sobjectivity
Objectivity brings on the conditional.

Objectivity brings on the conditional.
The Saint Paul Union Depot stands tall with the charm of 1923 neoclassical architecture – at its entrance are huge columns and large glass doors, the grass inside the half-circle driveway contains tasteful, well-trimmed shrubbery, and when it’s not a wintry abyss across the metro area, flowers line the rim of the drive as well. Inside, the Headhouse is complete with beautiful shiny marble floors, huge windows both on the walls and overhead. A bridge over Kellogg Boulevard connects to the concourse where the station meets the tracks. …
How would you like to be a novelist by December? No, we didn’t say a good novelist – just a novelist.
Over the last 10 years, National Novel Writing Month has inspired thousands write their own book. Bound by 30 days and a goal of 50,000 words, these writers have overcome the madness that writing typically creates. The University of Minnesota’s own NaNoWriMo group is actively seeking out this madness. The group’s president, Eric Dolski, says the experience is a personal growth of sorts – a discovery process. It’s an opportunity …
The quiet opening of Wally’s Falafel and Hummus went by unnoticed, even to those who live in Dinkytown. But the restaurant’s manager, Bader Jaber, says he is taking things slowly and is in no rush to publicize the joint by plastering local lampposts with flyers and the like.
“Each day is better than the one before,” Jaber says. If one were to walk into Wally’s the day it opened, one would have assumed it to be a mediocre, sparsely populated Mediterranean eatery. There were no special promotions, no free samples, no alcohol involved. Just Wally’s. Take it or leave it. …
Buying books used is no secret among the university crowd – college is expensive. When book lists exceed ten novels or one textbook is $100, used, at the University of Minnesota bookstore, the budget gets tight. While Amazon and eBay lure consumers with low sticker prices, high shipping rates and two week turn-around times turn “great deals” into “minor inconveniences.” Not only that, the true condition of the book is subjective, especially when buying online. A book listed as “Used – Acceptable” that has “some …
i saw the same
fire truck
twice
as it rounded corners
and i took a wrong turn
guess i
was occupied
with pete’s smoke inhalation
though i was sure
he was fibbing
that old man runner
fresh out of t.p.
giggling girls and aerosol
defacing public places
hasn’t been
this much fun
since
identity theft
went out as the least
cool crime
(saudade)
so either
put your number
in my hand or
get off my porch
a transparent reference to
a song
by some battered vegetables
own it, he says
south african men, he says
in a sing-song voice
and i wouldn’t say so otherwise
but you
have a fucking beautiful name
She kept herself at a distance from the edge of the cliff. Her feeling when she approached it was careful and simple: I fear falling, so I tremble. Yet she did not fear death. It was the fear of surviving a fall that scared her more. Here she was, early thirties – already? Yes. Thirty-one, that’s early thirties. That aura of inevitability had not yet completely faded but she never thought her lack of fear of death was very much attached to the cliché of inevitability.
The fall would be maybe forty feet?
“Anna, are you alright? Do you want …