5so9UzYTs9ZVhrkF_X1nbFQr7cbvX0-zQBRG8GSAWVhvBbJmf0v1kDxyYzXJpkKAcJmnU0Xi/s320/EASY-LIKE-SUNDAY-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721249180050797586" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love Sunday mornings. I almost always have. There's something about the easiness of them. Take today for example. I had my normal Sunday routine: Get up (obviously), make some porridge, french press some coffee and read the paper. Typing that makes me feel like a 75 year old man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But that's just how it goes. No TV, no noise outside, just birds chirping and the occasional sound of car doors closing. The air smells cleaner on Sundays, the day moves slower and I'm actually eager to do nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My lazy plan for the day will consist of: Finishing this blog, going for a bike ride around the Stone Arch Bridge, grab a late lunch with my parents, and read. I literally plan on reading from 3-7 PM. I need to finish the 10 books I've started. I'm like 70% finished with all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In other news, March Madness sucks. My bracket was busted by some no-name teams that got lucky. The good news is that EVERYONE else is in the same boat as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But do you know what bracket is even better than the NCAA bracket? The Wire bracket! I love, love, love this idea. As most of you know, the Wire is pretty much my favorite show ever. Most people either really love it, or hate it. There isn't much middle ground when it comes to the Wire. But anyway, someone decided to put together a bracket of "favorite Wire characters". My final is between Omar and Avon with Omar coming out on top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you haven't been in Minneapolis recently, you're severely missing out. It's pretty much the greatest stretch of weather we've ever had. So put on your running shoes, put some air in the bike tires and come join me in enjoying this Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDmW4gsP2MoQpPiugD_Rf7sD9i9igP2tD6ErqwBKst04qrirACsapqror7r5QFWz1SGZB5so9UzYTs9ZVhrkF_X1nbFQr7cbvX0-zQBRG8GSAWVhvBbJmf0v1kDxyYzXJpkKAcJmnU0Xi/s72-c/EASY-LIKE-SUNDAY-M.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Surprised?</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2012/02/surprised.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 09:19:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-848499510356682934</guid><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whitney Houston died yesterday. Possibly from drugs. In other news, fire is hot. Were we really that surprised? For some reason I thought Bobby Brown would have gone first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, my pre-birthday bash went stellar as planned. Kristen cold rocked it! I also found out I have a very strong affinity for fois gras. We went out on Friday, and had, quite possibly, the tastiest duck dish I've ever had (short of the one we had in Paris). It was actually paired with the right amount of sweet rice and cilantro. Wow, as I type this I really think I sound like a food snob....I might have to eat some Ramen to make up for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sidenotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-If you haven't downloaded Asher Roth's Pabst &amp;amp; Jazz album, you're sorely missing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Apparently the Timberwolves are a real team this year. Not that they're winning many games, but they're better than watching college basketball for the first time in 4 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-What can one man do with a $40 salt shaker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Mike Boo was in town the other week. Whenever he comes to Minneapolis, I aptly name that weekend: Mike-Boo-a-Palooza. He should come back more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Some days I really feel like I'm a closet hipster. I caught myself saying "yeah, but they were better before they got on TV". Apparently something is only cool if I am the only one who knows about it. The minute it catches on, it is no longer on the radar. What a silly way to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, it's off to finish the birthday week. I can't believe it's the big 3-0. I'm really getting old.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>And Now What?</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-now-what.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 08:42:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-1090457313986565126</guid><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't believe I'm almost 30. I really have nothing more to add than that. But when I was 15, I never thought about becoming this old. And now I'm fast approaching. I might have to hang up juvenile tendencies for good. No more 3am strolls, no more carrying tools "just in case" and certainly no more doing sketches in 14 year olds books. I''m out for good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In other news, Ricky Rubio is the new savior of Minnesota. Joe Mauer who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Christmas Time of Year</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-time-of-year.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 3 Dec 2011 09:43:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-8015988366225610052</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3zhocPQIM_WD4aayIULl3bDpyNC4xFaWBVHrXJ6_sgb1X88pehHk-QdMXANlS6PbEnpD_4yEnGPlwjj52hVYxO02AHd5RxrgTelIMMReL-IomKI7w0tmGBOz3fCzxYUd5bDVtaOdjv5h/s1600/charliexmas1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3zhocPQIM_WD4aayIULl3bDpyNC4xFaWBVHrXJ6_sgb1X88pehHk-QdMXANlS6PbEnpD_4yEnGPlwjj52hVYxO02AHd5RxrgTelIMMReL-IomKI7w0tmGBOz3fCzxYUd5bDVtaOdjv5h/s320/charliexmas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681935893951310354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I literally can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;wait for June. Literally, I can't wait. Twins season tickets are set up to be SOLID this year. There is going to be a 10 day stretch with 9 home games against the Phillies, Cubs and Brewers. I just hope that Thome, Fielder and maybe Pujols are playing during those games. New seats this year too. Switching from 1st base side to 3rd base side. The view of Downtown is MUCH better. Pretty soon, the Twins will be like the Timberwolves. People will pay to see the &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; teams players. The only Twins that I actually enjoy watching are Span and Kubel. People always ask "but what about Revere, Cuddyer, Mauer and Morneau"? Mostly because they're overrated. Revere is fun to watch, but isn't going to turn into Torii Hunter anytime soon. And Mauer and Morneau are the most overrated players the Twins have had in a while. I wish they would bring back Lew Ford!