
“You haven’t been antiquing, not really,” my mother told me recently, “until you’ve been to Anthony Scornavacco’s in St. Paul.” I had no earthly idea what she meant.
All that changed on Saturday.

“You haven’t been antiquing, not really,” my mother told me recently, “until you’ve been to Anthony Scornavacco’s in St. Paul.” I had no earthly idea what she meant.
All that changed on Saturday.

I’m no professor of natural sciences or anything, but that’s not really the point. I think everyone will have different answers, and it’s a hell of a fun icebreaker.
My guesses are below. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Anyone who remembers how to play a certain family card game named the Spanish word for “one” will enjoy my hacky version that I posted a few years ago to GitHub.

I made a fascinating discovery after updating to a fancy new flip phone back in 2005 — the photos it took made everything look like you were 100% peaking on acid!

In 1998 I recorded a song called Jeweler’s Dive. It was one of only a few jazz-inspired drum and bass tracks I made during my loungy, loungy period of the late ’90s. An edited version enjoyed a mini-celebrity on Terminal Beats, a compilation released by indie jungle Chicago outfit Forte Recordings. (Old school ruffians will remember Midwest legends 3D and Snuggles.)
Continue readingI took these pictures with my brand spanking new digital camera. You know, before we were all walking around with a bajillion megapixel cameras in our phones.