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(1) Lunch (at Rice Paper) and ice cream (at Sebastian Joe's) with M'ris and Timprov. There were a number of "Yep, I'm in Scandosota" moments during this trip: among them was listening to the others discussing reindeer castration while I dug into my Nicollet Avenue Pothole sundae. :-)

(2) There's an interview of me at the Moving Poems Forum.

(3) A few weeks ago, LiAnn Yim posted praise for inkscrawl at her blog.

or, why I ordered an Almond Pink Squirrel at the Minneapolis airport:



The conscious version: I first read about pink squirrels in a Polish American church guild cookbook I found in one of the free bins at McKay's. Something about the description tickled me enough to write a poem-story featuring pink squirrels, but I'm not a fan of cream-based cocktails in general, so I didn't add the ingredients to my shopping list or mix a squirrel for myself.

This is, however, why "pink squirrel" leapt out at me from the menu at Ike's yesterday afternoon, and why I uncharacteristically chose it over the other libations on offer. It was made with vanilla bean ice cream, and seemed more beige than pink (at least in the pub-inside-an-airport lighting), and was in fact pretty tasty -- like a thick, boozy milkshake. It's not high on my list of drinks to order again, but now I have tried it, and it didn't clash with the fried calamari.

Subconscious version (as in, the connection dawned on me only ten minutes ago): the Minneapolis airport has more moose tchotkes per square foot than I've seen anywhere outside of Quebec. MOOSE AND SQUIRREL! :-)