Discuss the 2010 Medallion Hunt Here
13th Annual Rehash Bash and Other End of the Winter Carnival Festivities
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Newell Park Pavilion
900 N. Fairview Ave.
Saint Paul, MN 55104
11:30am-2:30pm
The 13th Annual Rehash Bash will be held on Sunday, January 31, 2010, at Newell Park, from 11:30am to 2:30pm. As always, its a potluck, and since we\'ve got the building, there will be plenty of power indoors for crock pots. Donations will be accepted to cover the $136 cost for renting the facility. MrMnMikey has some door prizes available. Since this isn\'t Super Bowl Sunday this year, if people want to stick around past the 2:30 closing time, we can start a fire in one of the fire rings.
In addition, many of us long-time Coolerheads are loyal servants of Vulcanus Rex. Join us for the Vulcan Victory Torchlight Parade, followed by the Vulcan Victory Dance. Information on the Parade Route is from the 2006 Vulcan Krewe. The best places for viewing the parade are going to be at the end of the parade route, as His Majesty, Vulcanus Rex LXXIII, the true King of the Winter Carnival, overthrows that other guy on the steps of the St. Paul Central Library, across from Rice Park
Conference Call Info for Clue 11:
There was no conference call scheduled for clue 10.
- Phone Number: 1-517-417-5000
- Pass code: 859597 (clue 12 may be different
- Everyone will be muted initially
- Lines open at 11pm
- lilslim will read the clue twice from start to finish
- After the clue has been read, she will unmute the call
- 60 ports are available for the teleconference
Line Placeholder Schedule
1/26/2010-
5-6 Redbear
6-7 Jake
7-8 Jerilyn
8-9 Kathy
9-10 Mikey
10-Clue Steph
1/27/2010-
12-1 Redbear
1-2 Andrea
2-3 Nimrod
3-4 jengerm
4-5 Barefootguy
5-6 Wicked Nick
6-7 Chris Digger
7-8 Art V
8-9 CM & Me2
9-Clue Sara
When January’s slanting snow,
Makes us dream of Mexico
St. Paul emerges from Wintery sleep
To search for treasure buried deep
Notice to every hunting battalion,
We have hidden the Pioneer Press Medallion
Where? You ask in husky shout,
That’s for us to know, and you to find out
Turn off the tube, leave your hovel
Grab your walking stick and shovel,
Whether you be giant or runt,
The only way is to join the hunt
For to the hunter belongs the spoil,
Hunt by day, or Midnight oil,
Hunt in boot and sturdy glove,
Hunt with pal, or old true love
For you who hunt each and every year,
We raise a lusty St. Paul cheer
“Good Luck”
And now, let us be blunt,
Get off thy duff, and hunt, hunt, hunt
Deed is Done http://tinyurl.com/CwMessage
Clue 1 http://tinyurl.com/Clue1Video
Clue 2 http://tinyurl.com/clue2videonew
Clue 3 http://tinyurl.com/clue3video
Clue 4 http://tinyurl.com/clue4video
Clue 5 http://tinyurl.com/clue5videonew
Clue 6 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F14Z7enoJmo
Clue 7 http://www.twincities.com/sharedvideo/?bcpid=58071989001&bctid=62974493001
All hail, O Fire King, of thee we sing
Thy blast of winter heat scorches
When ice was like concrete it would\'ve been so sweet
If the Vulcans plowed with their torches
Emerge from the den as we once again
Offer a bodacious bounty
And this tip to the frozen: bring thick lederhosen
To public land in Ramsey County
Clue #1 Video
Hear ye all crews, now come the clues
For this task I am the Czar
With each rhyming gift, this shape I will shift
Listen well to each avatar
Kissed by a Vulcan, she left him sulkin\'
\"Sir Soot, I\'ll not forgive these sins!\"
Her airs Elizabethan, her language, bleepin\' heathen,
Our mother once blessed us with twins.
Look high, look low, wherever you go
Follow a picturesque route
There are ways to travel away from the gravel
That keep you in hot pursuit
Code by Morse should set your course
To long dashes that dot the landscape.
You or your avatar should park your car
On your way to this great escape.
Take a westerly tack up from the stack,
A landmark most uncouth.
Figures grand in scale point to a trail
Of footprints left by our sleuth.
You\'ll want to go shopping where things are hopping
And storeowners once dropped anchor
Go down the main drag, but be sure not to lag,
You\'ll have plenty for which to thank her
Escape your troubles where the water bubbles
Or gurgles like a stream.
You may be chargin\' right up to the margin.
Look for a productive seam.
