How Much for the Leetle Girl?

Here we are again, hurtling headlong into the weekend. The excitement palpatable, a hush settles on the shoulders of the awaiting masses, AKA my mom and Cousin Shelley, as I turn over the tea cup that is my iPod to read the crushed and sodden leaves of my future.

In other words, I’ve gotten it into my head that the songs “shuffled” through my iPod on my way to work Friday morning has bearing on my weekend.

Let’s look, shall we?

Come sit close. Closer. No, not that close. Sheesh.

I Wanna Be Your Dog by Uncle Tupelo
Hang You From the Heavens by The Dead Weather
Outta Harm’s Way by King Khan and the Torturers
Neat Neat Neat by The Damned
Attention by The Raconteurs*
Travelin’ Band by Creedence Clearwater
Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie
I Would Never Wanna Be Young Again by Gogol Bordello
Shore Leave by Tom Waits

Today's list is a little longer than usual, as this is not just from the moment I get on the bus but from the moment I leave the house and walk to the bus stop.

Hmm. I see a tall, dark man. His name may start with an “M”. An “N”? No, wait! A “T”. He misses you very much and wants you to know that he’s very happy where he is and is no longer angry. He says don’t worry. He says invest in gold. He says your first cat Kitty is here as well and clawing up the good furniture. He says tip the nice gypsy a fiver and check your pockets before you leave…

The economy is on my mind again; and while Wienie Water Soup is a semi-delicious/semi-nutritious addition to the week’s supper menu (also freezes in ice cube trays for a quick and easy bouillon!), supplementing one’s income is of primary concern during these hard times.

This is not to say that you should cancel your bread-heel-and-potato-peel casserole plans – seriously, no one whips up a fiscally responsible hotdish like you do! – but you may also want to explore alternatives.

Like selling your stuff.

This weekend is Art-A-Whirl in Northeast Minneapolis, a weekend of artists and their wares, bands indoors and out, excited bartenders, excited drinkers, and garage sales.

Garage sales, people! I’ve gone through my house and have priced-to-sell all manner of books, art, knick-knacks, gee-gaws, and doo-hickeys at Kurt and Kathy’s annual Art-A-Whirl garage sale.

That's where I'll be: on their porch, drinking their beer, telling stories/exaggerations/outright lies, and selling my stuff.

And if you’re in the neighborhood?

Stop by for a doo-hickey.



*If I had to pick a song for you to listen to, if you were feeling adventurous and whatnot, I would pick this one. A side project of Jack White’s (from the White Stripes). I’m in love with him, but our parents disapprove.