Teach me how to Bucky - holy matrimony style.

From Chicago, I once again got a craigslist rideshare - up to Madison - and once again was not murdered. Always appreciated.

It was my first time back in Madison since graduation a little over two years ago, and it was so nice to be back - I had forgotten how awesome it is.

I spent a lot of time with various generations of AYFers and a little time with former Waldsee campers, went to some of my old favorite restaurants and bars, walked around campus and re-lived the good ol' undergrad days, and took a German friend to his first American wedding.



Sparkle Court is just the most adorable name for a street ever.




In the first apartment I crashed at, there was a poster of Darwin hanging in the bathroom. For some reason it was full of typos, but this was my favorite one: "...The Preservation of Flavoured Races..." - I bet strawberry-flavored species would be best preserved...they make jelly out of that stuff all the time!




Library Mall on the campus end of State Street - if you look closely, you can see the Capitol at the other end.




The day of the wedding, the local low rider club was displaying some of their prides and joys on Library Mall.




Husband and wife!




The reception was at Memorial Union [the student union], so Bucky dropped in and kicked it with the bride.




At some point, Christian and I may or may not have crashed the other wedding reception that was in the Union that night. We may or may not have had a couple glasses of free beer [psh, our reception had free beer and wine - step up your game, other happily married couple!], danced to "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy", signed their guestbook in German, and fled back downstairs. The above and below pictures may or may not have been taken at that other reception.





After the reception and some time on State Street, it was time to introduce Christian to the wonder that is Ian's macaroni and cheese pizza.





The song "Teach Me How to Bucky" by a couple of UW students. Silly, but fun in a school-spirit kind of way. By the way, our football team is doing awesome this year. The day of the wedding, we totally trounced Austin Peay [admittedly, a school I had never heard of before] 70-3. A couple weeks ago we beat Ohio State, which was #1 at the time and is our mortal enemy all the time. I don't even really care about football, and it's still exciting.

Chicagoland.

Took the Greyhound bus from Eau Claire to Chicago. A friend called and asked me how to say inappropriate things in German - I told him I couldn't tell him right then, and he said, "Come on, no one else on the Greyhound will know any German." In fact, two young Amish couples and their babies had gotten on in Tomah, and although I wasn't sure exactly how much crude German slang they would understand, I didn't want to take my chances. I tried to eavesdrop on their Pennsylvania Dutch and see how much I could understand, but the bus was too loud.

I spent most of my time in Chicagoland [that's actually a name for Chicago and its suburbs (including bits of Wisconsin and Indiana), not an amusement park or anything] riding the el and other commuter trains. Public transportation is so wonderful.

I ate awesome Mexican food with Jenny, walked around downtown with Shane, went to a Dave Matthews Band concert at Wrigley Field with a stranger [sold my extra ticket on craigslist], grabbed a greasy-spoon breakfast and drank PBR [not at the same time] with Dave [who works at the Chicago Diner, a vegetarian diner with such illustrious customers as Moby, who Dave seated once], rocked the suburbs with Amy and Kaytee [nine-bar pub crawl...goodness!], and scoured the empty financial district for dinner with KT [once the business day is over, everything seems to just shut down there].



Art never fails to amuse me.




Barber signs never fail to creep me out.

Home.

Finally, I made it back home - Wisconsin!

First order of business: celebrating Ben [my brother] and Chiemi's marriage.


The weather the day before was terrible, but the day of the celebration was just beautiful. The casual event included lawn games...




...barbecue chicken and Texas toast from Mike's Smokehouse...




...family and old friends relaxing and chatting...




...and ADORABLE BABIES.


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Mom, Dad, Abby [the dog], and I spent a day at the cabin.


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Mexican and giant margaritas with my grandma, my mom, and my aunt.


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I hopped on my good old bike and went for a ride around the countryside, including some parts that I had never been to before - amazing what you can find even in your own neighborhood when you explore a little.









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Kickin' it with Abby and Pokey.