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In unrelated news, today is one of my favorite days of the year. It is the day I go and get my christmas tree. The next few weeks leave my house smelling of pine like crazy! And, as tradition, I pump the christmas music up to 10, enjoy some Beaujolais, and decorate the hell out of that tree. I just put the finishing touches on my 2012 christmas mix. And I have to say, I LOVE LOVE LOVE a Charlie Brown Christmas. It reminds me of fond Christmas mornings with my parents. There's such a child-like enjoyment that only this time of year brings out in me. As soon as my wife puts presents under the tree, I pull them out and shake them. She literally has to hide them from me. I feel that my Christmas wish list is getting out of hand though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so glad Saucy Burts is still rolling downtown. I LOVE the foodtruck trend that has taken over Minneapolis. WSK and Burts are my two favorite. And with the cold weather, almost all of them have packed it up for the year. But not Burts. I literally ran a block and a half yesterday coatless in order to get a tasty meatball sandwich. Just thinking about it makes me hungry and I just ate a massive breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come to think of it, I've become something of a food snob the past few years. I guess it has to do with getting older and changing tastes. But places like 5 Guys, Chipotle and Perkins are absolutely terrible to my taste buds! Now, I find myself frequenting Bar La Grassa and Saffron more and more during lunch and dinner events. There's something about &lt;i&gt;experiencing &lt;/i&gt;food instead of just eating it because I'm hungry. Now my day to day diet of 5 hardboiled eggs and straight chicken breasts still does exist (hey, gotta load up on protein somehow), but there's something about the perfect texture of gnocchi that makes me melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I'm writing this, I'm trying to find every way possible to NOT go to the gym. It's Saturday, and that means it's legs day. Which leaves me walking like an elderly man tomorrow. So I guess I'll give in and hit the weights for my 90 minutes and maybe soak in an ice bath afterwards. And because it's winter, it's eat, eat, eat season. I went from a steady diet of 3,000 calories, to almost 5,000 calories. I guess muscles don't grow if you don't eat! But needless to say, it leaves me a bit dodgy in the mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully I'll post something else before the holidays, but if I don't, Happy Christmashanakkwanza! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and if you get a free minute, go download The Walk by Mayer Hawthorne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3zhocPQIM_WD4aayIULl3bDpyNC4xFaWBVHrXJ6_sgb1X88pehHk-QdMXANlS6PbEnpD_4yEnGPlwjj52hVYxO02AHd5RxrgTelIMMReL-IomKI7w0tmGBOz3fCzxYUd5bDVtaOdjv5h/s72-c/charliexmas1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>The NBA and other stuff</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/11/nba-and-other-stuff.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 19:23:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-6964823062677997622</guid><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's that sound? Oh yeah, the silence of the Target Center. Why? Because even though the NBA is back on, the Center will remain empty as can be. But I might actually drop by to see the phenom Ricky Rubio. We can call him a phenom right? right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here are my pre-season predictions. Spurs win it all. Age and experience go a long way. And a shorter season = Tim Duncan holding up. If I'm wrong, it will probably be the Bulls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In other news, I'm slowly falling in love with a ton of celebrities right now. For one, Mila Kunis. I developed a semi-crush on her during Forgetting Sarah Marshall. And the other crush? Zooey Deschanel. I LOVE the show New Girl. Any girl that is that sweet and breaks out into random song, gets my vote. And I used to REALLY not like Elisha Cuthbert, but WOW. She is wooing me on Happy Endings. I love this season of TV! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christmas is also coming up. B-T-Dubs: It's my favorite holiday. So thank you in advance for picking me up a present. I could really use a new Macbook Air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In completely unrelated news, I've got my travel itinerary done for 2012. San Francisco, Denver, Orlando and hopefully a stop in London. I love airplanes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Need a good tune? Mayer Hawthorn's The Walk is playing on my ipod a lot lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've started writing my next book. And my started, I mean started thinking about a topic. I'm totally at a loss. I'm thinking of some kind of comedy, but also a love story would be good too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I've rambled on enough for tonight. I will TRY TRY TRY to do a better job at making coherent posts in the future. Until then. Peace and chicken grease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>TV killed true love</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/11/tv-killed-true-love.html</link><category>women</category><pubDate>Mon, 7 Nov 2011 18:33:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-6339156313794475419</guid><description>So I'm getting my oil changed today, and I'm super, super, super bored. I decided to start sending random texts to people. Long story short, I got on the subject of The Wonder Years with Marjorie. And it got me thinking....My childhood TV shows made me fall in love a certain type of woman. Who, in real life, does not exist. &lt;div&gt;Case and point: Kelly Kapowski. She was probably the first girl I had a TV crush on. I used to actually think a girl like her existed. Cool, sophisticated, big hair, and neon clothes. But take a look around--no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl 2: Winnie Cooper. The prototypical girl next door. She was such a tease though. Played those mind games with poor Kevin Arnold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl 3. Topanga Lawrence. I actually fell in love with this girl when she was the nerd that Cory Mathews wanted nothing to do with. Then BOOM! She got hot in 1 season! And the rest of the world fell head over heels for her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patti Mayonnaise: One of my first cartoon crushes. Looking back now, she should have given me the creeps, but she didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dina Alexander (from Salute your Shorts). Hands down, one of my favorite crushes. She was hot before I knew what hot was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly Brown (Hey Dude!). Again, hot girl on a horse. What's not to love??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey Potter. Katie Holmes is one of the most unattractive people on this planet. But during a very odd Junior year of high school, she was the bees knees! I told many lies about how I met "a girl that look JUST like her".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iesha. Now this girl was just plain fictitious. But ABC made me believe there was an Iesha out there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the moral of the story is that for many years, I searched far and wide for these archetypes of women. But in the end, they don't exist. And why aren't there these types of women today? All I see on TV, is Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez. TV producers need to do a better job at making unattainable women for young males to fawn over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Night Time is the Right Time</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/11/night-time-is-right-time.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 6 Nov 2011 09:43:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-3219885953297265315</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOIs40At-5QlvfthHtZU3soAoc8oLo2kiCH-RCvWPLWzrz9CpTL0eQUNQIMCtoj1bbtXoAnuky2AKgX_Tp5CJvpSoqNSgJ_0EgG_lXTXEzlbU_xE5NsvDfFqYNEpUGCRCrMsR70CvokTT/s1600/356083348_70bfdf474b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOIs40At-5QlvfthHtZU3soAoc8oLo2kiCH-RCvWPLWzrz9CpTL0eQUNQIMCtoj1bbtXoAnuky2AKgX_Tp5CJvpSoqNSgJ_0EgG_lXTXEzlbU_xE5NsvDfFqYNEpUGCRCrMsR70CvokTT/s320/356083348_70bfdf474b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671910731152435042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been fascinated with the nighttime. 