Spring Bee Hiving Moon
Off to United Noodles in search of the wild dried seaweed. Kate wants to make seaweed salad so we drove into the oriental grocery in the Twin Cities, United Noodles near Coastal Seafood, and scoured the aisles for the right kind of seaweed. I also picked up some off the shelf tea. I plan to compare its quality to that I buy from the more expensive places. It’s a good deal cheaper at United Noodle.
After our Asian immersion, we went to the Blue Nile, the Ethiopian joint just off Franklin in Seward. The music mix caught both our ears. The bartender brings in his ipod, loaded with his own playlist and plugs into the restaurant’s sound system. Very cool.
While there, watching the Sudanese and Ethiopian men at the bar, the lesbian couples coming in and the young hip couples, bearded men and booted ladies, I remembered why I love cities. There’s this constant frisson, a meeting between and among opposites and strangers and art and food, in places where everyone has a spot. This energy lifts me up, makes me happy. It’s the same lift I got from Chaco Canyon, the Saguaro cacti, and being on the road.
As much as I love our home and our property, the blandness, the sameness, the white-breadedness of the exurbs grates on me, wearing me down with its homogeneity. I need difference. Gonna get into the city at night more.
