all that's past is prologue...

As I posted on Threads today, while in the middle of it: "You might not have ever really been to New Orleans until you are standing on the Poydras Street median, with a marching band heading down the beginning of the parade route on one side of you, while a dueling band is heading back up the parade route on the other side." And if you don't understand what seeing a New Orleans school marching band is really like, please enjoy this minute of watching one walk by (I unfortunately wasn't thinking about taking a video when the much-vaunted St. Aug's kicked the parade off).

Are you ready for Minnesota’s favorite giving extravaganza, where we spend all day donating to our favorite charities like Swifties at a new merch drop (and don’t get me wrong, I’m loving the merch drops…) Yes, I mean Give to the Max Day tomorrow, November 16 (though early giving has started now) May I suggest some of my clients, that have all gained the patented Bethany Gladhill Seal of approval? I PROMISE YOU that even a $5 donation to one of these places will make a world of difference.   For filmmakers/film lovers (and an awesome new space in a renovated historic building): FilmNorth   For other arts lovers (also an awesome new space in a renovated historic building): The Victoria Theater Arts Center   For history groups who tell important stories: Historic Saint Paul Historic Summit Avenue   For other theaters and arts organizations that make our world so much richer: Pangea World Theater Wonderlust Productions Ten Thousand Things Full Circle Theater Company Nimbus Open Eye Figure

It's been a long time since we have been at a Walker After Hours, so we were excited to go tonight. The night began auspiciously enough. We got to the Walker a little after 9:00, and ran into our friends Joel and Lyra almost immediately. The place was bumping, so we decided to go through the exhibit ( Multiple Realities: Experimental Art in the Easter Bloc 1960s-1980s ) pretty much right as we got there. The exhibit had some strong pieces, and a big political focus (clearly). But I can't help but feel like maybe we don't have enough distance from that period yet? I don't know, I just remained somewhat apart from it all. It was crowded, and loud, and though the people-watching was good, not a place we really wanted to hang out at. So we decided to try out Public Domain in the North Loop. Sadly, there was a wait there, so they suggested that we try out, Neon Tiger, their "upscale dive bar" in the back. Call me unimpressed. $30 got us an ok piña colada and one o

 It's 1984, and David Byrne and his art school friends are the soundtrack to my life. When I struggle sleepily in to my carrel in the morning, someone in the common space has probably already started the tape of Stop Making Sense on the creaky old boombox. It's probably still playing when I'm back during my free period. That weekend, Remain In Light or More Songs About Buildings and Food are the background to another gathering at Phillip Abbott's house. When the movie comes out, Phillip and I take the #16 bus over to the Skyway Theater to see it. In a dingy gray cinema with indescribably sticky seats we are enthralled, and at the end he asks "Shall we stay and see it again?" and so we do (it remains one of only two times I have technically snuck into  movie theater.).  I will never in my life be as cool as any of the Talking Heads. Late this last Sunday, after a jam-packed weekend, Patrick and I go see the re-master at the Riverview. Sadly, my friend Dan wh