2am (especially on a week day) has a different feeling to it. It almost feels as though the city itself is sleeping. It might have something to do with the fact that when I was between the ages of 14-26 I spent a lot of my time roaming around in the night doing things that I probably shouldn't have been doing. And the places I was at were even more desolate in the night. Take for instance an abandoned building, a train yard, or a rooftop on the outskirts of downtown Minneapolis. Even in the day, these places are isolated from the wandering public, and the nighttime enhances those characteristics. For the record, I am not counting Hennepin Ave. at bar closing as being part of this nighttime feeling, though it shouldn't be fully excluded. I should really explore this concept more in depth...perhaps a new book based on short stories? Maybe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOIs40At-5QlvfthHtZU3soAoc8oLo2kiCH-RCvWPLWzrz9CpTL0eQUNQIMCtoj1bbtXoAnuky2AKgX_Tp5CJvpSoqNSgJ_0EgG_lXTXEzlbU_xE5NsvDfFqYNEpUGCRCrMsR70CvokTT/s72-c/356083348_70bfdf474b.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>I need to get out of here</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-need-to-get-out-of-here.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 5 Nov 2011 10:20:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-960654617082557265</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSY6XGwQqdTvY9r7EjUiwnztV5LfVi0ifr4l9jWvCy47TFdCMRrTVNHebWJHdcA6nuGUCE0o22-jRvCyOFCvIot9OvJx9O5_fW83SU5xrLTvqA4sgsbwz6E5H0BNSByBpRS2kHRI-KTKk/s1600/IMG_2651.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSY6XGwQqdTvY9r7EjUiwnztV5LfVi0ifr4l9jWvCy47TFdCMRrTVNHebWJHdcA6nuGUCE0o22-jRvCyOFCvIot9OvJx9O5_fW83SU5xrLTvqA4sgsbwz6E5H0BNSByBpRS2kHRI-KTKk/s320/IMG_2651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671540947502175890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rzMcC1io8oi4VfW3QO0zjQSkRZ5j0wDNqvGEW8__rsy9MOUtfsKA61YN5mzLp36Bkj73RhcAfveWW6lW48HdaJXQfmqOavCHTHvboHY-A5nZuBK16_bISnRP_nHRMNONlluirWVZoDhx/s1600/100_1730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ZQUlqr90IxPjM2YEz-1MWWmRwTR-bZ0PYb_Q9OWPnc5dyAC6aN74mlsH_kaxS6HPXwf2h8skOUPsoEo0KLLhU4l_1SVaIzGksHBxsjgDrdJNt42B8UVFB6xWlvdsn5MYnA9jmcZOXDuZ/s1600/100_1637.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually have a valid excuse for not blogging this time! Kristen and I decided to spend two weeks in Italy. We headed over in October and spent two fantastic weeks between Rome and Tuscany (though most of the time was spent in Tuscany). We're already talking about what to do on our next round over there (hopefully within the next 3 years). &lt;div&gt;On the plane back home, I didn't sleep much. Instead, I had a deep reflection session with myself. The first question people ask, is "how was your trip", the second is almost always "what was your favorite part"? But how can I ever put those experiences into words? It's impossible for me to verbalize those amazing experiences. How can you describe the smell and ambiance of the Sistine Chapel? Or how the wind sounds at night next to the Colosseum? Or how soft Gelato is? Those experiences are somewhat personal and I don't know if I could ever fully explain it. So my answers are always "The trip was amazing", and "Seeing the Tuscan countryside (and wineries) was probably my favorite". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm typing this, I can't help but think of similiar experiences I've had in my life. The two that jump out at me most, is how the lawn feels under the Eiffel tower at night (especially with a baguette and wine). And how the transition of overly-busy Rio de Janeiro feels when you walk a block to the beach, and suddenly it's peaceful and almost quite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on the train to Florence, a lady told me "There's a difference between vacation and travel". And I would almost argue that traveling is better than a vacation.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are some sidenotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Michael Cuddyer will be gone in the offseason. Sorry Twinkie fans. It's my off season prediction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My Superbowl picks are Green Bay v. Pittsburg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Is there anything more tasty than sushi in the afternoon? I don't think there is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I went to Pinstripes the other weekend. Wine and bowling? Don't mind if I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm on week 14 of my current workout regime. I've noticed a major definition change, but I can't seem to put on weight! My goal was to add 10 pounds of muscle, but so far I'm only up to about 4. Damn this rapid metabolism! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I need a new arch enemy in my life. Joe Cooper just isn't cutting it in the "nemesis" category.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's Saturday. And for me that means 2 hours at the gym, a HUGE lunch, a nap, and some major fun tonight. Minneapolis streets and random people I will see: I apologize in advance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSY6XGwQqdTvY9r7EjUiwnztV5LfVi0ifr4l9jWvCy47TFdCMRrTVNHebWJHdcA6nuGUCE0o22-jRvCyOFCvIot9OvJx9O5_fW83SU5xrLTvqA4sgsbwz6E5H0BNSByBpRS2kHRI-KTKk/s72-c/IMG_2651.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Ponderable Thoughts</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/09/ponderable-thoughts.html</link><category>minneapolis</category><category>rap</category><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 09:01:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-588206185902750208</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnmXi2Y3Pi0dSi5RihmZJ_oOGxMWafNLdP4HqDKaJotiI_xHRHhDQbstGIXk6O2sHLfBy9RvklvHkoFU32fsdEZ8flPvLSlLZ5K1r6c1kCebOM1f3lkht-fHaXg9NdCYK3gxzYoLKo1Q3/s1600/Sell+out.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnmXi2Y3Pi0dSi5RihmZJ_oOGxMWafNLdP4HqDKaJotiI_xHRHhDQbstGIXk6O2sHLfBy9RvklvHkoFU32fsdEZ8flPvLSlLZ5K1r6c1kCebOM1f3lkht-fHaXg9NdCYK3gxzYoLKo1Q3/s320/Sell+out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653708537694045698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(54, 54, 54); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; the &lt;/span&gt;weather starts to cool in Minneapolis, we begin to pull those Fall clothes out of hiding. For me, it was more about looking at those clothes and saying "It's time to retire you". Which led me to my voyage to the Mall of America yesterday. It's funny that people in the Twin Cities rarely frequent the mall, but it is the MUST SEE attraction for out of towners. As I'm strolling through Nordstrom's, arm full of clothes, I had an unshakeable question pop into my head: "&lt;i&gt;Have I sold out&lt;/i&gt;"? &lt;div&gt;I don't know how or why this ponderable question kept coming up. But I had to dig a little deeper into the notion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By all accounts, I'm actually pretty successful. On my own, I out earn most couples I know. I have a pretty well respected corporate job at one of the most popular companies in the country. But how did I get here? I look at my upbringing, and I was never pegged as an overachiever by my schools. When it came to delinquency, I was just as involved (if not more) than all my