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
It is right under my nose then, they are everywhere!
From 1954 - "At least three miles and perhaps more for measure,
From the Pioneer Press lies the Carnival treasure.
And if you really want a clue,
The river's between a smokestack and you."
These may be the balls you are referring to:
From 1993 - "You can see them
If you look up high.
Some perfect circles
Are in the sky."
And welcome Sue, to the Crew!
If you were to tack westerly on the river, you would be going "UP" stream. So say the "stack" refers to Island Station, or even Landmark brewery not too far away, if you tack westerly from IS you run right into Lilydale. The Figures Grand could be the large grain silos on the north side of the river that seem to point in a line toward the island. Maybe its on Lilydale west of the railroad bridge (dashes?) off the trail?
Thoughts?
For now.
But what do I know, I can't even choose a good vacation spot :wink:
Though, in typing that I realized if one stayed on the same level, the river, and tacked up river to the western side, you'd come to an ilandish area.
So now I'm not so sure...
Guess I'm still torn between to parks.
:pbpt:
Anyway, the previous editor of the PP, Deborah Howell, was a tiny, Elizabethan woman who swore like a sailor. She was nicknamed mother and oversaw the PP's two Pulitzers.
Our mother (her) once blessed us (the PP) with twins (the Pulitzers)
I'm sure this noodle is right. But, so what? There are like 6 parks that are near Howell in St. Paul but it doesn't intersect any of them. So, maybe it is something else. She left the PP in 1990 (a Como hunt, by the way). She was well-regarded. There are lots of obits and memories about her you can find online.
She was stepmom to the Coleman bros.
She died in New Zealand after being hit by a car
She was going to start a drawing class in her retirement
She left the PP to go to Newhouse and then to the WA Post, where she was ombudsman
Blah blah blah
:litesmile:
http://www.citypages.com/2009-02-18/news/meet-the-vulcans-the-twin-cites-most-controversial-partiers/1
I don't know about the memorial. Someone else will have to get on that one.
http://www.citypages.com/2009-02-18/news/meet-the-vulcans-the-twin-cites-most-controversial-partiers/2
We should have done this the first time I posted this link :wink:
Debra St. Runs into Podvin Park in White Bear Lake
Tack
–noun
1. a short, sharp-pointed nail, usually with a flat, broad head.
2. Nautical.
a. a rope for extending the lower forward corner of a course.
b. the lower forward corner of a course or fore-and-aft sail.
c. the heading of a sailing vessel, when sailing close-hauled, with reference to the wind direction.
d. a course run obliquely against the wind.
e. one of the series of straight runs that make up the zigzag course of a ship proceeding to windward.
3. a course of action or conduct, esp. one differing from some preceding or other course.
4. one of the movements of a zigzag course on land.
5. a stitch, esp. a long stitch used in fastening seams, preparatory to a more thorough sewing.
6. a fastening, esp. of a temporary kind.
7. stickiness, as of nearly dry paint or glue or of a printing ink or gummed tape; adhesiveness.
8. the gear used in equipping a horse, including saddle, bridle, martingale, etc.
–verb (used with object)
9. to fasten by a tack or tacks: to tack a rug to the floor.
10. to secure by some slight or temporary fastening.
11. to join together; unite; combine.
12. to attach as something supplementary; append; annex (often fol. by on or onto).
13. Nautical.
a. to change the course of (a sailing vessel) to the opposite tack.
b. to navigate (a sailing vessel) by a series of tacks.
14. to equip (a horse) with tack.
–verb (used without object)
15. Nautical.
a. to change the course of a sailing vessel by bringing the head into the wind and then causing it to fall off on the other side: He ordered us to tack at once.
b. (of a sailing vessel) to change course in this way.
c. to proceed to windward by a series of courses as close to the wind as the vessel will sail.
16. to take or follow a zigzag course or route.
17. to change one's course of action, conduct, ideas, etc.
18. to equip a horse with tack (usually fol. by up): Please tack up quickly.
—Idiom
19. on the wrong tack, under a misapprehension; in error; astray: His line of questioning began on the wrong tack.
The Watcher, a sculpture by Zoran Mojsilov
 In 1994, the neighbors of the North High Bridge Park were faced with the quandary of what to do with the remaining rock from the construction of the garden walls in the park. Joe Landsberger, project coordinator, knew of a sculptor, Zoran Mojsilov, who worked in stone. Zoran was born in Belgrade, Yugoslavia.
The Watcher
a poem by Joe Landsberger
My park is alive with stone,
bone of earth,
structure of life
Native blood course below
Spirit wind glide above
Images! Ancestors!
guide my hand
mold the walls
fill the earth
plant the seed
make the gardens