We're not in Minneapolis anymore Toto.
But before I go into my latest travels, I should probably finish that chapter of the saga.
I happily spent the rest of my day in the Burton residence, where a number of cool things happened.
I went to the zoo! The Minneapolis zoo with MB my home G. MB loves zoo's! That was his terminology "I love zoo's". This struck me as funny and maybe it would too if you know Michael. Imagine a person you know with the dryest, most non-sequitorial humor you can imagine. His mother asks him "Why are you going to the zoo?" and he responds in abounding sincerity "I love zoo's". He loves zoo's. There you have it. A simple man.
As it turns out, I think zoo's are pretty cool too, but unfortunately the salient aspect of the zoo is not so much the animals that make the bulk of the advertised zoo experience, but the screaming children that have been fooled into thinking that a trip to the zoo is an acceptable substitute for going to the amusement park.
I also saw my friend's dad's shop where he makes... MOTHERFUCKING MEDIEVAL WEAPONRY AND ARMOR. FUCK MCFUCKING MASCULINE YEAH! SSSSSWWWWWOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRDDDDDDDSSSSSS AND SHIT!
That was, to say the least, pretty cool. Though I must admit that I had some preconceptions as to what a shop of this kind should look like.
I'll admit that my vision involved a great deal more wood, stonework and leather pumping bellows, like the large version of the strange bag-like artifact that lives in my grandfather's house. This guy, Christopher Poor of , uses a host of ancient techniques in the making of his stuff, but has discarded the large oaken tables and stone floors in favor of metal workbenches and cement.
But don't be dissuaded of how epicly cool this place was. I mean, there were literally shelves of beautiful hand-crafted rapiers, broadswords, flails, maces, daggers and hand axes. And that's just how he listed them off, too, a rapid fire inventory-like list that seemed to indicate that he was just a little bored with the manufacture of the stuff of a twelve-year-old boy's dreams. I suppose I would be too if it were my job to get up in the morning and make A FULL SUIT OF PLATE ARMOR!!!
He also showed me the church he owns and inside he runs something called the "Oakenshotte Institute" which can be most succinctly described as knight camp for kids. Kids today...
And on Saturday, the Burton family put on a recital in their home. MB sings, so does his mom, his attractive cousin plays harp, some piano/math/physics genius from Stanford plays piano. All, it was a pretty swanky affair. This idea of throwing one's own recital is intriguing to the out-of-school musician in me...
And I went to the Dakota Jazz Club and caught a whole bunch of Lawrentians there. That account will have to wait for another time.
Nathan
But before I go into my latest travels, I should probably finish that chapter of the saga.
I happily spent the rest of my day in the Burton residence, where a number of cool things happened.
I went to the zoo! The Minneapolis zoo with MB my home G. MB loves zoo's! That was his terminology "I love zoo's". This struck me as funny and maybe it would too if you know Michael. Imagine a person you know with the dryest, most non-sequitorial humor you can imagine. His mother asks him "Why are you going to the zoo?" and he responds in abounding sincerity "I love zoo's". He loves zoo's. There you have it. A simple man.
As it turns out, I think zoo's are pretty cool too, but unfortunately the salient aspect of the zoo is not so much the animals that make the bulk of the advertised zoo experience, but the screaming children that have been fooled into thinking that a trip to the zoo is an acceptable substitute for going to the amusement park.
I also saw my friend's dad's shop where he makes... MOTHERFUCKING MEDIEVAL WEAPONRY AND ARMOR. FUCK MCFUCKING MASCULINE YEAH! SSSSSWWWWWOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRDDDDDDDSSSSSS AND SHIT!
That was, to say the least, pretty cool. Though I must admit that I had some preconceptions as to what a shop of this kind should look like.
I'll admit that my vision involved a great deal more wood, stonework and leather pumping bellows, like the large version of the strange bag-like artifact that lives in my grandfather's house. This guy, Christopher Poor of , uses a host of ancient techniques in the making of his stuff, but has discarded the large oaken tables and stone floors in favor of metal workbenches and cement.
But don't be dissuaded of how epicly cool this place was. I mean, there were literally shelves of beautiful hand-crafted rapiers, broadswords, flails, maces, daggers and hand axes. And that's just how he listed them off, too, a rapid fire inventory-like list that seemed to indicate that he was just a little bored with the manufacture of the stuff of a twelve-year-old boy's dreams. I suppose I would be too if it were my job to get up in the morning and make A FULL SUIT OF PLATE ARMOR!!!
He also showed me the church he owns and inside he runs something called the "Oakenshotte Institute" which can be most succinctly described as knight camp for kids. Kids today...
And on Saturday, the Burton family put on a recital in their home. MB sings, so does his mom, his attractive cousin plays harp, some piano/math/physics genius from Stanford plays piano. All, it was a pretty swanky affair. This idea of throwing one's own recital is intriguing to the out-of-school musician in me...
And I went to the Dakota Jazz Club and caught a whole bunch of Lawrentians there. That account will have to wait for another time.
Nathan
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