Down on the delta where there\'s no ice to melta
The purple horde raids a golden legion
Today before kick off the prize you\'ll pick off
If you search in just the right region
To find the seed, energy you need
In search for your clues to glean
What once was planted is taken for granted
Stored in one of fifteen
Not far from stones and ancient bones
Lay clues that are fit for Jim
Lure the egrets to yield all secrets
And you should satisfy him
Get your kicks by hitting the bricks
Admiring the trees and view
Be ever glad hopping pad to pad
Like amphibians in\'52
Stonehenge tumbled down near a crumbled town
Not far from the lights of the city
If you would hike away from the pike
You might stumble on something pretty
Upstream from the landing lay a place in good standing
Where people prayed, God willin\'
Now midst the cocklebur and rusted spur
Is nothing by murder and killin\'
This park is a sliver, from ancient beds to a river
In neither is the prize to be found
Look for the goods among timber and woods
Do not dig in the fossil ground
Go for a lark in Lilydale Park
Between Water Street and the river
The city boundary sign and the old rail line
Define the zone that will deliver
You\'re outside the pale if you\'re close to the rail
It\'s not to be found near the tracks
Be nice and cooperative, respect private property
On public land launch your attacks
Within this area lies medallion hysteria
A tangle near the river - not too close!
About four dozen paces from the waterline to places
Where you should tromp, dig and freeze your nose
Thanks guys...
I don't know what to say ...
at least for tonight.
I'm really fearful Clue 1, taken at face value, means just what it says: the Medallion is not inThe City this year, but out in Ramsey County.
There was a discussion about the use of "O" rather than "Oh" in clue 1. I found that "O" is used as part of a title of respect, like in O Fire King. "Oh" shows surprise or emphasis.
It could still mean something. I thought of the Fire on Ice racing on Phalen, which will probably be done in an oval or "O".
The rules for capitalization in a song title are the same as they are for any other title (poem, short story, etc.): first, last, and all important words. As for "Oh" versus "O," the single letter O denotes either a wish or a classically stylized address, as in "Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem." It is always capitalized, wherever it appears in a sentence (or title). "Oh" we use to express all kinds of emotions — tiredness, frustration, surprise, pain, etc.
Sheesh there are so many businesses willing to "take care" of our crew we'll be splitting our time everywhere.
Does anyone else think that the first silhouette looks like Albert Einstein? I think he was a pipe smoker (not sure about cigars) and I don't think he was known for wearing derby hats, but I found this pic.
Our deepest sympathies to Nicole.
:pbpt:
When ice was like concrete it would've been so sweet = "Cold Stone Creamery" (ice concrete sweet)
Cheer O Fire King
Cher-O-?
Nevermind. My brain is already reaching.
Joe Soucheray: Forget plows: St. Paul needs a fleet of trucks shooting flames
By Joe Soucheray
Updated: 01/02/2010 07:38:45 PM CST
So I was thinking as I was driving down Fairview Avenue the other day. Well, to say I was driving is to be too charitable to what we know to be driving, where you are in control of the steering wheel and all four wheels are in contact with Earth.
Driving is what they do in California or Florida.
I was railing, or riding the rails. The Christmas snowstorm that turned to slop left rails of ice. The ice captures the car, and you are, however momentarily, breathlessly slung or so helplessly freewheeling that you often are turned completely around and facing the direction whence you came, only to be slung, or slotted again. It's no use trying to drive between the rails, because ice is strong and the ice will win and the ice will push you back up onto the rails.
You can't really blame the plow jockeys. They couldn't very well compete with rain. By the time they came through many of the residential streets in St. Paul, it was Christmas night. And because the day was just warm enough to make the falling snow a stew of slush, the plows were left to heave up great waves of the stuff, turning a curb on, say, Lincoln into a frozen beachhead from the North Shore.
So I was thinking.
Why don't we have blowtorch trucks? Groundskeepers used to thaw out the frozen tundra at Metropolitan Stadium with some kind of flamethrower devices. Remember those things? They looked hauntingly medieval and terrifying, but they got the job done.
If we had a fleet of blowtorch trucks,
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they could follow the plows and melt down the rails. It conjures up a vision of brute, almost prehistoric, industrial might, blacksmith-like, but a truck shooting flames is pretty much in keeping with roads that would be criticized in Bulgaria, much less here in the supposedly prosperous United States of America.
It's probably not that bad of an idea. Somebody would have to work out the physics of the thing. Once, years ago, I poured gasoline onto the hump left by the plow at the end of the driveway. I thought it was a grand experiment, but the gas, once lit, just wicked itself away and left only a scorched stain on the already ugly ice.
What have we become when a man stands out in the street and ignites gasoline to melt the plow hump? Desperate, is the answer.
A blowtorch, it seems to me, could be more intense, a directed stream of flame to melt the rails. We've got to do something about the rails. At least on the main streets, we've got to do something about the rails. The side streets are shot until April. I accept that. They are so bad that we are forced to just barely crawl along to preserve life and property.
By property, I mean the car. We are destroying our cars. Nobody should be blamed or held accountable for driving the biggest car or truck they can find. For one thing, the bigger the car, the less intrusive the ruts and humps and rails; and secondly, you are much safer when the rails capture a smaller car, like mine, and send it sailing into your path.
I like small. Small works for parking and zipping around urban streets.
In the summer.
For the winter, you need something like they drove in the "Mad Max" movies, brutish things with iron grates for bumpers and knobby tires and flames shooting out in all directions.
For the taxes we pay and the winter we endure, we deserve better than rails.
Joe Soucheray can be reached at jsoucheray@pioneerpress.com or 651-228-5474. Soucheray is heard from 2 to 5:30 p.m. weekdays on KSTP-AM 1500.