friends. I graduated from a public high school in Minneapolis, went to a public college (paid for by only me) and graduated with an education degree. I grew up with the notion that being organic, eclectic and individualized is the way to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of my friends barely graduated high school. Most never went to college. Most never attained a legitimate "career". So how did I, by all accounts the same as them, end up where I am? Between the ages of 15 - 25, I spend more time riding my bike, illegally hanging out in train yards, and taking every step necessary to &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;to be a corporate sell out than actually taking the proper steps in life to achieve any social success. But here I stand in Nordstom's with an arm full of suits and over priced sweaters, and not even caring what the price tag is. Maybe it's true: The times are a changin', and I just need to adapt. But truth be told, I would be most happy in a small apartment downtown, working in a coffee shop or record store, and riding my bike or taking the bus everywhere. Growing old is inevitable, but growing up is optional. No matter my place in life, or the price of my pants, there will ALWAYS be a scribe in a pocket somewhere in case I come across a nice clean mirror. I'll never get up in this city the way I used to, but I will always remain known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a very unrelated note, I got into a heated discussion with some friends the other day over local music (specifically rap). It seems that people can't understand why I'm not on the whole  Minneapolis bandwagon when it comes to hiphop music. But please get one thing straight, I was hanging out with Sess off Dale Street back before most of you knew what local rap was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole discussion came about by seeing an Atmosphere ad for the U's homecoming. Someone asked if I was going to go. I replied that I haven't seen an Atmosphere show since 9th grade, and if my bucket list holds up, I won't have to see another one. They couldn't believe that I wasn't an fan. "Blasphemy" they say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have every Headshots tape since the inception (and yes, even Atmosphere records). I didn't buy them when they re-came out, I have the originals. Never question that I don't support the locals. I put more people on the Abstract Pack than anyone I know. But I just can't get behind the recent influx of newer artists, and heck, even some old ones. In the words of Common "If I don't like it, I don't like it/Don't mean that I'm hating". Maybe it's my age, maybe it's my overall taste, but I still can't bring myself to buy a Doomtree song. Maybe one day I'll get the hype, maybe I won't. But until that day, I'll just keep this  Soulja Boy on repeat--that last part was a joke. I also don't own any Soulja Boy songs. It's 4:30am and I know where my head is at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's Sunday. And you know what that means? Yes, another Twins loss. Hopefully next year will be different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote/rant:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When did Facebook become real life? I can't even count the amount of times I hear "Well I heard on Facebook....". Facebook is supposed to be an informal way of keeping in touch with people you don't see on the weekly. But some people use it as real life. I mean, they're on there 40 times a day (literally). I log in, at most, once day. Also, people don't care where you are. Stop checking in at your house. Unless you are having a party with some tasty cheese fries, I don't care. And people, stop putting your feelings out there. Those of us in the real world, look at that and think you're the most depressing person on the planet. It's sad. Be a grown up. Cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. But don't tell everyone on the planet that you're depressed about spilling coffee on your pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People wonder why I don't have 500 friends on FB. It's because I don't know 500 people. Let alone that I don't care what the 387 people I don't know are eating for lunch. If I meet you at a function for only 15 minutes, don't look me up on Facebook. I will not be your "friend". If you want to set up time to go get coffee and talk music/books/sports/whatever-else, that's great, I'll give you my mobile number. But I'm not going to be your FB buddy and look at uploaded pictures of your cat Mr. Mittens, or the batch of Ramen Noodles you just cooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JB, doing my part to enlighten the public since 1982. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnmXi2Y3Pi0dSi5RihmZJ_oOGxMWafNLdP4HqDKaJotiI_xHRHhDQbstGIXk6O2sHLfBy9RvklvHkoFU32fsdEZ8flPvLSlLZ5K1r6c1kCebOM1f3lkht-fHaXg9NdCYK3gxzYoLKo1Q3/s72-c/Sell+out.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Dear Summer</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-summer.html</link><category>Minnesota</category><pubDate>Tue, 6 Sep 2011 15:02:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-3033006669326175985</guid><description>I guess Summer isn't &lt;i&gt;technically &lt;/i&gt;over, but it might as well be. I feel the swell season of Fall quickly approaching. And it Minnesota, it's one of the most depressing parts of the year. It's like a Sunday night-sure, you're not at work, but you know RIGHT around the corner is pure hell. There are few things I hate more than the freezing cold and snow in January. Normally, I'm so pre-occupied with the Twins and Vikings, that I don't have time to think about the winter. But the Twins are all but done, and the Vikings are setting up to be the worst team in the NFC North. So I literally have nothing better to do than complain about the winter.... &lt;div&gt;Don't mind me, I'm just listening to this DMX record. Get at me dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really head over to Target field this week and catch one of the last home games before the season is completely over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to get back to writing this book. I picked it up to begin re-writing it last week, and it is absolutely horrible. The story jumps all over the place! I should really just sit down in a quite place and knock out a few chapters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I need to head back to my couch and fight this Rhinovirus in some hand-to-hand combat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Buenos Nachos</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/08/buenos-nachos.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 19:29:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-4720172250087964093</guid><description>I've decided to interject random comparisons into everyday conversations with people. For instance, some people might say "that's the pot calling the kettle black" or "it takes one to know one". But I like mine to be so obtuse yet realistic, that it confuses people. &lt;div&gt;Like today, someone was complaining about how the Twins are having a poor season. My response: "Sometimes you gotta be the dumps to come out like Apollo Creed". This works two-fold. 1, it's complete B.S. The phrase makes no logical sense whatsoever. 