tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35101926374748253132024-03-12T19:55:15.753-05:00Lincoln From a LocalAlyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-9902757206485877612015-07-10T12:00:00.000-05:002015-07-10T13:19:42.304-05:00Learn to Race a Sailboat—in Nebraska<div class="p1">
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I recently had the privilege of joining the <a href="https://sites.google.com/site/lincolnsailingclub/" target="_blank">Lincoln Sailing Club </a>for a day on the water (and some of it on land.) The occasion? Learning how to race a sailboat. They invited members of the <a href="http://www.lincolnypg.com/" target="_blank">Lincoln Young Professional Group</a> out to Branched Oak Lake, where we learned the ropes on their snipe fleet. </h3>
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Sailing, as I heard often throughout the day, is the most fun you’ll ever have—a simple but true mantra. The club’s official mission is to promote and encourage the sport of sailing and sailboat racing, something they clearly take to heart. </div>
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They welcomed the Lincoln YPG-er’s into the group and soon had us speaking some sailboat terminology. In just a few short hours, we knew the difference between tacking and jibing (ok, some of us—I was a little slow.) And by the end of the day, we’d all sailed in a bona fide sailboat race.</div>
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The 50-member club facilitates sailboat racing most Sundays, and the public is invited to watch. They also plan to host another sailing seminar this summer. Interested in joining the fun? Just <a href="https://sites.google.com/site/lincolnsailingclub/contact-us" target="_blank">contact a member of the Lincoln Sailing Club.</a></div>
Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-19681439466803599632015-07-09T20:18:00.000-05:002015-07-09T21:37:03.962-05:00Pioneers Park: A Self-Guided Tour<h3>
Pioneers Park is one of my favorite frolicking spots in Lincoln. Enjoy the green space and trails, but here are the 7 things you should really be doing:</h3>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">1. Marvel at the bison statue.</span></b> This majestic guy guards the easternmost entrance of the park, off Coddington Avenue. He foreshadows what’s to come, aka the real deal. (See number seven.) </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The majestic bison. Also probably the reason "Bison Trail" is part of the Lincoln bike system.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. <b>Continue to the Great Pillars of Ancient Lincoln.</b></span> Who needs ancient Rome when you’ve got the Great Pillars of Lincoln. They’re perplexing, pretty and provide shade. I’m all for them. I’ve also been told they’re a popular engagement spot. (In addition to the <a href="http://lincolnfromalocal.blogspot.com/2015/07/an-ode-to-sunken-gardens.html" target="_blank">Sunken Gardens</a>.)<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">3. Go sledding.</span> </b>There’s a great sledding ramp, just west of the main parking lot in the middle of the park. (Confused? See map above.) It’s more of a winter use thing, but I’m sure a blanket/burlap sack would work fine in the summer. Try it and let me know in the comments below. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">4. Check out the Nature Center.</span></b> This mostly applicable if you have kids, but it’s still cool without ‘em. The Pioneers Park Nature Center has been around since 1963 and, in addition to hosting exhibits, also has various activities available throughout the year. Night hikes, hayrack rides and other (mostly kid-related) events. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">5. Crash a car show.</span></b> Or at least, that’s what my sister and I like doing*. The open spaces of Pioneers Park attract all manner of family reunions, car shows and birthday parties. Just stroll through and act like you belong. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>6. Hit the golf course.</b> </span>I’m not a golfer. I’d consider a golf outing if, and only if, I get to commandeer a cart the entire time. But for the golf aficionados, Pioneers offers the oldest public golf course in Lincoln. The 18-hole course, <a href="http://pioneersgolf.com/" target="_blank">according to their website</a>, boasts the title of "most rounds played" in Lincoln.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>7. Go bison <strike>hunting</strike> watching.</b></span> I didn’t believe it until I saw them, but there are real, live bison in Pioneers Park. Part of the park’s mission includes conservation via wildlife sanctuaries, so I guess this explains their presence—if bison count as wildlife. </div>
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Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-85457407973914554782015-07-09T19:49:00.001-05:002015-07-10T13:21:38.484-05:00An ode to the Sunken Gardens<br />
