30 March 2014
Quote of the Day: Tumblr
Seen here:
tumblr #1: tell me a story about how people survive in Minnesota. Because from my understanding it is a frozen, tundra-like, barren... well, not wasteland, but pretty close. With some targets.
tumblr #2: We wake at dawn because we can no longer sleep through the cold in our houses, the snow falling in clumps the size of baseballs.
Wind gusts shake the windows and icicles hang from the ceiling. We put on two pair of boots -- the regular boot and the government boot, which everyone receives before the first snowfall of the year. The Minnesota boot has 6 inch spikes to walk through the sheets of the ice that cover the land.
Only the eyes left exposed, to ensure that the cold of winter does not permeate our snow suits, which we make of old tarps and pillowcases stuffed with newspapers. They are all blaze orange so we can find the bodies of the frozen dead that litter our sidewalks. We travel in packs for safety, but if one falls, he/she is left behind to form a new pack or is eaten.
We walk together in hordes, blinded and freezing, climbing small mountains of snow and ice, until we see it in the distance: Target. The red sign is our winter sun, and it shines like a beacon across the horizon. We stumble toward it, rolling the last 20 feet across the parking lot because our legs have gone numb.
When we make it through the doors, emergency crews are there to wrap us in heat blankets and give us Starbucks. Some never make it this far. It is a perilous journey, but one we must make.
Together, from November to April, we are strong. We are cold. We are Minnesotan.
tumblr #1: tell me a story about how people survive in Minnesota. Because from my understanding it is a frozen, tundra-like, barren... well, not wasteland, but pretty close. With some targets.
tumblr #2: We wake at dawn because we can no longer sleep through the cold in our houses, the snow falling in clumps the size of baseballs.
Wind gusts shake the windows and icicles hang from the ceiling. We put on two pair of boots -- the regular boot and the government boot, which everyone receives before the first snowfall of the year. The Minnesota boot has 6 inch spikes to walk through the sheets of the ice that cover the land.
Only the eyes left exposed, to ensure that the cold of winter does not permeate our snow suits, which we make of old tarps and pillowcases stuffed with newspapers. They are all blaze orange so we can find the bodies of the frozen dead that litter our sidewalks. We travel in packs for safety, but if one falls, he/she is left behind to form a new pack or is eaten.
We walk together in hordes, blinded and freezing, climbing small mountains of snow and ice, until we see it in the distance: Target. The red sign is our winter sun, and it shines like a beacon across the horizon. We stumble toward it, rolling the last 20 feet across the parking lot because our legs have gone numb.
When we make it through the doors, emergency crews are there to wrap us in heat blankets and give us Starbucks. Some never make it this far. It is a perilous journey, but one we must make.
Together, from November to April, we are strong. We are cold. We are Minnesotan.
Labels: random weirdness
# posted by mamurd @ 9:41 PM 