2. It does have some merit. The Twins are currently in the dumps, and Apollo Creed was the boxing champ that pummeled Rocky. So &lt;i&gt;it sortaaaaaa &lt;/i&gt;makes sense. In the end, my goal of puzzling my peer was achieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are some more random thoughts. Happy Tuesday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Is it just me, or do knees look really creepy when someone is just standing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I should start a new trend. Instead of tweeting, let's start faxing one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I wonder if Drew is reading this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm not a fan of The Game, but I've been banging "Ricky" quite a bit today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Remember, no matter how bad it get's, you're still better off than someone fatter than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I can't believe the MN State Fair is upon us. It is the unofficial end of Summer. Like most warm seasons here, it has come and gone much too quick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm hungry. I need some scrambled eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Steve is dead to me. Well, maybe not ALL the way dead. More like a zombie to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>There and Back Again</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-and-back-again.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 2 Jul 2011 08:40:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-7880097888222266261</guid><description>So for no better reason than "just because", Kristen and I decided to take a trip to Milwaukee and Chicago to watch some baseball. I have to say that Twins fans are a group of dedicated people. As soon as we were about 45 minutes into Wisconsin, almost every car with a Minnesota license plate had a person in it with a Twins jersey (obviously on the same quest as us).&lt;div&gt;Miller Park: I've never seen tailgating like this. Miller Park puts even Vikings tailgating to shame. There were thousands upon thousands of people partying in the lots, but never had any intention of going into the game. It was great. And the best part, is that many of them were Twins fans! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago was another story. I often forget how big the city is, and how horrible the traffic is around rush hour. Either way, we used the train 95% of the time. One thing that struck me as odd was the lack of hobos that are downtown. If you take a stroll down Nicollet Ave. in Minneapolis, most of the people are homeless. In San Francisco, you step over more hobos than drains! But in Chicago, I only saw a few. Being homeless in Illinois must pay very well......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, my uncle just became a mayor. Now I can truly say that I am some kind of political liability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-15 years ago, De La Soul put out Stakes is High. To this day, it is one of my favorite albums of all time. It will be on repeat all weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-MLB The Show 11 is way too addicting for my own good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Happy 4th. Since it is so nice out, I will be peddling on these Minneapolis streets most of this weekend. Chuck up a deuce when you see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Where does time go</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-does-time-go.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 21:25:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-4754372068245655746</guid><description>Last time we spoke Lebron James was the king of the universe. Now, he's just another loser. It's amazing the things that can happen in a few months! I feel like I should check in here more often. People are always like "Yo Jon B, when you gonna get back up on that blog"? And I'm like "Listen homeless guy I've never met, please leave me be". But that's how life goes sometimes. &lt;div&gt;I tried to write a book. It failed. I think it's ok, but could use a lot of room for improvement. It started off as a comedy, but turned into something kinda depressing.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I'm planning on some fun trips--Chicago, Milwaukee and Italy (not in one fell swoop). Sometimes I feel like I just need to get away. Minneapolis is great, but there's something about being in a place where no one knows who you are (let alone cares). Places like Des Moines, and Buffalo--you know, foreign destinations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny story though: I used to go to high school with this one guy. Now in high school, this guy was THE man. All the ladies were into him and he was a pretty fresh dude. I got into a fight with him when we were in 4th grade, and I beat him up. I never let him forget that, and he hates me to this day. Anyway, I'm at the Mall of America the other day, and I saw him working at the Select Comfort store selling mattresses. Funny how things like that work out. I thought he'd be a CEO by this time. I had to laugh a little.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to be a better blogger--I promise! But I gotta run to bed. It's dark in Minneapolis.  &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Royal Pains</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-pains.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 08:48:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-7277062479247971043</guid><description>I tried. I really tried to like the Royal wedding. But when I woke up at 5:30 and somehow hoped to catch a glimpse of actual news, I was bombarded with Royal wedding video. I just want the weather! What is the temperature going to be in Minneapolis today? What is the traffic like? I have no idea! Wowzers. My whole day was thrown off. I wore shorts (it was 42 degrees out) and drove on the most congested freeway in town all because my morning news was hacked by the British. &lt;div&gt;Oh well. At least the Twins are in 1st place in the weakest division in baseball right? What? They're in 3rd?? We have 2 MVP's! How can we be behind the Indians (minus Rick Vaughn aka Wild Thing) and the Royals (minus Zach Grenke)?? What is this world coming to......&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>What is wrong with you?</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-wrong-with-you.html</link><category>Bacon</category><pubDate>Sat, 5 Mar 2011 09:02:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-4542645798752911369</guid><description>I just had a very in depth conversation with some crazy lady about the smell of cooking bacon. I am under the VERY firm belief that the two best things you smell are fresh popcorn and bacon while it's cooking. This nutty lady was adamant about how bacon is the absolute WORST smell in the world. Mind you, this was a random lady and I don't even know how we got on the topic. Needless to say, I was glad to part ways with such a basket case.&lt;div&gt;In completely unrelated news, I finally succumbed to peer pressure and bought a new softball glove for this coming season. I'm quite excited about the 3 possible leagues I will be in. Rookie of the year last year, MVP this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, if you get the chance to eat at Fogo de Chao, go for it. But go for lunch because the dinner is uber expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>2010 Recap (sort of)</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-recap-sort-of.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 10:09:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-3468830675719853775</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDD3O0CRLzTBWQrtLnFapX80ObXySlcFbk1NQjGpWq-oSc6rxO74HxtxG5ApdM-yajObZQDWPt07gBJ7Tqm1GZ83hSxJ9-1BlrCgUYT4Jd7SSFb5N0yT406Hr0AI00lw3V1LoNf-2vdVG/s1600/New+Years.