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Mateo
@bozodeluxe.bsky.social
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Minneapolis
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Documenting your garage art since 2016
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I don't know which of you heathens needs to know this, but christmas trees are back this year.
Christmas Trees tightly wrapped in netting, leaning to and fro inside wooden bins.
November 28, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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Me, today.
A man with an amazing bowl haircut, dressed in black, sitting at a table, holds a glass bottle of orange pop and says "A man is grateful."
November 27, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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Nearly every time I look up what these Seward addresses look like today, it's all, whoa, they really did decide to rezone a bunch of blocks in Seward. Stardust Lanes, you can stay. Get bent, everyone else.
screen shot of the same address in the quoted post. Where there was once a funky liquor store: A large building with large glass windows and huge text "Zel's Moline Liquor Store" "We Feature National Brands" "We deliver". Now it's a parking lot in an industrially zoned area.
November 27, 2025 at 7:41 PM
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Snowing in Eagan
Picture of a tv screen showing the view of a dock door entrance in Eagan. It’s mostly asphalt, but against the wet black surface, there are little flakes of snow falling past the camera lens.
November 26, 2025 at 3:24 AM
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If you're into ceramics/pottery, be sure to check out Mark Pharis's aesthetic arc. Started out as a straight ahead MacKenzie-ian studio potter, then slowly morphed into a handbuilding color wizard. If we in The States had cool awards like Japan's "Living National Treasure", he'd be one!
A ceramic vase, pieced together from three geometric shapes: the foot, a belly, and a open-coned head. At the neck, on each side, two half moon "handles". The pot is mostly white, with wedges of black on the points of the belly and dark green sort of folding down from the mouth of the vase.
November 24, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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A feeling swept through me that, while there are many things I’ve learned and forgotten once, twice in my life now, I’ve been fluent in and forgotten almost all things dinosaur. Once, as a boy and again with *my* boys.

A little plastic reminder to treasure the things you know when you know them.
Sitting on top of a large box, a little orange plastic dinosaur. The one with the big pompadour bit of bone atop its head. A dopey plant eater. One of those
November 24, 2025 at 12:50 AM
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In this week's New Yorker, an absolute banger by DA Powell: "Senescence"
Senescence By D. A. Powell Just as I come to know a thing it's gone again. What's in my heartwood in my head, brashy, ashy, friable, crumbled colors. Dormancy. Of matter, of leaf, an orderly degradation. I have come to measure the dark, not just the frost and not the lack of light. The uninterrupted dark of which the winter is a small part. A contraction of the corona, catch in the windpipe of the old organ, organ of the old windpipe, pipe of the pileated woodpecker pecking a whole hole in me. Yellow, orange, brown. The greens break down, the chloroplasts depart. Each leaf losing its factories from the outside in, its faculties I seem to mean, from edge to artery, the last gold somewhere in a vein of no use now. Abscission is a nice way to say the natural cutting off of things. A wounded limb where leaf scar gives way to bud scale, safeguard, night nurse, attending orderly of the tender leaf below. It comes again the assent of spring first leaf first bloom first fiddle of the fiddle fern. I hated to lose the light, right when the frost and the xanthophyll make shatter lightning so plentiful wind shaking the old boughs tambor style I do not gentle into any any. Any one leaves and another moves in. New twigs. New nest. Sometimes a whole new tree in another life in another fall from another book in another tongue and what world, this one? This one? This one, maybe. Maybe the last page torn off so it can't be read so it cannot happen (have happened) yet
November 22, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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It has been a long, long week so here is a very short video: My grandmother, behind the camera, shooting a moment from my mother's 4th or 5th birthday. That is, until my grandfather strolls into frame, pounding a beer, and she absolutely looses track of the primary narrative.

Cheers!
November 21, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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For a couple of enchanted years, this was the view from my office.
view of a green grassy knoll, the grass covered in dew. the rising sun off to the east left, out of frame, lights up the fall colors and mist hanging in the peaks in the distance.
November 18, 2025 at 2:14 AM
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What perfect album came out the year you turned 16?

A pretty stacked year! Lifes Rich Pageant, obviously. But, if we're defining "perfect" as "most re-wired your brain about what a song could be and what a band could be", this is the perfect one.
Jacket art for They Might Be Giants self-titled debut album. Pink sky above mountains in the distance. A twisty road runs from the upper right down to the lower left foreground. On it, a strange parade of floats (and maybe a giant cat) through a land of odd billboards. A house inside a fishbowl, etc.
November 17, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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After this week/year, in case anyone, for whatever reason, feels the need to self-medicate, this Scotch is pretty dang tasty.

I’ve seen it around for upwards of a 100 bucks a bottle at non-bodega liquor stores!

