Tag Archives: Minneapolis

Defining Teamwork, Moments, and Labels We Use In Western Society, In My Opinion

  Hello again, my name is Terry Scott. I write sometimes. I live in St Paul, MN. Please don’t think that my website is dirty because of the name. It is merely a name. Nothing much in it. Also, please … Continue reading

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some days

A foot-long Subway sandwich. Of the cold cut variety. Touching the fine buns in the shadow of some academic building in the heart of West Bank, Minneapolis. The Mississippi flushes by moving south. Garnishes had fallen on the ground before … Continue reading

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Some Truly Made-Up Stories about Learning and Inquiry

  “And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you — ask what you can do for your country.”  -John F. Kennedy “I don’t want people to think I’m a hypocrite.”  -GG Allin * Yeah, … Continue reading

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It’s Been Fun (He Was).

  Being a paid writer has killed me. Probably dirty terry (dt) is dead.  He died a while back.  I know this blog gets the most hits out of all my blogs, but the writer has been jeopardized.  There is … Continue reading

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Why your cereal tastes like shit

Usually, when a bunch of people walk through where I am located (mostly at the library), I wonder to myself, why? I wonder why they are here in front of me, why I am here inside of me, and then … Continue reading

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Span of Observation

There is no freedom like under a bridge, especially one that is near a vast and famous flow of water. I have found throughout the years, that I—myself, love sitting next to the Mississippi river on abandoned train bridges, while … Continue reading

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American Dishwasher

The best part of washing dishes in a damp red cracked-tile floor kitchen in Northeast Minneapolis was being gifted the most delicately cut, sumptuous, grease dripping, tender and juicy, salt and peppered, prime rib end scraps, sliced thick to perfection, … Continue reading

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