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Louis Armstrong

Song of the day, Louis Armstrong, I’ll be glad when you’re dead you rascal you

Phenology update:

We draw ever closer to the longest night of the year. Just six days away. How to celebrate the longest night, that is the question. Might be a good night for old Jazz and a toddy.
The sky is gray slate today, and the temp didn’t top 10. A perfect day for making luminaries, and so three buckets of water are out nestled in the snow, doing their thing. How long til they are just right? It’s always a guessing game. I’ll test before bed tonight. Perhaps morning will be better. Or perhaps in the morning they will be frozen solid. Meanwhile, there’s a rumpus of bunny tracks in the yard, and there was a cardinal at the bird-feeder, looking disappointed at the offerings. Crows seem to be enjoying themselves. They are totally raucous.
Today was also a good day to take the Xmas tree out into the yard to shake the dust off. The neighbors may have thought it curious, me out in the yard, swinging our Christmas tree over my head. Well, let ’em talk. It’s a Christmas tradition. What of it?
I’m keeping my eye on the Big Lake up north. Big chunks of ice bobbing about in the swells, but still mostly liquid. The lighthouse seems stalwart and reassuring in the foggy winter morning.


Parliament

Song of the day, George Harrison, the Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp

Today’s Pheonological Note:

Today’s Winter Storm Warning is bringing a day of snoraileet: snow, rain and sleet. Not a very good day for biking, alas. A very good day for bourbon and pie-baking, though. Winter officially began this year on the day before Thanksgiving, (known here traditionally as Wednesday,) when we got about 8 inches of wet snow, the kind known locally as “old shovelsticker.” Now that the snow is here, the big Maple in the front yard has commenced with the leaf drop. Bunny tracks are found in the new snow this morning, along with the less distinctive tracks of the Amazon delivery guy who dropped my package on the porch steps sometime late yesterday, where it sat in the cold and the dark all night long.


Record Store Day, 2019

 

Song of the day, Billie Holiday, Don’t Explain


ductwork is our business

Song of the day, JImmie Lunceford And His Orchestra, Rhythm is our Business


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Song of the day: Tommy Tutone, 567-5309

Today’s Phenology:

Grey sky, gray snow, and gray spirits.
A typical January day, minus 11 inches of snow and plus 12 degrees. Squirrels seen sunning themselves on rocks.


Record Stores of the Twin Cities: Vintage Music Co, Minneapolis

 

Song of the day, Albert Ammons and Pete Johnson, Sixth Avenue Express


It’s a Ray!

 

Song of the Day: the Rolling Stones, Not Fade Away


Picnic Grounds of the Ancients

These mysterious structures were built millions of years ago, perhaps, by ancient suburbanites of this locale. The local legends speak of something referred to only as “weenie-roasts.” What actually took place here, what purpose these small monolithic structures served, what happened to the forgotten tribes that used them for some long lost purpose… well, we may never know the true story. We are left with conjecture and imagination. Could this be the representation of an ancient spacecraft that landed here before recorded time? Or it is an igloo precursor, hewn from stone by long-lost technology? Or some sort of communication device? Or an early sauna? Or the beehive of the gods???

Song of the day: Theme from the X Files


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Yesterday’s Phenology: Just plain hot. I checked weather.com in the mid afternoon: “95.4 degrees. Feels like 114.” Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far, but there was an awful lot of sunshine out there that rather discouraged outdoor activities. Tomorrow should be more pleasant. But no rain is in sight.

Song of the day: The Temptations, I Wish it Would Rain


One from the archives, bluemobile, october 2011

Yesterday’s Phenology: Big storms last night, everywhere around here but not here. Here the lawns are turning brown. We had a little thunder last night, and a little wind, and a little rain. Not much. We could use some rain.

Song of the Day, Chuck Berry, Maybellene



Silvertone

Yesterday’s Phenology: Picture perfect day. Upper 60s and sunny. Visited Eloise Butler wildflower garden. I won’t go into details, but many little wildflowers are up and open for business. You’ll see some pictures soon.

Song of the day: Meade Lux Lewis, Honky Tonk Train Blues


Dine / Dance

Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and warmish — though the day did start off with scraping ice off the windshield. But, a momentary disappointment. The day improved. The sun warmed. Wood ducks waddle by the pond. Geese pout by the paths, all surly and annoyed. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a cheery Canadian Goose. They are malcontents.

Song of the day, Petula Clark, I Know a Place


big bike bug

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cool cloudy spring day. Temp just nudged up to 50 degrees. Blue Jays are looking at things very critically, these days. They are vainglorious posers who are never around when there is real work to be done, but they love to complain about things.
Well, maybe they are not all like that.

Song of the day: Harry James and his Orchestra, When Your Lover Has Gone

 


the bicycle bugs are out…

Yesterday’s Phenology: This has been a pretty nice spring! This morning, in the 40s. Maybe it got up into the 50s today. Rained a lot in the morning, cloudy afternoon, and then more rain and a bit of thunder in the evening. Big buds are opening up everywhere.

Song of the day: Count Basie and his Orchestra, One O’Clock Jump


spring flowers in Bikeland

Yesterday’s Phenology: Unseemingly sunny and cheery out side. Temps in the upper 50s. Razorback pigs are shedding their winter coats, boots, and mittens as they root around in the alleys, looking for the early spring truffles, or whatever else they can find. Their melodious grunting and snuffling reminds us all that it’s springtime in the heartland and that we should ought to be enjoying it.

Song of the day: the Beatles, Taxman


Coffee Roaster, Dunn Brothers Coffee, St. Paul

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another good day, overcast and cool. Maybe a few sprinkles in the evening, maybe a little sunshine. Seagulls wheeling in the sky, making a racket. May have been Parking Lot Gulls, actually.

Song of the day: Sarah Vaughan, Black Coffee


always take your traveler, cause you never know…

Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and a bit breezy, up in the 50s, I believe. The geese around the lake are surly today. In the evening, a beautiful moon and silver ribbons of clouds.

Song of the day: Sonny Rollins trio, Weaver of Dreams



one from the archives, june 2010, wutelco

Yesterday’s phenology: an overcast day, temps in the upper 40s, nary a drop of sunlight to be seen. Green shoots are busy shooting up.

Song of the day: Tom Waits, Underground


One from the archives: First Bank, St. Paul, March 2009

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Yesterday’s Phenology: A very nice spring day. Probably got up into the upper 50s, and the wind died down, so it was actually almost warm out there. The wee snow-drop flowers are a-coming up in the garden, seems to be a few more than in previous years. Crows still rule the sky, but I did see a flicker, singing an odd song. Maybe it wasn’t a flicker. I’ll have to check the film.

Song of the day: The Drifters, On Broadway


the winter bike

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Another cold day. Seems to be a trend. Every January, seems to be cold in Minnesota. Today, -5 when I woke up. -31 in Hibbing. -39 in Crookston. I hate to think what the wind chill might have been up there. Makes -5 seem not so bad, like an early spring morning. A lack of new fallen snow was also welcome, and it was actually almost bright outside on my drive home from work. Perhaps this is the nadir of our winter?

Song of the day: James Taylor, Steamroller



grandfather’s pocket watch, alive and ticking

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Yesterday’s Phenology: Bright winter sun, a nice day. Notalotta melting going on here. Temp in the 20s? Squirrels are throwing nuts at pedestrians, as they do every new year’s eve. Darn squirrels!

Song of the Day, Pink Floyd, Time