Nirvana is where you find it.
MinnStF is an exclusive social club. To join, one must find spare time (ouch!) and claim to care about science fiction. Consideration for others is strongly encouranged as well.
The crowds gather bi-weekly. Usually, a sucker-elect hosts the meeting. But February 17th was different -- we had a pool party.
DDB, and my humble self moved in from my own party. Disliking chlorinated water, we settled on dry ground and stared at the other guests. The lure of the pool and hot tub brought out nearly everyone who ever heard of MinnStF.
Though sagacious elders make up most of the group, I persisted wantonly in portraying mostly the cute young of our species.
During the party itself, the youngest ones were a bit too elusive even for me. However, soon thereafter, their parents' assistance allowed me to render at least some of the adorable children.
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The goodness and innocence of youth is exemplified in this picture.
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The games that little boys come up with are often refreshingly original.
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Do you know where your lab rats come from?
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Since we are staring anyway, why not have another enjoyable look. The
belle in the viewfinder is an artist, yet she looks sane. Truly,
MinnStF denizens are a suprior breed. In addition to good looks, most
MinnStF-ers can claim urbane and gentle character. That makes them
good company.
The older generation at MinnStF has managed to outdo youngster in flamboyance and lack of predictability. Select few were not even supposed to be there in the first place.
Download this picture to find out why this man should have been born a lion.
Chivalry is alive and kicking. A fair maiden and her escort prove that much.
Some bring friends to the meetings. After all, should a UFO or Nessie
make an appearance, having someone to corroborate your story would be
helpful.
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Some couples were quite diverse.
Some showed up with an intent to make a sensation. In the contest for attention -- and affection -- of the other guests even jewelry becomes a tool of conquest. Click on this picture to learn how.
Yet, inspite of the worldly ambitions, the sense of piety prevails. Many wear crosses. Some wear it on a neck-band, others -- even more spiritually enlightened -- eschew conspicuous display of the holy object and wear it close to the "hara" (center of the soul located, naturally, in the belly).
Naturally, in every company would be people commited to either raiding the hosts' bookshelves or to bringing reading along -- no matter what other enticements the circumstances might offer.
Of course, most sane people would pay more attention to their friends than to the friends' books.
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Though taxed by many responsibilities, the Minstf regulars do not
willingly for go the opportunity to meet the like-minded
lifeforms. That is especially true about fuzzy lifeforms. And evermore so about friendly and relaxed sub-species.
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DDB, and my humble self moved in from my own party. Disliking chlorinated water, we settled on dry ground and stared at the other guests. The lure of the pool and hot tub brought out nearly everyone who ever heard of MinnStF. 
