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MN Blog Cabin Roundup, 11/2

Making the Twin Cities more bike-friendly, who’s the real (fake) lumberjack in Wisconsin’s CD7, race and the Timberwolves, and more.

Beyond Park and Portland

from by Brendon Slotterback

Rather than [build Twin Cities bicycle infrastructure] piecemeal or opportunistically once a repaving project pops up, we should begin planning a coordinated system that not only serves heavily traveled routes (and meets other design requirements of cycletracks), but a system that is attractive because it’s a connected network, not a series of facilities that starts and stops haphazardly…

Wisconsin’s 7th District: Who is the *real* fake lumberjack?

from Minnesota Brown by Aaron J. Brown

OK, so, this can’t possibly work, right? Sean Duffy is the real fake lumberjack. Kreitlow is the fake fake lumberjack. Or do two fakes make it real? Ahh, that must be so, for the Duffy campaign responded by re-editing Kreitlow’s deliberately bad lumberjack antics into a negative ad.

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from Barataria by Erik Hare

I love my nation in a different way. I love the United States as I do my children. Just when it seems incredibly lazy and frustrating, my nation does something incredibly smart or kind or creative that reminds me why I love it so much. Its imagination and possibility is so much more than I can ever hope understand. I can’t help but be proud of it and gladly nurture it the best I can, hoping that I’m at least adequate.

Timberwolves: White on purpose?

from Old and in the Way by Gary Sankary

For the Timberwolves, the current roster is the best they could cobble together, and by chance it happens to be pretty white in comparison to the rest of the league, it’s also pretty white compared to previous editions of the Wolves. But I do not for the life of me believe this has anything to do with race, not in this instance.

Prairie prose & photos during the season of harvest

from Minnesota Prairie Roots by Audrey Kletscher Helbling

I NEVER TIRE of the big sky and infinite land that stretch far before me as I travel back to my native southwestern Minnesota. I wonder sometimes how I ever could have left this place that brings such solace to my soul, such respite to my heart, such peace to my mind.