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Hombres,

I get my validation via eBay user feedback1.

Tonight, we were at Luce, because, well, you know2. We found ourselves surrounded, virtually boxed-in by freaks. In the back, situated in such a way that you had to scramble over them to reach the bathroom, was a white-guy convention. In the booths on the right, people with feathered hair and festive sweaters. At the bar on the left, three drunk people being loudly dominated by one drunk guy. It was the drunk guy who was the main target of our derision, which was well-earned. At least, I think so.

You know when you have the misfortune of spending an hour or two too near someone who is so effusive that you have no choice but to learn about their entire existence? Work, hobbies, friends, sex life? And sometimes you hate them for it?

Well, that got me thinking about one of my favorite activities, which involves the opposite: trying to figure out everything you can about someone from what you can observe about them, rather than just being told. I like to sit in restaurants, point out a couple or group of people, and say, what’s their story? Even better than just making stuff up, the skill is in seeing the details, the little clues to reality. It’s vicarious and a little sneaky, like peering in someone’s medicine cabinet while you’re using their bathroom. It feels a little dirty. Which is good.

Anyway, I decided to do an experiment. Tonight, I took a whole passel of photos. It’s just random stuff around my house, but it’s all revealing in some way. What I want to know is, what does it say about me? About us? Hopefully it’s more than what Heather determined: we need to dust way more often.

So here you go. Let me know what you see here, and what it means. I could write paragraphs about any of these pictures, but instead, I’m letting them speak for themselves.

Click for embiggening.

Jenni

1 I told Heather earlier tonight that I was going to make a ‘Tell Me I’m Cute!‘ tshirt, but now I’m thinking ‘Cute too!’ might be an even better option. Irony is sexier than pandering any day.

2 If ever you should visit the beautiful Twin Cities of Minneapolis-St. Paul, Minnesota, there are four places where I will insist on taking you: Pizza Luce, French Meadow, Nye’s, and of course, the Mall. You have no choice. If you don’t like it, then don’t tell me you’re visiting.

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