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDD3O0CRLzTBWQrtLnFapX80ObXySlcFbk1NQjGpWq-oSc6rxO74HxtxG5ApdM-yajObZQDWPt07gBJ7Tqm1GZ83hSxJ9-1BlrCgUYT4Jd7SSFb5N0yT406Hr0AI00lw3V1LoNf-2vdVG/s320/New+Years.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556885639367180434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. We're still trying to dig ourselves out of two feet of snow that has fallen over the past week....So a lot of cabin fever going on.&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that 2010 is over. I wish I could look back on the year and make a claim that I did something important or changed the world somehow. Instead, I peer back into the last 365 days and I can say a few (very unimportant) things were done:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rode a lot. Every winter I long for my bicycle. That might sound weird to some folks. But I actually love riding through the streets for any occasion. If the trip is less than 15 miles, I might take my bike instead of driving. Minneapolis is starting to be built for bike heads, and that's a good thing. And if I really wanted to, I could change the tires, layer up and trudge through the icy streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new job. I spent the last nine years at one job, doing something I semi-enjoyed. But I left for lots more money and 9-5 hours. In the long run it will be what was best, but there are days when I look out my office window in the summer and wish I had the days free to out enjoying the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done a bit of growing up over the past year. I spend less and less time spending time in train yards and searching out vacant buildings to paint in. Most people my age have families and huge responsibilities. And to a degree, so do I. But there comes point (or two) where you realize you are too old to be doing something. That moment came when I ran into a group of 15 year old kids who have never heard of Wasp, Neva, Kahn, Monk or Kept. So I've slowly given up on getting up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 will definitely be interesting. I plan to get more traveling done. Three spots that I plan to see this year are Tuscany, San Francisco (been too long since I've seen Mike Boo) and Denver. And every year I tell myself I will get together with friends more often. Somehow, life gets in the way of doing what is fun. I can't remember the last time I tied one on over the weekend. And to be honest, the best Friday nights are the one spent on the couch with my wife drinking wine and having our inside jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out. &lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDD3O0CRLzTBWQrtLnFapX80ObXySlcFbk1NQjGpWq-oSc6rxO74HxtxG5ApdM-yajObZQDWPt07gBJ7Tqm1GZ83hSxJ9-1BlrCgUYT4Jd7SSFb5N0yT406Hr0AI00lw3V1LoNf-2vdVG/s72-c/New+Years.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Happy Skansgiving</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-skansgiving.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 18:15:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-1474148496743527040</guid><description>Oh my oh my. It has been FAR too long since I had time to get on here and dilly dally. A few quick updates as to why: My most favorite laptop died on my and I spent the last month trying to find a replacement--enter a desktop. I never thought a desktop would fit what I needed, but it sure has. Being that it is football season, I have been busy trying to keep my wits about me with the current Vikings fiasco. Needless to say, the season hasn't been the best yet. And the new job keeps me busy beyond belief. But, I love it. &lt;div&gt;With all that said, I'll make a more conscious effort to be on here more. And with winter upon us, the days in the house will be more and more frequent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out homies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jon B&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Falling out the window</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-out-window.html</link><category>biking</category><category>forepaughs</category><category>twill</category><pubDate>Sat, 2 Oct 2010 09:06:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-5427828585321181072</guid><description>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rizzeal&lt;/span&gt;? Has it really been three months since my last post?? What is this world coming to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well prior to contrary belief, I have not joined a cult. Just the red and khaki corporation. Needless to say, cooperate life is busier than previously thought--but I dig it like six feet!!&lt;br /&gt;Once I start doing fun stuff again (and having the genius machine turned on) I'll start posting more.&lt;br /&gt;But I will leave you with three things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shop at Twill at the Galleria -- best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;menswear&lt;/span&gt; by far.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Forepaugh's&lt;/span&gt; -- tasty, tasty, tasty food.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get out on your bike. You know you want to. You know those pedals are calling. You know the sound of tires whizzing by parked cars is like a soundtrack to the summer. Go for it.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Dear Summer,</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-summer.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 6 Jun 2010 09:26:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-8331964022728447656</guid><description>I love Minneapolis and I love Summer. Which means that the past few days have been ideal. Currently I'm missing being active. Why? Because I'm nursing a sprained LCL from a softball injury. I was supposed to be a few weeks into training for the TwinCities Marathon, but I'm hanging out with a brace on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the new job is awesome. The people on my team are the best. The culture of the company is really different from my last, so that's taking some getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;But it's Grand Old Day in St. Paul today. The largest one-day festival in the Midwest. Hopefully it stays dry enough for me to ride down there.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'll post more when I get some free time.....</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>A Spring in the step</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-in-step.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 07:52:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-6514460065167405855</guid><description>There really is something about Minneapolis in the Spring. The windows get opened, the lakes get busy with runners and I find myself in the house making podcasts.....sigh. And not only that, I spend WAY too much time trying to edit the darn thing....I'm not all that savvy when it comes to the audio stuff, but it does the trick. I hate that the site only allows me to hold 2 hours worth of stuff and then I need to delete it to upload more. So download it to itunes, save it on the ipod, and in less than a month, there will be new shows.