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It's been a while. Still alive. More later, hopefully soon.
Showing posts with label Bismarck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bismarck. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Local Politics Influencing the National, and Vice Versa
More on this Hoeven business.
As well, one of my grandmothers worked in the Bank of North Dakota for Hoeven, as well as the AG, Wayne Stenehjem, and Wayne's father, Martin. This entire state is invariably socially interconnected. We have no choice.
To distill the main points: Hoeven is a good man. Perhaps the GOP Republican variation of McGovern (you know, the flip side to South Dakota).
As well, one of my grandmothers worked in the Bank of North Dakota for Hoeven, as well as the AG, Wayne Stenehjem, and Wayne's father, Martin. This entire state is invariably socially interconnected. We have no choice.
To distill the main points: Hoeven is a good man. Perhaps the GOP Republican variation of McGovern (you know, the flip side to South Dakota).
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Hoeven (R) Enters Senate Race...
I thought you guys might be interested in this.
Arrived in Ulaanbaatar yesterday evening, after a 36-hour Trans-Siberian rail ride from Beijing to Mongolia's capital. Photos upon my Stateside return.
Arrived in Ulaanbaatar yesterday evening, after a 36-hour Trans-Siberian rail ride from Beijing to Mongolia's capital. Photos upon my Stateside return.
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Bismarck,
It's all making sense now,
North Dakota
Monday, January 04, 2010
Friday, January 01, 2010
Governing the Shovel
This isn't all that uncommon in North Dakota. Last summer I took in "Inglorious Basterds," and while getting popcorn looked over to see Hoeven in the same line.
Labels:
Bismarck,
Dakota Territory,
North Dakota
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Digging Out...



The neat thing is that when getting to digging out the last wheel, there's a distinct taste of blood that's worked its way up to the back of the throat (lung capillaries), this coupled (or contrasted) with the sharp cold air ripping down the throat with each inhale. Now it's off to dig out the folks on the north side of town.
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