My Snow Shovel and 12″ of Snow. Uptown, Minneapolis, Minnesota. February 3, 2015. Photo: Christopher Pollard
Minnesotan Snow Shoveler’s Creed
“This is my snow shovel.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My snow shovel is my best friend.
It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My snow shovel, without me, is useless.
Without my snow shovel, I am useless.
I must use my snow shovel true.”
Pre-Smiths Morrissey cultivating the melancholy persona that we all know and love today.
Source: Miserable in Manchester: Amusing Letters and Music Reviews from a Young Morrissey | Dangerous Minds
A View of St Pauls from the South Banks of the River Thames. Photo: Christopher Pollard
“There will be new maps and compasses for those of us who leave, new points of departure that will eventually become wholly real. But at the end of my most recent visit, as I flew out of Heathrow, over the tower blocks and the discs of green parkland and the sweep of the motorway, I caught a glimpse of a bend in the Thames, so familiar and so alien, and I wondered if it had all been a trick of the light.”
— Mahesh Rao
Nice (see how I did that) showcase showdown between the ‘Up North’ vs. “The Cities’ accents. My cousin Eric Pollard (AKA Actual Wolf) was right, Comedian Maria Bramford went “Full Keyboard Lounge Proctor Drunk Accent” in this throw down with Late Show writer Ariel Dumas.
“Minnesota, hats off to thee!
To thy colors true we shall ever be,
Firm and strong, united are we.
Rah, rah, rah, for It’s -11 F
Holy buckets, that’s some cold.
Who in their right mind lives here?
Minnesotans, Minnesotans.
Well, OK then.
Yay, Gophers! BURR!”*
Minneapolis, Minnesota. January 17, 2016. 9:10 AM
*Apologies to the Minnesota Rouser.
