Brian said, "Wait... Wait... Wait a minute."

Saturday night Brian and his girlfriend Josie came over to socialize and to eat ham and cheese bagels. At one point I asked him over to the computer to show him some of my mother's website (www.nanonore.weebly.com[new window]) she is a painter, draftswoman, and ceramist. Earlier that night we had all been talking about how after three generations of living a certain way, it becomes a family's universe. Whether it be only eating fast food, or piano lessons, after three generations that family is fixed until a great force shows up to change it.  We'd had a splash or two of whiskey as well so I took Brian over to my computer and showed him my mother's site. Saying something like, well if I were to have a kid, it will be the third generation, here's the proof.  Then it came.

"Wait... Wait... Wait a minute."
Brian stopped me and told me to go back. He was right. I never think about my mom's art. It just was always there. I didn't know how much they are alike until that night.
In the images below, my mother's art is on the left and mine is on the right.

Last summer Rachel and I were waiting for a bus downtown to take us to the State Fair, when I saw the Google Steet View Car slowly driving towards us. Should we pose? Maybe stage a breakup, or a wedding proposal? Well in those few seconds we decided to just play it cool. You can see it for yourself if you Google Search "735 Nicollet Mall Minneapolis" [new window]. When my friend Nicole saw this she responded, "You're now a location!". I like that, I also like to think that Rachel and I are the face of Nicollet Mall, albeit the blurry face.