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First we'll have dinner at Pancho Villas (2539 Nicollet Ave. S. Minneapolis MN 55404
http://www.panchovillasgrill.com/) and then over to the clubhouse, aka Man-Ville (the Purity Bakery Building, 500 East. 36th Street) for fun and drinks. I will supply beer and some snacks at the clubhouse--we'll have music, movies, and fun over there. We'll have a great time! |
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Going to get dinner and maybe a drink or two the Independent! Please come along! |
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Let me know! Should be fun. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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If you're in the area give me a ring! Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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Yes Posted via LiveJournal.app.
Feb. 5th, 2009 @ 04:50 pm
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Heh.
In 2009,  chadvalentine resolves to... Tell my family about comic books. Cut down to ten computers a day. Take evening classes in linux. Learn to play the apple. Find a new raoulthegoatboy. Give some geeks to charity.
Jan. 4th, 2009 @ 03:39 pm
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| » It's been FOREVER--happy 2k9. |
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1. I'm going vegetarian. Not vegan, since I don't have that Green Lantern level of self-control, but I truly believe it is the healthier diet. Plus, it's an excuse for me to eat more indian food.
2. Quitting smoking for good--I know I don't smoke hardly at all, but I'm still not fond of it. No cold turkey this time though--I'm riding the Nicorette, lozenge, patch-lovin' train all the way to the end. (see Green Lantern in comment #1)
3. I love my wife. I love my friends. I'm very, very fortunate to have both.
3. 2008 was a great year job-wise, and a good year for personal closure. Things will be better in 2k9.
4. Hope your New Year is good, and that Christmas is great.
Jan. 2nd, 2009 @ 03:40 pm
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| » She mad me who I am...I miss her so much... |
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Sorry gang, this is a long one. My grandmother died last October, and I buried her and my mother recently.
It was hard, but not harder than anything we've all gone through. I love her, and miss her very, very much.
St. Vrain-Valentine, Charlotte (Jones)
Charlotte St. Vrain Jones Valentine...Our dear Mother and Grandmother, Charlotte St. Vrain Jones Valentine, passed on Oct. 9, 2007. She is dancing in Heaven in her fiesta dress! She was 86 years young, full of life and gracious to the end. She is survived by her oldest daughter Christina St. Vrain Valentine, grandsons Chad Eliot Valentine (and wife Hannah) Dylan Carrol Valentine-Fossum, granddaughters Charlotte Elizabeth Hecht, and Claire Iris St.Vrain Valentine-Fossum, great-grandsons Anthony, Corbin and Daniel and many friends, nephews and nieces. Sadly, her youngest daughter Carolyn St. Vrain Valentine passed on in January of 2008. She is greatly mourned and missed by her family. Charlotte was born Sept. 15, 1921 in Albuquerque, N.M. to James Jones and Maude St. Vrain Jones. The family was big sister Alma, brother Jimmy, Charlotte, little sister Mary Elizabeth, and younger brother Preston Brooks Jones, who became a prominent Texas playwright. She was very proud to be a descendant of the famous pioneer family the St. Vrains, Charlotte was the great granddaughter of Marcellin St. Vrain and Royal Red. Later in life, after teaching herself to use a computer Mom wrote an extensive family history of the St. Vrains and Jones families. Beautiful red haired Charlotte met handsome Lt. Carrol Valentine during the War and was married Dec. 23, 1941 in Seattle, Wash. They were married for 58 years until his death in 2002. Theirs was a true marriage of the heart and mind. "Val" was employed by Mountain Bell, and in 1962 the family moved to Boise. Charlotte liked Boise "it reminded her of Albuquerque" she would say. They made a good home on North Cole (yes the house with the Totem pole in front)! They were happy there for 38 years. Mom was an expert seamstress and quilter; her quilts are prized in the family for their colorful beauty and "tiny, tiny stitches"! She always had "projects" going and was very creative, whether building a kitchen table, sewing up all of her daughters beautiful prom dresses or growing flowers. She loved to "dig in the dirt". She loved little dogs and birds. She was very witty and constantly worked crossword puzzles and logic problems and read, she was intelligent and "sharp" all her life. She loved "reparte" and Scrabble! Mom charmed all who knew her, she was generous but thrifty, kind, spoke her mind, and was loyal to family and friends. She encouraged us all to be strong and to do what was honorable. She taught us by example. Val and Charlotte moved to the "Long Branch" house in 2001. Mom took care of Dad all through his illness, until his passing May of 2002 at 86. Having some health issues herself, Mom was making plans to live close to Chris, but a sudden bout of pneumonia surprised us all. Mother, who so loved life, joined Dad and Aunt Bette and "Mamu" on Oct. 9, 2007. She is always in our hearts. We love you Mom. Private services have been held. Arrangements were under the direction of Summers Funeral Homes, Boise Chapel. Thank you friends of Charlotte and Val through the years, especially Allen Derr, a true friend to the Valentine family. Condolences may be sent to the family in care of Christina St. Vrain Valentine, 5265 N. Syracuse Street, Portland, Oregon 97203.
