This photo, as one of many taken today, merits a special explanation. My family and I took a trip to the annual St. Paul Winter Carnival today. Most of us had not experienced the joy and fulfillment this blessed event brings since 1992. No joke. So, we decided to dust off one of many old traditions, pile on the hats and gloves, and truly embrace our Minnesotan roots. Like so many others before us, we thoroughly enjoyed the festivities. There were cheese curds, little old ladies selling coffee (at 50 cents a pop...not bad!), and of course the infamous ice sculptures. Perhaps these sculptures deserve an explanation of their own, but no words (at least in my vocabulary) can convey whatever it is these sculptures do, in fact, convey. So, here is an ice sculpture of dear Leonardo's "The Last Supper." Alyssa, this one especially spoke to my heart as something you might enjoy...Although the fourth place winners' good intentions cannot be questioned, the piece itself could very easily be viewed as a semi-sacrilegious relic. And something both you and I could enjoy with a smile, a nod (both nonverbal forms of communication), and a cup of 50 cent coffee. Love you, dear!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
At least twice a day I see the little old crossing guard man at the bottom of the hill.
He is always wearing his coat and the hat with fuzzy ear flaps.
Every day he smiles at me and I say bongiorno and he bellows BONGIORNO back at me.
Once I saw him at the mini Migros, and he still said bongiorno.
Today he said bongiorno as usual and then "Aspetta, aspetta..." (and I think he called me stella?)
And he gave me this.
And I said GRAZIE and I wanted to hug him, but that did not seem like a very Switalian thing to do.
And I was happy all day.
Posted by Alyssa at 8:12 AM
Thursday, January 29, 2009
That's newly spring in June:
O my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Til a' the seas gang dry my dear,
And the ricks melt wi' the sun;
AndI will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere then thousand mile!
(in Scottish, Grazie a Marcel)
Posted by Alyssa at 2:30 PM
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
This is an interpretational photo about how I would rather play with my new colored pencils than read his painful book (however -supposedly-meaningful and relevant it is). I really need to get over it.
On another note, Alauna... I am not sure if you have heard of the amazing photo of you that is on the wall in the Main Villa. Ten bucks says I know the face that you are making at the thought of your A3 sized face on the wall, but it is so, so, so beautiful. I like to think it was the day that we were driving to the nature park and you were listening to Trace Bundy for the first time... I think it might be. Anyway, it is fantastic and every time I see it I am overcome with missing you and Brittney (she took it).
I hope all is well there!
Posted by Alyssa at 11:26 AM