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If you ask a Lincolnite for some of the city’s must-see attractions, the Sunken Gardens will probably be on their list. (It’s on TripAdvisor’s too.) Here are my five favorite things about the Gardens: </h3>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">1. It has an impressive backstory.</span></b> The 1.5-acre site was constructed in 1930 as a Depression-era project. (Maybe <a href="http://lincolnfromalocal.blogspot.com/2015/07/bike-lincolnand-bid-for-nebraska.html" target="_blank">Nebraska Mountain</a> isn’t so far-fetched?) Ok, cool story. Did I mention the 1.5-acre site used to be a dump? Slightly cooler story. The <a href="http://www.lincolnparks.org/what_we_do/tributes-memorials/sunken-gardens.html" target="_blank">Lincoln Parks Foundation</a> will tell you everything else you’d possibly want to know. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2. You can cuddle with a cat.</span></b> The Sunken Gardens cat is not just a legend; he’s the real deal. If you go to the Gardens, you’ve got a 50/50 shot of seeing (and potentially cuddling with) this calico cutie.. I’m a Millennial with an aversion to pet commitments, so this is as close as I get. Local tip: Garden Gary* loves mornings. If you’re cat stalking, swing by in the a.m.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">3. The people watching is sublime.</span></b> In addition to <a href="http://lincolnfromalocal.blogspot.com/2015/06/lincoln-summer-sounds-jazz-in-june.html" target="_blank">Jazz in June</a> and <a href="http://lincolnfromalocal.blogspot.com/2015/07/all-things-bluegrass-in-lincoln.html" target="_blank">bluegrass shows</a>, the Sunken Gardens has some of the city’s best people watching. For the novice people-watcher, check out this <a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Begin-People-Watching" target="_blank">Wiki tutorial</a>. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">4. You can fill your smartphone to capacity with flower photos.</span></b> And you won’t be the only one doing so. Visitors stage senior photos (last week featured a ballerina), family shots and even video montages. Volunteers rotate the flowers as the seasons change, meaning you’ll be missing out if you only visit once a year. I’m definitely not a horticulturist, but I do appreciate the variety. The Garden’s big puffy white flowers, I just learned, are hydrangeas.</div>
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My first experience rock climbing was in Colorado. In a rock-climbing gym. Among some of the city’s elite climbers—the people who scale a wall in seconds, compete on the weekends and spend their free evenings outside with a harness. </div>
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It was only semi-intimidating. So when I showed up at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln’s new Outdoor Adventure Center (OAC), I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d be the only newbie. </div>
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As it turns out, I wasn’t. That’s one of the best things about a University-sponsored rock wall—there will always be waves of new students to tone down the level of intensity. Compared to stand-alone climbing gyms, the OAC has an inviting, all-comers atmosphere. </div>
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One of the best parts about OAC’s rock climbing wall is its low barrier to entry. The OAC provides $10/climb guest passes. If you want unlimited access, you’ll need a <a href="http://crec.unl.edu/membership#rates" target="_blank">membership</a> (if you’re not a student), as well as a $20, four-hour introduction class. That’s it. You can rent shoes ($1.50) and a harness (free) each time you climb. And your introductory class qualifies you to belay, so bring a buddy and avoid the dreaded auto-belays. </div>
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Now that I've got my first, second and third climbs out of the way, I continue to be impressed by the OAC’s climbing wall. It’s staffed by students, who are more than willing to belay or answer any questions. (And of course, they’ll let you know if you’re doing something wrong—definitely a good thing, when you’re responsible for safely belaying someone several stories high.) </div>
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Nebraska has no mountains (until we build <a href="http://lincolnfromalocal.blogspot.com/2015/07/bike-lincolnand-bid-for-nebraska.html" target="_blank">Nebraska Mountain</a>), but the OAC’s climbing wall is the next best thing. </div>
Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-82242200035650979032015-07-07T21:05:00.000-05:002015-07-07T21:07:43.527-05:00Bike Lincoln—and a bid for Nebraska Mountain<h3>
Lincoln is something of an undercover biking haven. Or maybe just an outright biking haven. The city boasts 131 miles of both pavement and gravel trail. </h3>
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Here’s a shot of the trails—if it looks like a lot of meaningless green scribbles, the Great Plains Trails Network has a <a href="http://www.gptn.org/the_trails/overview.html" target="_blank">better map to download</a>.</div>
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Maybe this is why Lincoln was voted<a href="http://gawker.com/5992566/whats-that-now-lincoln-nebraska-is-the-best-city-in-all-of-america-for-well-being" target="_blank"> No. 1 for well-being</a> in the country a couple years ago. Never mind that it was a Gallup-based poll (headquartered in Omaha.) I think Lincoln has a right to the title. </div>
