Nina steals Dylan’s blog

…comes Dungaree Dylan. That’s right, Twin Cities, Hicksy has two (!) new pairs of jeans and he’s gonna wear ‘em.

We’re in NYC for about 5 days and spent half a day at MoMA yesterday. It’s always funny to see famous pieces in perspective. For example Salvador Dali’s The Persistence of Memory is small! It’s 9.5×13 inches. It’s still luminous and glorious though. People always talk about this with The Mona Lisa also, and that one is also small with similar crowds trying to get to it, which makes it seem even smaller. Sam Gillison recommended eating at their restaurant The Modern on her blog, and boy! it was yummy.

 Squint…

As mentioned below, for our 1997 Xmas card we thought it would be fun to recreate the cover of Bringing it all Back Home. We thought, “hey we have a cat and a fireplace and stuff.” But we didn’t really like how it turned out and we thought no one we get it (except for the people listed in the first post below), so we ditched the idea and used a photo of us up north, or something. Here is the photo we never used.

Again, here is the original…

In discussing a book he is reading and why it’s starting to bug him, Dylan referenced the long descriptions on the growth and care for large root vegetables. Saying not only does he not care about them, but he cares so little that he doesn’t care about figuring out why he isn’t interested. If you, however, do care about giant vegetables, this guy grows ‘em.

So now that we are sharing an office, we can’t really say “how was your day at the office dear?” Dylan is a fun officemate, he plays good music. And he brought me Perrier. I WILL put up the Xmas card photo soon, I just have to scan it.

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Back in ‘97, we thought for our Xmas card we would recreate the cover of Bringing it All Back Home. It didn’t turn out exactly as we were hoping, and we also figured only about 1% of the people we sent it to would get it (Specifically, Jim Walsh, Jim Meyer, and Dylan’s step-dad), so we never sent it. I’ll scan it in the next few days and show it here anyways.

Ok, so I’m into dashing off little posts as breaks from hunching over excel spreadsheets, and Dylan takes writing pretty seriously. Plus he has deep rooted *conflicts* over blogs.

So we have determined that the best way for us to deal with the mutual blog/content desire is for Dylan to leave comments on my posts.
This may be a disappointment to some people who obviously came here for Dylan not to hear about my thoughts on rude people who talk on their cell phone when they should be acknowledging the presence of the person behind the register.

However, since the other option is a completely static page that we build for Dylan’s last record 4 years ago, I suppose this is better than that. I’m going to post this somewhere permanent so it makes sense in a few days. And WHY is there no spell check on this damn software?

Really, by about 1/4 of an inch.
Nina cheats and wears heels most of the time.

We will have many larks. I will spend lots of time complaining about customer service and poor ettiquette. I figure the best way to demonstrate the lack of good manners is to bitch about it. So I will tell you about this book that I haven’t read: “Talk to the Hand” by Lynne Truss.

And soon they’ll begin.