Apple Farm Popcorn
I’d like to talk about something called Twin Cities Dance Collaborative (TCDC). It was an organization that was 100% Mykala’s idea, an organization whose goal was to assemble a dance company in reaction to the competition dance scene. You see, competition dance drives the schedules, choreography, stylistic choices, and revenue of a majority of dance studios. Students pay for the privilege of being judged on their dancing ability. They pay for costumes. They pay for choreography. (By they, I mean their parents.) They compare themselves to their peers.
I can’t remember where we were leaving to, or if we were arriving from somewhere, but I thought it might be good idea to get a nice portrait of us in front of our first house (duplex). You can see that I am holding the remote to the camera in my right hand. I am holding the love of my life in my left.
We hiked the bluffs at Barn Bluff Park in Red Wing during a random weekend outing.
We celebrated our very first anniversary at the Round Barn Farm in Red Wing, Minnesota.
Mykala is demonstrating the rope swing on the idyllic, perfectly groomed grounds.
This is the original Round Barn, namesake of the farm we stayed at.
Mykala is holding a gift basket sent by her sister, Kourtni. This is looking east from Round Barn Farm.
I can’t believe that this was over a year ago. And yet, here I am, catching up on posting pictures and writing about this just now. Here’s what I wrote on Jónsi’s website about this concert:
This show completely blew me away! I expected seeing Jonsi live to be one of the greatest shows I’ve seen and I was still left without words. The drummer was amazing and the show was terrifyingly beautiful. I won’t forget this show. Takk!
We got up this morning and saw part of the royal wedding extravaganza. We both have the day off, and celebrating with a little view into another world was a fun way to start. After dying Easter Eggs late last night, we headed off to the grocery store to buy some British food (crumpets, Earl Grey tea).
Mykala, after recently graduating from her 200 hour instructor training at Core Power, is now (almost) certified to teach yoga. By summing up the whole experience in one sentence, I fail to describe the amount of energy required to get through the training. As Mykala was gone for many nights and weekends, I did my best to be supportive, but I got a chance to actually help when her class of budding instructors was required to bring in a novice and teach a class. I was the novice.
Mykala’s trying to decide what job she wants to do. While I have lived comfortably inside the four walls of dentistry, shutting out the frighteningly wide world of possibility, Mykala has been looking for the right fit for her. She’s whip smart and interested in many things… which makes it hard. I can relate: I love coding, but would never want to do it for a job. Mykala loves dance, but doesn’t always want to do that for a job. What’s more, we both have complicated ideals around work:
In the past few weeks, I’ve had some very near misses with some very bad things.
(Almost) Bike Death
Seymour Avenue winds down a very steep hill as it approaches Franklin Avenue. At the intersection between the two, there’s a blind intersection controlled by a stoplight. In the winter, I come down this hill on my bike and turn left onto Franklin. 99% of the time, the light is red and I slow to a stop, but I’ve made it through on a couple of green lights in the past.
Mykala: “Is that guy doing Tai Chi?”
Alex: “No, he’s tying his shoe. He’s doing Shoe Chi.”
Mykala: “You mean Tai Shoe.”
Alex: “You always think up the funny ones; I was so close!”
Mykala began waving her arms wildly around while we were sitting on the couch this afternoon. I declared she was a “Brownian motion machine”.
The milk is turning to slush in the fridge, which is odd, because the kitchen itself has been over 80°F for the majority of the day. Is the cause high humidity? Mykala has been pounding through a tremendous amount of end-of-semester work, and is currently right in the middle of another paper. Her perseverance amazes me. I can’t offer her much, other than moral support and shoulder massages. And (apparently) very cold milk.
Things I love right now:
Fountains are amazing!
Hi, Mykala!
At the AMAZING Lou Malnati’s Pizzeria, a few blocks from our hotel in Chicago.
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