does it come in black?

OKAY americans rb this with what state u live in and do u wear shoes indoors or not. i need to know

The main reason y'all are single is because you keep inventing arcane categories of girlfriends somebody’s always logging in and making a post like “where’s my protestant emo gf who loves dove-hunting and manual labor!!” like either move to Minnesota and find her or take it down a notch

Will you can’t just leave something like that in the tags

this ain’t me but this woman does live here. hurry up and come find her before it gets cold.

reblog this and put in the tags where youre from and what temperatures you think are too hot and too cold to go out in

Minneapolis by Caleb Blodgett

Powderhorn Park is a residential neighborhood of Minneapolis, Minnesota, consisting mostly of single-family homes, duplexes and some low-rise apartment buildings. The community’s eponymous park system and lake — shown at the center of this Overview — hosts local sporting events, community education classes, and ice skating in the winter.

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Duluth, Minnesota by George Ilstrup

Lake Superior Fucks

I was looking up some stuff about roadside America, and want to warn you about this thing if you’re ever in northern Minnesota:

I know it doesn’t look that scary, but at night, it’s eyes glow red for some ungodly reason and it is absolutely terrifying to be driving down a lonely highway in the dark and see two glowing red eyes staring at you from 20 ft up.

I know NOTHING about sports traditions but only learned what a “mascot race” is just this minute, and also learned that a mascot race sponsored by Target is notorious for how “creepy” the mascots are

So naturally Target is holding a vote for a new character and they have gone DELIBERATELY SCARIER and I couldn’t have done better myself and I cannot pick a favorite

who do I support here, can’t it be all of them, can’t they all exist

We were listening to The Nutcracker on the highway yesterday and this happened. Enjoy the March of the Snowplows

i love accidental aesthetic shit

oh my god.

let me share a memory with y’all. it’s from i guess 1978 or thereabouts. it’s high summer. i don’t remember where my mom was driving me, in our avocado green chevette, i just know there was a traffic jam that turned 35w northbound into a parking lot from horizon to horizon.

picture it – wait, you don’t have to use your imagination, this happened all the damn time back then.

every one of those damn cars was burning leaded gasoline. there were no emissions regulations. there were no safety regulations. there were just thousands and thousands of detroit steel shoeboxes belching visible smoke as they idled, engines loud and hot, here and there a radiator giving up in the heat, a cloud of burning oil rising.

i, a smeet of five or six, was choking on toxic smog.

i reckon it was about a half hour into the traffic jam that i first threw up. i remember a blinding headache, i remember being confused, i remember dry heaving with my arms and head hanging out the window, the green metal of the car burning my hands and my chin. i don’t remember passing out, but i’m told i lost consciousness before mom was able to get to an off-ramp, because there were no emergency lanes on the highways back then.

i lived. and life went on. what were we going to do, complain? if i’d died, the cause of death probably would’ve been recorded as heatstroke, not carbon monoxide poisoning.

i know i’m probably preaching to the choir here on tumblr. but i really wish i could tell that story to the people who think deregulation is no big deal. i wish they’d put themselves in my mom’s shoes.

or even just look at some old pictures, then look out the window.

ever notice how cityscapes used to have that orange tint and hazy aura? yeah, that’s poison gas.

remember how the mississippi river used to be a stinking soup of baby-shit yellow sludge covered with disturbingly stiff rafts of light orange foam?

i can’t even find pictures of the sludge and foam, i guess they didn’t end up on the internet. the smell was indescribable. that oily shimmer. the reek of dead things. people didn’t boat on the river for pleasure; it smelled too bad, it was too ugly, and you could get super super sick if you touched the water.

and now look at it.

i still wouldn’t want to drink it, but if i fell in i wouldn’t bolt for the shower in a panic, you know?

if the thieving billionaires get their way, we can kiss those sailboats goodbye, and learn the smell of toxic foam once more. the ultra-rich won’t even feel the extra money, they’ve already got more than they could ever touch, they just stash it in offshore accounts to rot, but the rest of us will return to a time of neverending nausea and weird cancers. a time when every elementary school class had at least one kind who’d been born with no fingers or their heart outside their body, and this was just… the way things were.

i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to longpost. it’s just. god. y’all have no idea how CLEAN everything is now, compared to when i was a kid. and these rich old men are counting on that, on people not knowing or not remembering how bad it was before regulation, not realizing how much we need these protections until it’s too late.

NOW ON VIEW IN SPECIAL COLLECTIONS Rasslin’: Pro Wrestling at the Minneapolis Auditorium

The top photo of wrestlers Joe and Tony Stecher in the 1910’s shows wrestling as it still was at the time: A genuine athletic competition with specific rules and techniques. Once popular as a sideshow or vaudeville act, wrestling went into decline after WWI. But the transforming of the sport in the late 20’s into a kind of staged entertainment with rituals, mock combat and injuries, and predetermined outcomes renewed interest. “Competitors” were carefully packaged and presented, often with over-the-top personas, rivalries, and trash-talking.

Tony Stecher is credited with reviving wresting in Minneapolis in the 1940s. He moved to Minneapolis from Nebraska in 1933 to start his own promotion business in wrestling and boxing, and booked Bronko Nagurski, a pro football player turned wrestler, in his first match. The new Minneapolis Auditorium and convention hall, which opened in 1927, offered a prime venue for local boxing and wrestling shows, which started to draw huge crowds, thanks to Stecher’s promotional tactics and the abundance and popularity of local wresting talent like Vern Gagne, Abe Kashey, Joe Pazandak, Bill Kuusisto, and even women wrestlers like Mildred Burke.

Want to learn more? Visit Special Collections at the Minneapolis Central Library to view a display on Pro Wrestling in Minneapolis, including photographs, programs, and wrestling memorabilia from the Minneapolis History Collection. Photographs above from the Hennepin County Library Digital Collections.

No one cares Minnesota, please stop it.