TWISP | This Week in Saint Paul: Monday, March 23– Sunday, March 29, 2015
It has been a roaring March! We are also having another great season of Lowertown Reading Jams. This Wednesday, March 25, promises to live up to the reputation.
It has been a roaring March! We are also having another great season of Lowertown Reading Jams. This Wednesday, March 25, promises to live up to the reputation.
St. Patrick’s Day has arrived in Saint Paul. There continue to emerge versions of the St. Patrick image that conflate stories which go beyond the tale of leading rats out of Ireland. I am not going to try to deconstruct or reconstruct those narratives.
We made it through the state high school hockey tournament without a snowstorm. Are we now ready for the month-long spring tease? I expect this week will sport parks and college campuses with people wringing sun out of the sky like it was an Arizona vacation and wildly guessing which coat to wear out of the house. Like I mentioned last month, we don’t measure our winters by the groundhog nor the calendar.
In responding to instances of racial and social injustice, how can we transform feelings like righteous anger, sorrow, and grief to drive change? What is the relationship between self-transformation and structural transformation?
We stopped in to a well known fixture in Lowertown Saint Paul recently and spoke with the owners of the Black Dog Coffee and Wine Bar; Sara, Stacy, and Andy Remke. We asked them to give us a brief description of the “Black Dog” as it’s affectionately known in these parts.
It will be a fuller week than you can imagine. There is a lot going on, but you don’t have to just imagine all of it. You can see it with your own eyes and hear it with your own ears. TWISP is your first step.
It is cold again. We are wondering, why do we live in Minnesota? Shall we stay? Sometimes we need convincing. Sometimes not. Some days the literary vitality in this town is enough.
Uprisings!
People are arising
All over this land.
The holidays keep piling up. I think most of us survived Valentine’s Day, and we do not even have to turn the page to get into that traditionally festive mood for President’s Day.
For most of my life, I have felt like a fish out of water on Valentine’s Day. First grade logistics that had a Valentine for each classmate from every other classmate addressed and placed in cereal boxes still seems to be the best way to handle the holiday.
I spent last month with a lot of books. Too many books! I know a lot of you are saying, how could there be too many books? I have several answers for that query that fit today’s context and many others, but they are all hard to reconcile with my bookseller past and pack-rat pathology.
I watched the State of the Union address with my father on Tuesday at an undisclosed location. (Not with the cabinet member who had the “football,” and I am not disclosing only because it was someplace other than Saint Paul.)
Help us to SAVE OUR STORIES by supporting Saint Paul Almanac’s literary and visual artists, and filmmakers.
We need your contributions so we may continue our work. Thank you!