I hope both of these catch on soon⸮

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The Circumcision of The Christ

Religion is weird.

Time to build another one.

Sad Chairs

I recently purchased a book of 50 Sad chairs from ½-Price Books. It's just 50 pictures of chairs, that are sad. A sampling:

Here We Go Again.

The best thing about being unemployed is that when someone calls you on a Sunday night and asks if you want to go to Potosi, WI in the morning to celebrate Marty King Jr.'s, you can say yes. And mean it.

I did mean it, and in the morning we were on our way to Wisconsin's 3rd coast with both a soundtrack and clearly defined goals. Southwestern Wisconsin, the proudly unglaciated portion of the state, was at our fingertips!

With the Mustard Museum on the move, we took the opportunity  to explore some of the area's other treasures. We'd stop by The Dickeyville Groto on our way home (my 2nd visit!), but first we wanted a little history/mystery in our lives. Hello Belmont Leslie, WI, the birthplace of a great state! We came into this experience with a few misperceptions:

1. The State of Wisconsin's 1st capitol was never located here; Wisconsin Territory's 1st territorial legislature meet here for a month and a half during the winter of 1836. And then promptly voted to make Madison the new capitol. Not the same.

2. Despite the sizable Belmont Mound a mile down the road, seemingly the perfect place for a statehouse, the First Capitol buildings are not there. [see #1, RE: not a real capitol] Also, they're on concrete foundations.

3. The First Capitol Historical Site is not open between the months of September & June.

Despite these set backs we celebrated with a quick game of Wisconsin Territory Legislator & Indian.

After a quick stop through UW-Platteville (go Pioneers.), we were off across the ice-fogged hill & vale of County Rte. B. Our goal–The Potosi Brewing Company, home to Good Old Potosi beer and The National Brewery  Museum. What I was expecting: a brewery, a museum, a small town. What I was not expecting: the number of hollows we drove through/by. Take that glacial floe.

We never actually made it to the museum portion of the brewery, but they did give us a free slice of pie. Let's not call it a dream deferred, just a dream for another day.

Doing it in pen is nothing compared to doing it in type.

Skill learned: use of the ½-space functionality. It's the only way to get yourself into all those little boxes that aren't quite 2 spaces apart.

Sweater; Roof; Typewriter

I got a typewriter in the mail today. It's a sleek little guy, and he came complete with a red & black ribbon, a #1 key(!), and an Operating Instruction pamphlet. This proved surprisingly useful early on in our relationship when it detailed how to set my line-spacing. The only thing he seems to be missing is a Tab key, which I'm not sure how my future typewriting experiences will be affected by yet.

Actually, this seemed like the perfect time to be a little affected. So I put on a sweater, a tie, and a pair of saddle shoes. And then got to typing.