Sep. 30th, 2008 @ 11:54 pm
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no staging, no lighting, just at the office. I'm cold.
Sep. 30th, 2008 @ 05:06 pm
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| » 09/26--Come to my birthday! |
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Time for my birthday party--the actual day is on the 25th (Thursday), but we're celebrating on the 26th (Friday). Should be a good time.
It will consist of...
1. Dinner at Pancho Villas at 7:00 PM
http://www.panchovillasgrill.com/
It's at 25th and Nicollett, and is a wonderful place, full of character (the good kind!), with good, reasonably priced food and great drinks. I love it. I'll make sure I have reservations based upon about how many folks I think are coming...
2. ??? (not sure if I'll even need/want something in-between--might be nice to go out in public to officially wave my youth away).
3. Drinks, music, movies, whatever at the Purity Building Building, AKA the Clubhouse
500 East. 36th Street (5th Avenue South and 36th Street)
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&rlz=1C1GGLS_enUS291&q=500+E+36th+St,+Minneapolis,+Hennepin,+Minnesota+55408,+United+States&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&resnum=1&ct=title
Those that hung out with us on New Years will recognize the place. It's the converted art studio my friends use as their swingin' private club, and have generously offered to let me use it for birthday shenanigans. It's got liquor, beautiful decor, and plenty of couches for most everyone to sit down and hang out. There will be plenty of drinks around and I figure we could probably order pizza or something in case anyone shows up late or is hungry after dinner.
This is the general plan, but if anyone knows of anything they think might be more fun, I'm completely open to suggestions. Hope to see you. Feel free to wear whatever you want, but I'll be dressed up a bit.
Sep. 12th, 2008 @ 10:04 pm
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| » What should I do for my birthday? |
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Eh?? throw ideas at me!
Aug. 27th, 2008 @ 05:50 pm
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| » The Idaho trip... |
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It was much funner than I thought it would be. Saw many old friends. Saddened, slightly, by the state of the Old Home Town, but they deserve it.
See, Boise is a western city, in all senses of the word. They have no public transportation--none, the bus runs two routes, and gas is the 3rd most expensive in the nation in a place where no one makes that much money. The amazing part is, all these guys that used to talk about cars are riding bicycles now--ALL OF THEM. I have never seen so many old-school country boys so excited because they have 'X' kind of bicycle and this kind of leather saddle (it's still out of an Eastwood movie kids). Guns were talked about too.
Understand, All this liberal "claptrap" about firearms we squabble about in Minneapolis were politely ignored and put to bed decades ago in the Potato State. You can, legally, carry most any firearm on your person most anywhere, though most places reserve the right to tell you "No, leave that in the car, thanks" if you try to carry it in a public place. it's odd to see that downtown has become so Californian, and yet, as of less than a decade ago I saw a biker asked to leave his shotgun inside his vehicle holster on his motorcycle outside Mulligans--with the bike parked right outside the door. He did so with a heavy sigh, and then went in and ordered a vodka Red Bull. The speed might leave the biker, but the biker never leaves the speed.
I saw my nephews--they are healthy and beautiful, and I spoil them every time I see them. Bought presents for the entire family--I really don't see them enough, and I am my grandfather's son, so sometimes I show my love with money. They were good gifts too--videogames, electronics everywhere-I'm that cool uncle--but it made my heart warm to see my youngest nephew play with the Incredible Hulk *all week*. Little guy took it everywhere--the park, the river, restaurants. My sister said it was his new favorite toy. He's autistic, and full of love, but doesn't talk much, and him hugging me and saying "I love you Unca Chad" made my damn week. Anthony will be an engineer someday, he builds everything in his mind's eye--he's a genius. Corbin--he looks EXACTLY like me at his age, only much better looking. that kid is gonna be dangerous.
