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we tried to fly kites today. the first was a really cheap (free, in fact) one that amber had that looked like a butterfly. it didn't work too well, so i got out the big paro kite and put it all together, got new string and attached it, and it didn't work either. i was disappointed. we may have gotten it to work, but by that time there were dark clouds hanging over our heads, which only added to the ominous feeling created by the powerlines.
looking at the stars in como park leaves something to be desired. especially when i come home, look up, and realize how great it is to live in the country.
when i listen to bands like this it makes me want to write music so badly. then i try to and it seems that immediately i'm devoid of all creative energy. i find that my creativity follows no rules. sometimes i can sit down and be creative on a whim, and sometimes i can't. i suppose this is normal.
we are going to the minneapolis institute of art tomorrow. it should be fun. the last time i went there was a couple years ago, and even though i appreciated it, i think that i will appreciate it even more now.