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks for all the people who are listening and sending in questions/comments to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a different note, I got a new job. I've been at my previous one for quite a while, and I made the decision to move on to bigger, better things. And the new salary isn't half bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, and since it's so nice, I think I'll go enjoy the weather and run a quick 10 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the post is so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twincitiesgreatest.podbean.com/"&gt;http://twincitiesgreatest.podbean.com/&lt;/a&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Photo this, photo that</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/04/photo-this-photo-that.html</link><category>camera phone</category><category>Target Field</category><pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 08:32:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-59045422767424466</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllkGjWLJzkvEhRbW8lN-RW0T4-_tgkzFVN9Ip3jJWHRrRwMTi6N4fYIaQfuYinCacjGR49cS8r0muxMd__PcYSmtOGqj89h6iUOVTkTAkjRNvMIDtNJLhGwl5URLjLvfpU34E8mLYIUvX/s1600/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459986010058138882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllkGjWLJzkvEhRbW8lN-RW0T4-_tgkzFVN9Ip3jJWHRrRwMTi6N4fYIaQfuYinCacjGR49cS8r0muxMd__PcYSmtOGqj89h6iUOVTkTAkjRNvMIDtNJLhGwl5URLjLvfpU34E8mLYIUvX/s320/phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So when did the camera phone become the staple in photography? It seems everywhere I go, people are taking pictures of buildings, people, landscapes, monuments and events with a camera phone. What happened to the days when you needed to load film to a camera, take the picture (have no clue how it turned out) then develop the film? Heck, or even to use a regular digital camera to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;*I like digital cameras because I like to reminisce immediately* -Mitch Hedberg.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I get that camera phones are handy because they go wherever you do. But if you see a group of photogs out flicking the sculpture garden in downtown Minneapolis, and you whip out your camera phone, you deserve the sneering that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Target Field is the most awesomest thing to happen in a long time. It feels great to watch the Twins outside instead of in that dome thing we called a stadium.</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhllkGjWLJzkvEhRbW8lN-RW0T4-_tgkzFVN9Ip3jJWHRrRwMTi6N4fYIaQfuYinCacjGR49cS8r0muxMd__PcYSmtOGqj89h6iUOVTkTAkjRNvMIDtNJLhGwl5URLjLvfpU34E8mLYIUvX/s72-c/phone.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>One year more</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-year-more.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 09:10:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-6945228058523450065</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmE3BEDNO-MF7RpeKnifjShhJW3R8DSxltdAbB4UFdlDfz3bidYHQUIxaXF6iNgPAy4rGD93nRVZ-ApdiZtk2MRwRHOi2bJJnv-l-5N99Y1KburyQ4dZPmjV0me3sP9summs37O9-DEKQ/s1600-h/super_awsome_rad_kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440345733530753650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmE3BEDNO-MF7RpeKnifjShhJW3R8DSxltdAbB4UFdlDfz3bidYHQUIxaXF6iNgPAy4rGD93nRVZ-ApdiZtk2MRwRHOi2bJJnv-l-5N99Y1KburyQ4dZPmjV0me3sP9summs37O9-DEKQ/s320/super_awsome_rad_kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed, and another birthday has come and gone. Every year I try to reflect on things that I should be doing at this age. I should own my own cooperate conglomerate bent on wold domination or at least have a lemonade stand that only sells orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's my 10 year high school reunion already. Granted, I would say that I'm more successful than most of the people I went to high school with, but with going to the school I did, that's not saying much. Pretty much everyone I was close with then, I'm close with now. There are a few people I'd like to see, but not enough to make a real-life effort.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Heidi's' restaurant was on fire the other day and won't be open for quite a while. What a shame! That was one of the best restaurants in Minneapolis!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the next birthday posting will bring? Maybe I finally find that nemesis I've been looking for, maybe I'll find a cure for whooping cough--wait, I think that already happened, or maybe I'll finally ride my bike to the border....</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmE3BEDNO-MF7RpeKnifjShhJW3R8DSxltdAbB4UFdlDfz3bidYHQUIxaXF6iNgPAy4rGD93nRVZ-ApdiZtk2MRwRHOi2bJJnv-l-5N99Y1KburyQ4dZPmjV0me3sP9summs37O9-DEKQ/s72-c/super_awsome_rad_kid.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Tales from the Rails. Part 2. Ice Ice Baby</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/02/tales-from-rails-part-2-ice-ice-baby.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 6 Feb 2010 11:40:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-376385341141246978</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sLU70OXA4hvH967vAWSC1JxmknLP3qniqvONPOiiRkZwjTSwGV_13auCZ2psHdTaioVP01I9RdqlaNuVbEdFP5vAPStxiNjCA8SXBmtmOSzIOfWgxOheB0eGRw_ilFuvhi9lLXm6aoxI/s1600-h/thinice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435201401217777666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sLU70OXA4hvH967vAWSC1JxmknLP3qniqvONPOiiRkZwjTSwGV_13auCZ2psHdTaioVP01I9RdqlaNuVbEdFP5vAPStxiNjCA8SXBmtmOSzIOfWgxOheB0eGRw_ilFuvhi9lLXm6aoxI/s320/thinice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow. What an ending to a night. And since when did Home Depot stop being 24 hours??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the time is around 1am after a GREAT night with friends. I needed to be up Saturday morning at 7. So going home seems to be the clear choice for for most folk. However, I am not most folk. After much talking and ranting about painting throughout the night (thanks Drew), I got the bug. Since I wasn't too far from Home Depot, I shot over there to get some paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the doors were shut. Since when did Home Depot stop being 24 hours?!? Well, the next best spot is WalMart. So I stop over there and came across some misplaced paint. **sidenote--there are some NUTTY people at WalMart at 2am**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't feel like driving all over the place looking for a spot, I decided to head to this wall down by the river that I hadn't been to before. Now finding a place--at night--in deep snow--with no sense of direction isn't the best decision I've ever made. Case and point: I was trying to walk down the steep banks by the bluffs and literally fell and slipped on ice almost the whole way down. Well, I made it to the bottom with no broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the tricky part: find this spot in the pitch black of night. Well, I can sort of hear the river, so I just walk towards it. Lewis and Clark better watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I'm trying not to step on a bear or knock my head into a tree, I managed to find a knee deep water hole that has somehow managed to battle mother nature and remain semi-unfrozen. A wise person would have back stepped backwards to dryer ground, but I took another step and got my other leg wet. My next thought was to forget this whole plan and get out of here. As I'm walking back, I noticed 2 things: My pants and shoes are ice crystals from above the knee down, and I'm lost. I managed to get turned around in these woods, and have NO CLUE where I am. I'm really starting to remember why I dislike St. Paul..... &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcNRk_uz9dKlrTWbGCcihleHvwNIz5A40nGqspUcIS4so1J6z0GL5PmnjoFb01nXklM3XC_503NDhveRunJ4s1-WoXNPMFxIamOIehGgTBstpmgPUMFE6qrC2ddAzAob4zidxO29t8M4z/s1600-h/snelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435209415412138738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcNRk_uz9dKlrTWbGCcihleHvwNIz5A40nGqspUcIS4so1J6z0GL5PmnjoFb01nXklM3XC_503NDhveRunJ4s1-WoXNPMFxIamOIehGgTBstpmgPUMFE6qrC2ddAzAob4zidxO29t8M4z/s320/snelling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the