Saw a few old friends I knew, and a few I'd forgotten, due to my monstrous long-forgotten scenester ways, and I admitted being ashamed of them, and due to the quality of their character I was immediately forgiven. Had a few old friends buy me drinks. Took my young cousin to a good night out, and I became that Overbearing Relative, who instantly consumed any and all drinks and threatened with chromosomoal harm any being who bought her such and approached her. I swam in the pool I rented, and baked in the hot Idaho sun.
I buried my grandmother's and mother's ashes, some of later's which will go to New Mexico and get thrown in the wind of different sands. I cried a little. I spoke for Her, and her, and cried very slightly, but they were my tears, which I gave to the desert for both of them. I ate generally mediocre food. A young and tiny punk thing approached me and apparently wanted me to take her somewhere else, and was surprised that someone with my kind of ugly was married. She then hid her insecurities by asking about my penis, my preferences, and then said she wanted to have sex with my wife, which were all ignored, scolded, and laughed at in turn. She then lost her phone, and her best friend took her pants off in the bar. That night will be talked about for weeks, and for me it was a Sunday.
I'm happy to be back, though part of me feels that my mom got one last expensive trip out of me. I wanted to go to Canada. Sometimes, I feel like I'll never cross the border. I've missed Mexico and Canada twice each now. I need a real leave of absence, like a month or more.
Aug. 27th, 2008 @ 12:32 am
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Nazi Germany didn't like Freemasonry--they considered it a threat against the state. I am lucky to be neither German, nor in my 80s, but it was a very sad thing.
http://mill-valley.freemasonry.biz/amermerc.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holocaust_victims#Freemasons
http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&ModuleId=10007187
I've got it pretty easy compared to others. I'm ashamed of nothing.
Aug. 27th, 2008 @ 12:05 am
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| » M.O.D.O.K. Encounter Chart |
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M.O.D.O.K. Reaction Chart
on d6
1. KILL
2. KILL
3. KILL
4. KILL
5. KILL
6. Tea Party
thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) discoflamingo for the idea.
Aug. 20th, 2008 @ 03:46 pm
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| » Are you going to the Rehersal Dinner tonight? |
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cloudscudding and elfdope have graciously volunteered to take us there, but we're stuck for a way back. Can anyone oblige? Will pay for gas!
Jul. 31st, 2008 @ 11:35 am
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Definately going out tonight. BUT WHERE?!
Jul. 29th, 2008 @ 05:02 pm
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| » Writer's Block: Your First Record |
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Easy. Never Mind the Bollocks.
Either that, or Bridge over Troubled Water.
I was a very, very confused child.
Jul. 18th, 2008 @ 09:23 pm
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| » when you die... |
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have you ever thought or put a plan into action for how to handle your earthly remains when you die?
Stranger in a Strange Land brings up lots of feelings in me, but it's likely that's only so because of the family resemblence.
many, many people I have known were cremated. my grandfather, grandmother, mother, all cremated. a few friends and acquaintences who died via misadventure, as well. Hunter Thompson was cremated and shot out of a cannon. it hardly seems like the most environmental choice. people are just chock-full of carbon. it's like nuts in a Snickers bar. I might consider it a personal point of pride to have raised the global temprature a millionth of a degree, but I wouldn't be around to nod approvingly and shout 'YES! YES!'
I've never really thought about it until I was talking with my sister recently. she was terrified to look into my mother's jar of ashes--'i might find a toe in there!' I assured her this wasn't true, and she faded into a segue about her recent divorce.
I think, maybe, I would like to be turned into a combustant of some sort. preferably a vibrationally sensative explosive. then used to destroy a non-alcoholic brewery, or a cannery that packs decaffinated coffee. failing that, freeze my head, burn the rest and shoot me into Canada. if I can't conquer the Northern Menace, they'll at least inhale me.
Jul. 18th, 2008 @ 06:46 pm
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If anyone's downtown after 5 and wants to grab a drink downtown, I'll be wandering the streets like some kind of clean shaven, tie-wearing, devilishly handsome vagrant.
Jul. 18th, 2008 @ 04:16 pm
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