from streets.mn by Lindsey Wallace
The Midtown Greenway is a major bike thoroughfare, with over 3,800 daily trips west of Hennepin Avenue. Humboldt and Irving are residential streets on which traffic calming measures, including reversing the direction of one-way traffic, have already been implemented. Residents don’t want people cutting through these streets to bypass Hennepin, so there’s not a ton of traffic. It doesn’t make sense to force thousands of cyclists stop for limited traffic we’re already trying to discourage.
from mnpACT! Progressive Political Blog by Dave Mindeman
DFL candidate for Congress in District 2, Angie Craig, stopped by our local DFL meeting in Apple Valley….and she answered some questions.
“How we put together the built environment within our public right-of-way determines much about how we can conduct daily life for years to come.” I can’t get this quote from civil engineer and bike advocate Fionnuala Quinn neatly out of my mind because it so eloquently captures the long-term significance of street projects for a community. As the Woodley Street project progresses, public meetings are now scheduled – the first meeting is tonight – so this is the time to think together about how we would like to be able to conduct our daily life along and across this corridor and move the conversation from costs (or perceived costs) to shared benefits.
from the MaccaPR Blog by Paul Maccabee
Until recently, 2016 candidates merely had to prove they could meet Constitutional requirements to be president (over 35, natural-born U.S. citizen, etc.), raise a war chest of up to $750 million, win 270 of the 538 electoral votes in the Electoral College, and convince voters that they’re capable of crushing ISIL, ending Iran’s race to develop a nuclear weapon, and transforming the U.S. economy into a full-employment paradise.
But now it’s clear that any credible candidate must also clear one additional hurdle: prove themselves to be master of their domain – their online domain that is – or face a public relations immolation.
from Family-In-Law by Michael Boulette
If our generation is going to make marriage work–and by that I mean make the law of marriage match our subjective value of what our marriages mean to us–we need to think beyond simple live-in arrangements, beyond prenups. We need to start purposely and proactively planning our marriages, with something like the same effort we put into planning every other aspect our lives.
from the Middle Stages by Amy Gage
My husband and I married in 1985. Ronald Reagan was president, Intel introduced a 32-bit microcomputer chip that year, and Amadeus won the Oscar for “Best Picture.”
Thirty years later, “we are still married,” to borrow the title of one of Garrison Keillor’s books. Our lives are intertwined physically and financially. We are parents and partners and, on the good days, good friends.
from Stubble by Tom Johnson
Stubble: What got you into the hobby originally?
Bruce: Well, I had the interest back in the ’70s and then I bought my first detector in ’82. It was good therapy because I was a Vietnam veteran and stuff like that. All through the ’70’s I had kind of turbulent times and this calmed me down. It was a great sort of relief thing for me. It’s a good hobby, I still like it.
from Thoughts Towards a Better World by Dick Bernard
A few days ago a short-notice invitation came to attend a Monday afternoon talk by Canada’s Governor General, David Johnston. I RSVP’ed, and at 5 p.m. yesterday about 150 of us spent a most pleasant hour with the Gov. General in a small auditorium within the massive Northrop facility at the University of Minnesota.
from Squeaky Green Machine by Heidi Van Heel
When people think of the prairie, images of flat and endless fields of farmland, tall and blowing grasses, and classic tales of pioneer life often come to mind. In west-central Minnesota, however, the Leif Hill Moraines (sometimes called “Leaf Mountains”) form an arc up to twenty miles wide and 200 miles long.
from Saint Paul by Bike by Wolfie Browender
The sound of a barking dog is common; the occasional cat’s meow routine; a chicken cluck infrequent; and most never hear the bleat of goats in Saint Paul — unless you’re near the intersection of Lexington and Juno Street. Lucas (Luke) Clapp and his dad, Hal, have been raising Nigerian Dwarf goats in their backyard at 1086 Juno Avenue for about a year and a-half. Charlotte and Luna are both females that the Clapps bought from a breeder in Orr, Minn.