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No, we don’t have mountains like No. 2 ranked Boulder. Who needs mountains when you have bike paths? (Said no one ever. If there’s another Works Progress Administration, I’ll be the first to sign up for the <b>build-Nebraska-Mountain project</b>.) </div>
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Lincoln’s bike paths are multi-purpose (runners, walkers and the occasional yogger—yodeling while jogging) but the city also has a close-knit biking community. One group leaves each Tuesday around 5:30 from the East MoPac trail for the <a href="http://nachoride.com/" target="_blank">Nacho Ride</a> to Eagle, Nebraska. </div>
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There’s also a local biking brewery tour, giving 21+ year-olds the opportunity to booze, bike and socialize. A spinoff of its French counterpart, the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/tourdebrewlnk" target="_blank">Tour de Brew LNK</a> is a monthly ride from March to September. It starts at 4:30 (sorry all you nine-to-fiver’s out there) and ends at a different brewery each time. <a href="http://www.tourdebrewlnk.com/join-us.html" target="_blank">Their upcoming ride July 23 ends at Zipline Brewing Co.</a> </div>
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Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-48748356074020884382015-07-07T20:50:00.003-05:002015-07-10T13:23:26.836-05:00How to become a Husker fan—or fake it—in 4 easy steps<div class="p1">
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This post isn’t for the diehard Nebraska Husker fans. You know who you are—the ones born wearing a Go Big Red! onesy, who put out an inflatable Herbie Husker in the lawn for every home game (or maybe that was just my old neighbors.) </div>
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This post is for the transplants, the unenthused, the couldn’t-care-less-about-football folks. Because when you find yourself in Lincoln, Husker fandom—or being able to fake it—is necessary for survival. </h3>
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I’m one of the transplants, the unenthused and the couldn’t-care-less-about-football folks. At least I was, until I started working with some of the most Husker-obsessed coworkers in the city. At some point, you just start learning by association or osmosis or something. </div>
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So if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. <b>Here are four easy steps to reach true Husker fandom: </b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>1. Befriend the fans.</b> </span>Enthusiasm is contagious. It’s a lot easier to be excited—or disguise your boredom—if you’ve got friends, coworkers and family who live and breathe Huskers. And if you live in Lincoln, or really anywhere in Nebraska, they shouldn’t be hard to find. </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2. Get the gear.</span></b> As you’d expect from the team’s headquarters, Lincoln has Husker stores all over town. For great deals, check out the <a href="http://premium.pinnaclebankarena.com/info/husker-authentic.html" target="_blank">newly relocated Husker store</a> inside the downtown Pinnacle Bank Arena. For awesome sidewalk sales, ask the campus bookstore when their stuff goes on sale. You’ll have to fight through lines of college students in front of UNL’s Union, but a good deal is a good deal. (Even though all Husker gear is essentially <b>overpriced polos*</b> with an “N” stamped on it.) </div>
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<b>*Or sweatpants.</b> Or sweatshirts. Or umbrellas. The magic “N” artificially inflates the price on any generic item.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">3. Check out the stadium.</span></b> No, you don’t have to wait until game day to see Memorial Stadium, and you don’t even have to buy tickets. Just go through the red-gated door on the east side of the stadium. <b>Bonus tip:</b> If you run the <a href="http://lincolnfromalocal.blogspot.com/2015/07/top-5-reasons-to-love-and-run-lincoln.html" target="_blank">Lincoln National Guard Marathon and Half Marathon</a>, you can finish your 13.1 mile jog on the 50-yard line.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">4. Use Twitter to learn the ropes.</span></b> Bo Pelini may be living out his $7.9M severance paradise in Youngstown, but the fan favorite <a href="https://twitter.com/FauxPelini"><span class="s1">@</span><span class="s2">FauxPelini</span></a> account is still around. I turned to a diehard fan (see Step 1) for more Twitter suggestions, and this fan recommended following: <a href="https://twitter.com/937Lanny"><span class="s1">@</span><span class="s2">937Lanny</span></a><span class="s3">, <a href="https://twitter.com/TheGundy"><span class="s4">@</span><span class="s5">TheGundy</span></a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/Andy_Vaughn"><span class="s4">@</span><span class="s5">Andy_Vaughn</span></a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/Sean_Callahan"><span class="s4">@</span><span class="s5">Sean_Callahan</span></a>. </span></div>
