(Right hand raised, swearing on the hard copy)
The Wawina Pact
The Wawina Pact
October 12, 2008
12:– PM CST
Written and signed with a sworn oath with one Patty Healy-McMeans in a very posh shack in Wawina, MN.
The City of Wawina, MN is not a city. It is a strip of houses clustered around a heavily worn highway somewhere northwest of Minneapolis. The only indication that Wawina, MN exists is the corrugated metal shed with the words “TOWN HALL” emblazoned on it. What a perfect place to figure out the new parameters of my life.
As I’m writing this I keep thinking back to the various phases in history which have been shaped by various pacts, accords, and treaties… all beginning with a certain city in their title. The Treaty of Versailles. The Yalta Conference. On and on. Where those pacts charted out the courses of millions of lives – from very real places (Yalta is beautiful), Wawina is no where and the pact bearing it’s name charts only the furthering of my own endeavors.
Article One:
Learn to Speak French. Easy.
Article Two:
Become physically active. No-one loves a Jabba-the-Hut that isn’t Jabba-the-Hut.
Article Three:
Reinvigorate your practice as an artist. However, this must be done without a focus on production. Instead, research, reading, writing, looking at other work that has been floating on the periphery of my vision. That’s the ticket.
Article Four:
Purchase/Adopt a companion animal. Kitten. Free Kitten.
Article Five:
Rediscover the Twin Cities by pretending you don’t live here. Act like a tourist. Never go to the same bar twice in a week.
Article Eight:
(previous articles not suitable for web presenation)
Stop sleeping with people you don’t really know. Qualification: three date minimum replaces three drink minimum.
I Andrew M. Schroeder here by swear to uphold the preceding articles.
October 12, 2008
..you had a three drink minimum?
Surprisingly… yes. Although if we’re talking shots it was more like two.
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