For those of you in the know, Mr. Swait is visiting from his home in Northern Florida, which, he assures me, is different than southern Florida. Northern Florida apparently has more in common with Georgia and Alabama than it does with such climes as Miami. Tell that to the voters when Florida is painted Red or Blue in the 2004 election. Nonetheless, I am supremely happy to have him visit. Joffre wishes to let you know that his was the only county to vote Democrat in North Florida, but that's only because of the university there.

I'm having my very first Gin and tonic this evening. Made by Mr. Swait, of course, we're enjoying it in the John Schwandt Style. This means that we're enjoying Bombay Sapphire. Yum. Very tasty.

I'm sorry I blog so infrequently. Apparently I'm not as cool as some people who can waste their employer's money by blogging at work.

All that notwithstanding, only friends such as we would blog after we were drinking. Consider our efforts here well lubricated, though perhaps not all that worthwhile. Our day should live in Internet Immortality. Today we awoke to eggs over-easy and maple flavored sausages. Orange juice washed them down. Coffee from Mocha (a port in Yemen) and Java (a port in Indonesia) roasted to 415 degrees, a slightly darker roast helped in that effort. Afterwards, Joffre still feeling the need for Caffenation, we went to Caribou for his Triple Shot and my cup of their light roast of the day (I think it was their Daybreak blend). We picked up two ounces of tobaccy and made for Stillwater, MN; Aka Booktown, USA Stillwater is home to the two different locations of Loomes bookstore. Not John Robbins' StillWaters Revival books, mind you, but the real McCoy, and I don't mean Doctor. (For those of you overcome with nausea at the last statement, enjoy your nachos with lots of cheese). Joffre bought a spanish language copy of Heterodoxy in Spain. It covered such freaks of Theological Nature as mystics and Lutherans. Having spent lots of time around both, I wonder why he bought the tome when he could have just interviewed some of my relatives. (Not that I don't love my relatives, but some of them are mystics and others of them are lutherans - but none of them are spanish, so I fear the entire aesthetic would be lost).

(Joffre thinks I'm on a roll, though he's worried about all my parenthetical remarks). Um, yeah. I blame the gin.

The lime really helps.

I bought a copy of Dionysius Rising for five dollars. I only mention this to make you jealous. Good copy with no underlining, pencil or otherwise. Joffre's upset that I found a good book for only five bucks. Poor Joffre.

What rhymes with Minnesota? Ratial Quota? Racial Quota?

I think we should quit while we're ahead, or at least before we get too far behind - so far that we realize we're behind. But I do wish to close with this: Go T'Wolves! Beat those d@mn Lakers. For those of you not from the area, the Lakers initially hailed from Minneapolis (Hello! Land O' Lakes!?) but were stolen to the sunnier climes of Los Angeles where they may have an ocean, but not a lake.

Go Fred Hoiberg!

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// posted by The Wino @ 8:38 PM