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When I think ‘50s diner, a few things come to mind: old-school decor, jukeboxes and delicious burgers. <a href="http://www.nitroburgerbomb.com/index.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Nitro Burger</span></a> has all of this—plus mobility. The food truck calls itself “half food truck, half eat-in ‘50s diner,” and serves a wide array of burgers, hand-cut fries and ice cream. </h3>
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How can you find Nitro Burger in Lincoln? The roving burger truck keeps customers updated through their Facebook page and Twitter. They aren’t the only ones to use social media as a platform for engagement and updates. The <a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2015/07/food-trucks/brindley-text" target="_blank"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">food-truck-and-social-media-phenomenon started in L.A. with Korean BBQ</span></a> and has been going strong ever since. </div>
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My second Nitro Burger experience didn't require a trip; the bus drove over to my place of employment and set up shop in the parking lot. They’ve got an entire catering section listed on their website, so if you “Want to See Nitro Bus At Your Next Event?” then just fill out the form on the homepage. </div>
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Both times, Nitro's burgers lived up my relatively high expectations—a tough feat, seeing as Lincoln probably has one of the highest per-capita burger restaurants in the country. I've tried both their Acapulco burger and the class Stars and Stripe. Rather than bore you to tears with my non-foodie description, I’ll save you the agony and direct you to their <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><a href="http://www.nitroburgerbomb.com/menu.html" target="_blank">menu here.</a></span></div>
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Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-20359629312143786302015-07-07T20:17:00.000-05:002015-07-07T21:15:39.477-05:00All things bluegrass in Lincoln<div class="p1">
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Thankfully, Lincoln seems to have a thriving bluegrass scene, as long as you know where to find it. A recent Thursday evening drew the <a href="http://elephantrevival.com/" target="_blank">Elephant Revival</a> to the <a href="http://bourbontheatre.com/" target="_blank">Bourbon Theatre</a>. This group from Nederland, Colorado, describes their music as a blend of gypsy, Celtic, Americana and folk. Or, to my uneducated ears, bluegrass. Either way, it was beautiful. </div>
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There’s no easily Google-able way to find bluegrass shows in Lincoln. It helps to have a friend who is plugged into the scene; mine is a Nebraska native who keeps me up to date on the latest happenings. The next show on his list, by the way, is <a href="http://bourbontheatre.com/2015/04/15/split-lip-rayfield/" target="_blank">Split Lip Rayfield July 17 at the Bourbon.</a> I’d definitely keep an eye on the Bourbon’s show schedule; they host all kinds of music but tend to get a bluegrass band headlining every month or so.</div>
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I cornered my Great Uncle Steve, a bluegrass aficionado and musician, to ask his recommendation for a great Lincoln bluegrass band. His reply: <a href="http://www.prairiedogmusic.com/ttp.html" target="_blank">The Toasted Ponies</a>. (As a horse-lover, I’m a little averse to their name. <b>I guess great bluegrass is great bluegrass, even if it alludes to incensed equines.</b>) </div>
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Nebraska also hosts its own <a href="http://npcountrybluegrassfestival.weebly.com/" target="_blank">bluegrass festival</a> each spring in North Platte. It’s a bit of a drive from Lincoln, but if all you want is 4-5 days of pure bluegrass, than it’s probably worth it. I haven’t been, but I’m adding it to next year’s bucket list.</div>
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And if you’re feeling really inspired after one of these shows, Lincoln’s got a few opportunities to learn how to play bluegrass. One option is to learn from a great himself. Steve Hanson (of the above-mentioned Toasted Ponies) teaches guitar, banjo and mandolin. <a href="http://www.stevehansonmusic.com/lessons.html" target="_blank">Find more information on his website</a>.</div>
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Southeast Community College also offers an adult education class on bluegrass-style guitar. Their upcoming session starts July 14 and <a href="https://www.southeast.edu/assets/0/74/87/324/325/781/9aeb529d-c048-4e7a-9fe9-a1c5a7c3accf.pdf" target="_blank">information is available here</a>. </div>
Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-14475235527681014132015-07-07T20:07:00.002-05:002015-07-07T21:09:30.400-05:00Lincoln Finds: French Cuisine at the Normandy<h3>
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A few friends and I made reservations during <a href="http://lincolnrestaurantweek.com/" target="_blank">Lincoln Restaurant Week</a>, which gave us the perfect opportunity to sample Normandy’s fare at a discounted price. <b>Bonus:</b> If you call to make reservations, you may just get a French-accented restauranteur calling back to confirm. Awesome. </div>