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Otherwise I spent a lot of time sleeping, watching trashy TV, running [including the Buckshot Run, an Eau Claire tradition in Carson Park benefiting the Special Olympics - I was so excited to finally run a race in my hometown...and then show Chiemi the statues in the park of Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox and Hank Aaron, who played baseball with the Eau Claire Bears], etc. Exactly how time at home should be.

I also went back to the Cities twice - once to watch Wicked with my parents and once to see friends. One of them, Nate, works at Summit Brewing and has his own concoction coming out soon for a limited time - an imperial pumpkin porter. Yeah, that's right, sounds delicious and autumnal, doesn't it?!? If you're in the Twin Cities area and like beer, check out the link, go to at least one of the release events, buy his beer, and tell me how it is, because I probably won't get to try it and I'm very sad about that.

You wanna know how I know I'm in the Midwest?


I know because the state fair parade features cows...




...bulls advertising beef expos...




...and more cows, emerging from the backs of cars, in front of Spamville.






You wanna know how I know I'm in AMERICA?



I know because the state fair parade features a basketball mascot pointing at people...




...a baseball mascot pointing at people...




...and TANKS.

Fried state fair on a stick.

State fairs are particularly known for their various fried foods on sticks - think a corn dog, but with pretty much anything you desire in the middle. Most of the rest of the food on offer isn't particularly good for you, either. But health is not the point of the state fair.



See? Why eat just plain, fresh, BORING fruit when you could fry it and put it on a stick? But we saw this when we first got to the fair, around 10:30 in the morning - far too early for something like this, of course.




So instead we got an overflowing bucket of Sweet Martha's chocolate chip cookies. They were pretty good, actually - brought to mind more my own homemade ones than gross mass-produced ones. Krystal and I each had a couple, but there were still too many to fit the lid on the bucket, so we started handing them out to people. In fact, one couple even bought a couple off us because they just wanted a few, not a whole bucket. Clearly not truly dedicated to the state fair spirit.




Next stop: cheese on a stick [pretty much a self-contained grilled cheese]...




...and state fair lemonade.




Spamville. We did have too much dignity to get anything there, thank you very much.




Ethnic sausage by Cynthia! We got Italian.




You could get Reese's, Oreos... I got a Snickers. It was intense.




Someone else in the group tried one of these - he approved.



There was also "beer on a stick" [really just a couple cups of beer on a wooden paddle - although a guy at the Texas State Fair actually did create fried beer] and other gimmicks like that...everything, not just food, is advertised as "on a stick" - because that's just how we do at state fairs.

The Minnesota State Fair.

St. Paul just gets better and better - it is also home to the Minnesota State Fair.

[The day I went, you could get a discount on admission if you had a library card, I think mostly just for libraries in the Cities. The lady asked me whether I had one, I said I didn't, and she winked and said, "Yes you do." Nice! I *do* have a library card for the Barcelona public library, though, so I guess it wasn't a complete lie.]





Snoopy is excited. [Charles Schulz, the creator of Peanuts, is from the Twin Cities.]




And...um...dinosaurs are also from the Twin Cities? I have no explanation for this.




A few big buildings are given over to 4H, a youth organization that's particularly popular in rural areas. They raise animals, sew clothes, make furniture [I saw an awesome bed made by an eighth grader], bake...and the best are given awards. The ones at the state fair have already won awards at the county level. Here's a sampling of the prize honey on display.




And, of course, there were rides.



But a state fair isn't really a state fair unless there's a parade and lots of fried food. Get excited for the next posts!

St. Paul, the under-appreciated twin.

Although I'm from Wisconsin, I have a soft spot in my heart for Minnesota, too, particularly the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul. They're about an hour and a half from my hometown, so when I was a kid my family would head over occasionally for a play or a museum or some other form of culture. Then a lot of my friends went to school at the University of Minnesota and/or now live in the Cities, so I've also been there many times in my adulthood to visit them.

