Mead's World
In Defense of Edina
I’m currently writing this editorial (?) naïve and proud of it at the library in Edina and other than being nervous at trying to put something I care about into practice I am also juggling several other things on my mind. This is after all the point of a piece like this; the somewhat randomized ventilation regarding something I’m feeling. I’m choosing the response to cities like Edina I always felt uncalled for by those in the indie rock pocket I frequented when my performance days and conventional rock format band days expired. In not performing in 6 years, having done almost no ‘’jamming’’ in such time, and most importantly being distanced from said demographic of people I have learned of Edina and prefer to love it.
What I want now out of life is more than I did at 23. I like that Edina is nice and well kept. There are children everywhere and crime is way lower. A place like Edina puts you give or take 20 minutes from farm land and give or take 20 minutes from a central downtown stadium in Minneapolis. It has balance as well as a lot less angry. This is coming from someone who is familiar to feeling angry with the world and the community I’m in. I felt similar in Arkansas. Now I find myself able to appreciate things about Arkansas.
I suppose more than anything this editorial (?) Is on the topic of war with cynicism. I choose to fight for my right to relax. I want to eat a high quality breakfast and not be surrounded by people always talking about how they hated ‘’the rich’’ or had it ‘’worse than whom’’. Where is the welcoming arms in such statements? Which are everywhere in certain circles I have known nothing about since choosing to not look up old friends or girlfriends online since 2020 (except for minor exceptions but thankfully I’m poor at it)
At this point the only thing I want is a life where I feel wanted and to feel I have a family and a place to go. The closest I have ever gotten to that is thinking about Edina. I think a lot about raising several goats and ducks. I try to stay busy and explore eastern orthodoxy (today because it changes often) and the German language (I’m in such a why bother state). I have a recipe for a sandwich that reminds me of a good time from childhood and some others somewhat similar. All I know is I’m not made for their youth. I speak of the youth that try and do hate on purpose and don’t be what they are. I hate against purpose and am trying to be who I am.
Now I can say I wrote my first piece for Mead’s World.
Mead’s Eats’: taste testing the The Black Forrest Inn
I loved my experience at this restaurant – loved it. It was large part sentimental. Everything I didn’t want to see in the neighborhood the Black Forrest Inn obstructed with a tall black fence. I was nervous because I don’t have any friends that speak German so I walked into the restaurant ‘’blind’’. It was a group of 7 people. They were all friendly. I got the Spätzle and Cheese Casserole and Black Forrest Chocolate Cherry Cake (torte?). I drank a beer that came out in a massive pitcher which was surprising. I got potential semi long-term acquaintances out of it so I’m simply satisfied.
the weektones
Ba Mir Bist Du Schoen – The Andrews Sisters
South of The Border – Gene Autry
Duane Eddy – Honky Tonk
A White Sport Coat (And A Pink Carnation) – Marty Robbins
Be Honest With Me – Gene Autry
Now concludes this weekly and very first edition of the Mead’s World newsletter. There are no sponsors but would like to thank KBRD out of Olympia for the music during these times. I am not proofreading because have BPD centric therapy in about 20 minutes. I also want to dedicate this printing to the daughter I do not have but want whether biologically or adopted; someday.
Vielen Danke - Gutten Nacht