Ideas I have entertained after two weeks’ unemployment: substitute teaching, working at a pop-up Halloween store, getting my PhD, going to the Aveda Institute, working at LUSH, being a brand ambassador for Keurig coffee makers, bartending, rereading the Aeneid, joining Americorps, applying to law school, nannying, working at a call center, and learning to knit (again).

Is this going to be a monthly thing? Probably. Let’s just go with it. Here are some things on the internet that I think are pretty great:

• 61 Exceptionally Creative Wine Label Designs, via WebUrbanist. I’m huge a sucker for labels when it comes to picking out my grapes–my palate is still at that point where a box of Franzia sounds like a great idea, so I pick my standards where I can get them. I don’t think label design is a bad place to start.

• Feeling down about HHS Secretary Sebelius’s admittance that the public option is an expendable component of the Administration’s health care reform option? Pep up a little with this sobering but ultimately level-headed assessment of the situation on the ground from one of the best wonky blogs in the biz, FiveThirtyEight.

• My late, lovely mother grew up in Marshalltown, IA, which got a well-deserved spotlight in this restaurant showcase from A Hamburger Today, a division of Serious Eats. Taylor’s Maid-Rites are awesome–friends down in Iowa sent us boxes of them while Mom was sick, and they’re one of my big-time cravings.

• This guy, being awesome at a health care rally in New Hampshire.

• And this 15-second onslaught of manic Japanese advertising. CH-CH-CH-CH-CH

Entertain as many opinions as you may during this time, but let no one tell you that the free market cures all ills. Paul Krugman drops some theoretical bombs on that nonsense in a manner that’s easy to convert to dinner-table chit-chat:

Health care can’t be sold like bread. It must be largely paid for by some kind of insurance. And this in turn means that someone other than the patient ends up making decisions about what to buy. Consumer choice is nonsense when it comes to health care. And you can’t just trust insurance companies either — they’re not in business for their health, or yours…
The second thing about health care is that it’s complicated, and you can’t rely on experience or comparison shopping. (”I hear they’ve got a real deal on stents over at St. Mary’s!”)

Krugman can be a bit shrill sometimes (which is unfair to say, because who isn’t shrill on the internet), but by and large I love his plain-talk approach to big scary economic issues on his blog, Conscience of a Liberal.

I got (very appropriately) called out a few days ago for never updating this thing, and honestly, it’s not like I have an excuse. I’m deeply ashamed of myself. After graduating on May 16, I’ve spent the last almost-two weeks pursuing job leads for about two hours every day and then sitting around watching Intervention on demand for the rest of the afternoon. I’ve made remarkable strides in my Super Mario Galaxy game. Walter and I have become pals. And, yeah, I’m on the internet quite a bit.

Sorry to admit this, but Twittering is a lot easier–I can do it on the go, and it appeals to my 140-character attention span. I can also conveniently stalk Gov. Tim Pawlenty, Rainn Wilson of The Office, local master of glib James Lileks, and Shaq. And finally, as I said, nothing going on in my life right now is worth more than a Tweet. If you’re a fellow Twit, follow me here: http://twitter.com/nina_h

In local news, medical marijuana advocates are pushing for a ballot item in 2010. After considerable narrowing of the legislation that went through Minnesota’s House and Senate, giving access to terminally ill patients only, then a prompt and entirely predictable veto from Governor Pawlenty, the next option would be to ask the voters directly. Referendums like these are tricky, since a no-vote counts as a “no”–a group needs lots of boots on the ground to get people to not only vote “yes,” but to vote in the first place. Luckily, the national group Marijuana Policy Project seems to have the cash:

Since 2005, the group has spent nearly $900,000 lobbying the Minnesota Legislature with money raised at events like its recent fourth annual Playboy Mansion fundraiser. “While nobody’s drawn up a budget yet, our basic approach is we would spend what’s needed,” said Bruce Mirken, a spokesman for the group.

The Pioneer Press brings up an interesting secondary dimension of the situation in 2010, drawing parallels between Ventura’s gubernatorial win in 1998 and a constitutional amendment (Article XIII, Sec 12) to ease restrictions on hunting and fishing. Libertarian-minded voters flocked to the polls to keep the government out of their treestands and ended up throwing in for the libertarian-minded candidate. The amendment passed with 72% of the vote–and we got The Body.

It’s an interesting carrot-and-stick theory of voter behavior. Voters may find it a lot easier to go in for one, relatively simple issue rather than attempt to judge and choose gubernatorial candidates baed on a variety of often-complicated issues. But once they’re in the booth, they’re there–why not?

The opposite happened to me when I voted in Ohio in November. I went in to vote for Obama and checked off a couple of referendums along the way. So I suppose it goes both ways.

It’ll be interesting to see whether marriage equality activists apply this thinking to their own actions in Minnesota–and whether their opponents will, too. With our friendly neighbor to the south legalizing gay marriage and Tim Pawlenty making it pretty clear that he’ll strike down any gay-friendly legislative action here at home, I won’t be surprised if activists begin to beat the drums in earnest for a referendum of some sorts in 2010. Of course, a major move on gay marriage will provoke a swift and well-financed opposition campaign.

I guess all we’ll have to do is wait and see how things pan out. Either way, I predict 2010 will be an aggressive political year for Minnesotans.

Hey, Happy Easter, everyone. As Holy Week wraps up, please check out this lovely interview with Rowan LeCompte, the man behind the stained glass windows at the National Cathedral in Washington, DC. A notable quote:

I believe in kindness and love. And there are those who say that those are God. I don’t know, but I respect and love kindness and love, and worship them. And if I’m worshipping God, I’m delighted.

Wise words. Enjoy your Sunday.

I usually have a pretty kneejerk “la dee da” reaction to the idea conference TED–I think a couple lectures with waaay too many buzzwords kind of turned me off of it. But double amputee Aimee Mullins does a great talk on beauty, humanness, and disability, and has some really cool, sculptural prosthetics to show off.

One of my favorite ultra-nerdy niche blogs, FlowingData, just released this totally sweet post about Nokia’s recent collaboration with a couple of generative artists to promote a new smartphone.

Here’s my beautiful message, synthesized from input to my Macbook’s camera, mic, and an on-site text box. For the record, the input included flailing my hands, a coughing fit (thanks bronchitis), and the text take me home tonight!!!!!. I’m about as artistic as a shoe full of pudding.

In addition to creating beautiful messages, I went to brunch at Salut today, which was excellent. The quest for the perfect Twin Cities brunch destination begins. Salut gets good marks for providing a lot of good food for not a lot of money, a cute atmosphere, and a pretty low-effort location.

But the crowd’s a little, well, Edina, and also I can’t really handle the fact that their website asks you if you’d like to view it in French or English. I mean, I get the whole Francophile aesthetic and I think it’s pretty cute, but good god this is Minnesota, please get over yourself.

Can I Yelp about that?

When my 2nd(ish) grade class went on a field trip to a historic schoolhouse–Cahill School, for local reference, now overlooking Highway 100 from its perch across the street from a Perkins–we learned that its turn-of-the-century students used to heat up potatoes and slip them into their pockets before leaving their homes in the morning.

I have one response to that quaint frontier mindset, and it is heated pants. Marked down from $270 to the low, low price of $121. Forget flying cars; here’s the future we’ve been waiting for.

I refilled the birdfeeder yesterday.

A bountiful harvest.

Five hours later:

You pigs!

After a fierce windstorm buffeted Gambier last night:

SHIT.

And after poking my head out the window (and arming my little Canon’s ultra-zoom):

Well, that happened.

I’m glad I could find it, at least. That means it isn’t embedded in some poor soul’s skull.