The best part of Minnesota.

Like bear cubs.  Yes, they bite.

Escap(ade) to the left side.

An eventful, albeit cold, day in paradise.

The deduction on this corn was greater than the price on the floor.

I didn’t want to do laundry.

What’d you expect?

You’ll need:
- Vat of scalding hot oil (around 375°F)
- Chilled cookie dough balls slightly smaller than golf balls
- Pancake batter

Then you:
- Dip the cookie dough balls in the pancake batter
- Drop them into the vat of oil (WATCH YOUR FINGERS!!!)
- Remove with a slotted spoon after 20 seconds or so. Roll them on to a tray lined with paper towels

Enjoy this delectable confection, as you watch your spare tire grow exponentially.

One week ago today, a midwestern grain company flew me to their headquarters.  As you know, I’ve been pursuing a career in commodity trading for over a year.

Amazingly enough, they asked me to join their grain merchandisers.
(Thank you, Miss J for the congratulatory botanical treat)

Yes, this means leaving the City of twenty-four hour falafels.

But I couldn’t say “goodbye” to this little burg without riding the subways once more, and going out for a final “hurrah?”

Can you see ze ratt?

My naked apartment.  Thanks for the memories, seventy-eighth and second.

The semantics of packing and uprooting a home are always difficult.

Sayonara, little island.  We shall meet again.

Meanwhile, we’re taking
The Commentary
elsewheres.