picture is pretty much where I was, just imagine it being pitch black, with no lights anywhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 40 minutes: I get myself up to a road. Now I have no idea what road it is, or how I can get back to my car. And I'm freezing! I start walking up this random road and a car pulls up behind me after a while. I'm thinking "Ok, I'm either going to get robbed or arrested at this point". The car stops and there is an Australian guy asking me directions. It turns out he is completely lost. He was looking for Downtown Minneapolis for some hotel, and he managed to get down by Fort Snelling somehow. He explains that he has been driving around for almost an hour, and keeps getting stuck in a loop, and could use some help. Now being the genius I am, I offer my immediate directions in return for driving me to find my car. Before I get in the car, I double checked the backseat for an ax. Ok, this guy is probably not going to kill me--I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We somehow get on the subject of my backpack, and as I'm going through the contents, I noticed that I have 2 CD's I was supposed to give Drew! For shame Jon!!!! Needless to say we put them in and bumped some good rap while we search for my car. But I don't think he liked my consistent Crocodile Dundee jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKLZfkopzvAuhsx_dfmiSDU4catyJAT3rnAw6GFiDTKwVh6XyDmi0WNI2ecL3Ez6zw3zMGWU4jPygBPlMJpFpp2Eg5BtV2AG0fkL7KZJC15CLxBW3eufMUEpYqk_hLvjt3O30rG2NiMGR/s1600-h/dundee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435209700660393474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKLZfkopzvAuhsx_dfmiSDU4catyJAT3rnAw6GFiDTKwVh6XyDmi0WNI2ecL3Ez6zw3zMGWU4jPygBPlMJpFpp2Eg5BtV2AG0fkL7KZJC15CLxBW3eufMUEpYqk_hLvjt3O30rG2NiMGR/s320/dundee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove around for about 20 more minutes before we come across some familiar sights, and I was able to navigate to my car. And I have to say, I LOVE FLOOR HEATERS. So we get out of St. Paul and the guy (who turns out is named Braydon), follows behind me to Downtown to the Double Tree (where his friends/family were staying). We said our goodbyes and went about our business. It still seems really, really strange and random that we met up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, I'll learn my lesson, and stick with the group. I always seem to get into odd situations when I go off and decide to do my own thing. Things would have been much warmer, safer and less Australian had I stayed and Tailgated. But then I wouldn't have had a small story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a sidenote or two...&lt;br /&gt;-Adam Levine. The Doppleganger.&lt;br /&gt;-Tracy Morgan is too funny in 30 Rock.&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting new people is not as bad as once thought.&lt;br /&gt;-It is too cold to run 15 miles outside.&lt;br /&gt;-Some people really creep me out.&lt;br /&gt;-Coffee: The necture of gods.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss my friends that moved away. I sometimes wished they would move back here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sLU70OXA4hvH967vAWSC1JxmknLP3qniqvONPOiiRkZwjTSwGV_13auCZ2psHdTaioVP01I9RdqlaNuVbEdFP5vAPStxiNjCA8SXBmtmOSzIOfWgxOheB0eGRw_ilFuvhi9lLXm6aoxI/s72-c/thinice.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item><item><title>Mike Cooper</title><link>http://twincitiesgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/02/mike.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 3 Feb 2010 13:49:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517921424054383185.post-3465111193225940348</guid><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDfqlhyphenhyphenDV27KJDu-4InPU5UXVlr-Zg5laFdCI9rIZR88CK07bvxKFkwFuTxZ4QZhAau3lcb6I4hEfXSKDaGxrBwB1fFax4DxJmyRgdcCFjnNxrtb5mVUH4hHMCRrwxQuHSvkyyDpWyUib/s1600-h/mike_cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434106884422840722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDfqlhyphenhyphenDV27KJDu-4InPU5UXVlr-Zg5laFdCI9rIZR88CK07bvxKFkwFuTxZ4QZhAau3lcb6I4hEfXSKDaGxrBwB1fFax4DxJmyRgdcCFjnNxrtb5mVUH4hHMCRrwxQuHSvkyyDpWyUib/s320/mike_cooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When someone passes away, there comes that moment of emptiness after you hear. Thoughts about the last thing you said to them, the last laugh you had, and the last time you said "see you later".&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the very unfortunate news this morning that Mike Cooper passed on, I thought about all of that...I'm still thinking about all of that. Mike meant a lot of things to a lot of people. During my high school years, Mike was one of my closest friends. After high school, people grow apart, but we kept in touch from time to time. Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed in closer contact.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the phone calls from everyone today reminded me that I need to stay in touch with people more often. That "see you later" can be a week, month, year, or in some sad cases, never again.&lt;br /&gt;Mike was one of my favorite people that I've had the pleasure of knowing in my life. At first glance, he came off with a rock-hard exterior. But for those that knew him, knew that on the inside he was pure silly-putty. To this day, he was one of the nicest, most reliable guys I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that knowing Mike has shaped who I am today. I never got the chance to tell him that. I wish I could rewind 24 hours to just give him a call.&lt;br /&gt;I can also say I have no bad memories of Mike. No fights, no arguments, nothing. Every memory I have of him is good. Even though he threatened to beat me up one day because I kept tagging the bathroom where he worked--and he had the duty of ALWAYS having to clean it up. And sometimes I would tag it &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;so he had to clean it.  &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lS0zqtp6oFvPWvooxL0K0j0HZkQJ0-0ajV-uLqJgOTsytXcWhQo2TBlkbfNyrvr98Wfd4eW8Boo0cWxmxchsKKixN9xT_DUaq2m5gPy8BAjtIY1RhT7WFgaKKYTnNQV_6n0AOE3Hnm9n/s1600-h/PICT0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434119756590171138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lS0zqtp6oFvPWvooxL0K0j0HZkQJ0-0ajV-uLqJgOTsytXcWhQo2TBlkbfNyrvr98Wfd4eW8Boo0cWxmxchsKKixN9xT_DUaq2m5gPy8BAjtIY1RhT7WFgaKKYTnNQV_6n0AOE3Hnm9n/s320/PICT0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget all those Saturday nights at Nokomis Lanes. Or how hard he laughed when he would see me with a pool cue (not the whole stick, just the bottom part--in case something went down). Or how the bus drivers on the 23 route knew our first names. Or how the first time I met him, he tried to sell me shoe laces--and I actually bought some.&lt;br /&gt;Mike is one of those people you rarely get to meet, and when you do, they leave an impression on your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;We love you Mike. Always have, and always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Johnny B&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDfqlhyphenhyphenDV27KJDu-4InPU5UXVlr-Zg5laFdCI9rIZR88CK07bvxKFkwFuTxZ4QZhAau3lcb6I4hEfXSKDaGxrBwB1fFax4DxJmyRgdcCFjnNxrtb5mVUH4hHMCRrwxQuHSvkyyDpWyUib/s72-c/mike_cooper.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Jon B (Jon B)</author></item></channel></rss>