Cheers!
Purple canisters with bottles of GlenDronach Single Malt Scotch inside. Above them, a sign indicating a price of 59.99
November 14, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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Image of Bryan Ferry of Roxy Music, singing in front of a microphone. He has dark hair and an eyepatch over his right eye. In the background, extremely out of focus, is a back up singer. Ferry is singing "Fear is the narrative the city can't shake" to the tune of "Love is the drug I can't score"
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
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Things were LIT from a friend’s house in Mound!
A super bright ribbon of red center picture with long streaks of red flowing down and away. A slight bit of green glows at the bottom of the frame. A tree pokes in from the right. From a dock, Sheets of red light rise into the night sky. Green glows behind all of it and takes up the space at the bottom of the horizon. Across the lake, the tree line, house lights. The lake glows green reflecting the sky.
November 12, 2025 at 4:47 AM
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Lotta light pollution atop mount bodega but the iPhone long exposure caught little splashes.
Some faint northern lights captured on an iphone camera. In a grey sky, little splashes of green can be seen above brightly lit trees
November 12, 2025 at 3:28 AM
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Kirsten and Elizabeth talk about who has lost what underneath a sculpture of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Damage hovers over all of us, all the time.
A still from the television series “Station Eleven”. Two characters, Kirsten on the right and Elizabeth on the left sit IN THE MOST AMAZING CHAIRS YOUVE EVER SEEN in an airport atrium. Above them, from the ceiling, hangs a large sculpture representing the hull of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
November 10, 2025 at 10:08 PM
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This little Sunday Morning showdown made me chuckle.
Picture taken out the back window of, in the lower left corner, a white standard poodle, Waffles, staring at his neighbors across the alley, two white dogs of unknown origin and unknown names, staring back at him. They're both wearing red doggie coats.
November 9, 2025 at 2:43 PM
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Head's up suburbs! Just 'cause ya boy won, when you come in to town for a Vikes game or your brother-in-law's wedding, don't think you won't have to see one of Minneapolis' 27 unhoused or a person in a hijab.
A screen cap of featured stories on the Star Tribune website. Under a heading "Minneapolis", a head line "Frey posts strong showing in first-choice votes. but it's not over yet." Below that, under the heading "Suburbs", a headline "Minneapolis City Council progressives hang onto majority". Help me: why would you put that headline under "twin Cities suburbs"? What in the hey-ho is going on here? Why would the suburbs give a
November 5, 2025 at 7:23 AM
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Don’t know that the ol’ yard sign can make it another term exposed to the elements and haphazard teenaged lawn care so, if we could take care of this Mayor problem today, that’d be great.
Picture of a “Jacob must go!” yard sign in autumnal South Minneapolis.
November 4, 2025 at 8:26 PM
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Jack White in a blue suit, playing a light blue/grey guitar. He’s singing into a microphone. With the quoted post, it appears he’s singing “wet leaves on a recycling bin lid” to the tune of The White Stripes’ “Dead Leaves and the dirty Ground”.
November 3, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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Wandering a clinic out in the Burnsville boonies and had the pleasure of happening upon a lovely wall sculpture made by my friend, Maren Kloppmann!
A wall sculpture made up of squareish, rounded-edged ceramic “pods”, three high and nine long, forming a wide rectangle. The pods around the perimeter are glazed black on their outer edges, the interior edge of the glaze line is sharp, distinct, forming a clearly lined rectangle out of each pod. The inside of the white rectangle has splotches of color: gray, white, light ochre. So, inside the sharp edges, the pods create a soft, organic cloud or landscape.
October 31, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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Remember when I said shit was going to get weird as the bodega looked for any and everything to simply fill pallet positions?

Shit just got *weird*.
Rolls of yellow wire for running electrical in houses stacked four high and four wide.
October 30, 2025 at 2:44 AM
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Jake the Dog takes garage form. #southminneapolisalleys #mplsDérive
A big, faded yellow garage with a gambrel roof (sort of a softly angular arch like you would see on a barn). There are two windows about a third of the way up the garage wall that could be eyes on face. There’s a red fence on the right, behind that some green brush/small tree, a few branches of which reach out to touch the garage. Black asphalt in the foreground, razor sharp blue sky behind. It really does look like Jake the Dog from Adventureland is attempting to look like a garage.
October 26, 2025 at 5:54 PM
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Took just over a year but, the other night, one of the garages from the garages garage was liberated. I can't blame them: It was a picture of the garage painted with Catbus from My Neighbor Totoro!
A faded, beige (I guess) garage wall. Paint is cracked and peeling; some bare wood showing where big flakes of paint have fallen off. There are canvas prints of photos of garages hung on the garage, but where you can see all the sad paint, you can also see a screw in the wall and a space where a photo print once hung, but was taken.
October 26, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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Just got this shot of the bridge on Tuesday, complete with dramatic clouds!
Photo of the Canal Street lift bridge. Two steel towers rise from the banks of the south branch Chicago River. Steel beams criss-cross into Xs. A steel beam bridge sets low to the water. In the center of the bridge, sits a small house-looking shed. the sky is cloudy except for a bright opening to the left of the bridge where blue sky pops through
October 24, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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Picture Timothy Chalamet in a t shirt and jeans, Wes Anderson in a light blue suit, Da Queen Tilda Swinton in an electric blue pant suit situation and Bill Murray in light blue shorts, a button up short sleeve shirt of incomprehensible paisley and a hat.
October 19, 2025 at 4:17 PM