Most of my time has been spent in Minneapolis, but this time I was mostly in St. Paul, since that's where most of my friends live now. Minneapolis is considered to be the trendier, more exciting, more happening city, while St. Paul has a reputation of being quiet and suburban-y. But really [speaking as someone who's not that into the suburbs], St. Paul has a lot going for it, too. Give it a chance!


An album release concert by S. Carey, one of Eau Claire's own rising stars and also a member of Bon Iver [the man behind that, Justin Vernon, is our hometown hero - I get excited whenever I meet someone halfway across the world who likes Bon Iver and I get to tell them that I'm from the same place...that doesn't happen often with Eau Claire!].




A nice cold Leinie's at the bar across the street from the concert. Leinenkugel's is a local brewery - not a microbrewery, but not a humongous conglomerate, either - in Chippewa Falls, not far from my hometown [well, it was bought by Miller Brewing in the 80s, but most of the brewing is still done in Chippewa and is still high quality - it's not just another Miller Lite]. [photo by Valerie on my camera]




Behind the bar - I really love down home-y Wisconsin/Minnsota bars with wood and neon beer signs.




Snoopy hooked up to an IV at a vet's.




AWESOME car. I love Kucinich - voted for him in the past two presidential primaries, because I'm a dirty liberal like that - but sometimes forget that anyone else even knows about him, so I was very pleased to see this.




Another view - guess they're still waiting for the next shipment of bumper stickers.




This doesn't have anything to do with the Twin Cities in particular, but I'd still like to tell you about one of my favorite drinks. It's a mix of Chambord, a raspberry liqueur, and Frangelico, a hazelnut liqueur. It's ordered as a nuts and berries [or, I just found out on wikipedia, sometimes a peanut butter and jelly...huh], but I prefer to call it Mrs. Butterworth and the holy hand grenade.




We celebrated Anna's birthday with a good ol' barbecue of brats, burgers, and corn, with sangria and beer to wash it all down. One of my favorite summer activities.




Nea introduced us to the beer rifle, which is actually some kind of painting implement, I think, from Home Depot that has been repurposed. Similar idea as a beer bong, but you place it against the wall and push it in - at your own pace - so the beer is forced into your mouth. A little crude, sure, but hey, I just wanted to show that American ingenuity is still alive and well - God bless it!




Valerie and I went to visit her refugee family - a family of Bhutanese who have spent most of their lives in refugee camps in Nepal and have now been relocated to the US. Valerie is there to check up on them a few times a month, make sure everything's okay, help them with any problems or help them find resources, and so on. Awesome program. I compared nose piercings with one of the little girls, and the boys showed off their martial arts and singing/dancing skills. And the mom cooks delicious Nepalese food.




Another night we went downtown to a nice little wine place for some wine flights and cheese before heading to the Bulldog for garlic tater tots. Oh man. Tater tots are awesome enough as it is, and then if you add garlic...it's over.
Downtown St. Paul is pretty fun, with a lot of local restaurants, bars, and shops, and a farmer's market. The city isn't all sleepy Suburbia!




But the houses are adorable.




Billboard for the Mormons: a picture of a man on a motorcycle, with the words "I believe a balanced life includes family, sculpting, and a good ride. My name is Jeff Decker & I'm a Mormon." Are they trying to make Mormonism sound badass? Probably about as effective as when Michael Steele tried to gain some street cred for the Republicans by using hip hop.




All over the city, there are [pieces of] poems in the sidewalk. I'm not really big into poetry, but the idea is still fun:

What hurt you today
was taken out of your heart
by the meadowlark
who slipped the silver needle
of her song
in and out of the grey day
and mended what was torn.




I don't know enough
about balance to tell you
how to do it

I think, though,
it's in the trying and the letting go

that the scales measuring
right and wrong -- quiver
and stand still




Just outside of St. Clair Broiler, a restaurant with delicious brunch where Gäb used to work:

Bad day

The red lid unscrewed
from the jar of extra crunchy
almost empty
and the full, mounded spoon
half shoved in my mouth
says it all--
     I don't want to talk.