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Lincoln Restaurant Week presents a rare opportunity for young professionals (or really any working professional) to go out and enjoy a three-course meal for $20. It only comes around once a year, so mark your calendar for next June and keep an eye on their website—it’s the best (and cheapest) way to get a three-course gourmet-ish meal in Lincoln. </div>
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The Normandy, at 17th and Van Dorn, was one of Lincoln Restaurant Week’s featured locales. In addition to their regular menu, they offered diners several appetizers, entrees and deserts for $20. My three-course meal included shrimp ratatouille (who could resist, after Disney came out with the adorable movie), beef and vegetable stew, and creme brûlée. Portion sizes are on the small side, meaning you won’t leave with a food baby—a good thing, in my opinion. </div>
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My friends and I enjoyed the prompt service and quiet dining atmosphere. The restaurant’s tiny square footage adds to the neighborhood appeal but also necessitates reservations—which is half the fun. </div>
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Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-44237708558925879062015-07-06T21:52:00.000-05:002015-07-06T21:58:07.717-05:00Running around Lincoln: Finding the perfect race<div class="p1">
Choosing a race is tricky. This is no first date—you’ll be in a committed training relationship for at least three months. Compatibility is key.</div>
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The <b>Lincoln Marathon</b> is amazing. <a href="http://lincolnfromalocal.blogspot.com/2015/07/top-5-reasons-to-love-and-run-lincoln.html" target="_blank">I wrote about it here.</a> Bonus: It’s in May. If you’re a fellow German-from-Russia who hates training in the summer humidity, the timing is perfect. </div>
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I’ve heard the <b><a href="http://goodlifehalfsy.com/" target="_blank">Lincoln Halfsy</a></b><b> </b>is also great race. I intend to find out for myself this fall—and who can resist the allure of Runzas at the finish line? This is for all you finish-a-race-with-a-meal runners.</div>
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<b><a href="http://omahamarathon.com/" target="_blank">The Omaha Marathon</a> </b>is… challenging? It’s cool. It’s urban. It’s Omaha. And there are hills or something. That’s about all I know, but I’d love to hear a firsthand perspective. This is for all you over-achieving city runners. </div>
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<b><a href="http://www.beerandbagel.com/#!bbnebraska/c1mkx" target="_blank">Bagel and Beer: Nebraska</a></b> offers a “4ish” mile race and a “halfish” marathon (for the first time!) this November. For all you finish-a-race-with-a-meal and nature lovers, Bagel and a Beer is a twofer. You’ll get chili, a bagel and the great outdoors—sounds like a win. </div>
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You’re now one step closer to race-day compatibility. Or maybe you’ll find a reason to fall in love with them all. The best part about racing is you don’t have to choose just one. </div>
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Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-92146588385430122072015-07-06T21:40:00.002-05:002015-07-09T19:55:54.347-05:00Top 5 Reasons to Love (and Run) the Lincoln Marathon<div class="p1">
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The Lincoln National Guard Marathon and Half Marathon is Nebraska’s pinnacle race. While other races advertise their perks and hawk their promos, the Lincoln Marathon just is—it’s an institution. The race, organized by the <a href="http://www.lincolnrun.org/" target="_blank">Lincoln Track Club</a>, was founded in 1978 by and just hosted its 38th marathon this May. </h4>
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This year, I joined the runners who turned out for race day. This was my first-ever race, so why not start with Nebraska’s best? I’m <strike>a bit</strike> definitely biased, but here’s why the Lincoln Marathon is one of the best races in the Midwest:</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">1. You may get a PR.</span></b> After their initial racing debut, every runner starts chasing PRs (personal records.) After all, you’re not really competing against other runners, unless you’re <a href="http://journalstar.com/gallery/news/marathon/photos-lincoln-marathon-and-half-marathon-winners/collection_e251d9ec-e890-578e-b84f-7af5ec7ffa50.html#0" target="_blank">one of the handful of elite athletes who actually has a shot at winning.</a> Everyone else just wants to get faster. The Lincoln Marathon’s super flat course draws many PR chasers, making the entry process almost as competitive as the race itself…</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>2. Signing up is half the challenge</b>.</span> See #1. Finally, there’s a purpose for Lincoln’s flat topography. The 2015 Lincoln Marathon <b>sold out in 7 hours and 18 minutes</b>. What’s more impressive is that registration is on a first-come, first-serve basis for 12,000 runners. What’s absolutely mind-boggling is that this year, registration began at 3 a.m. There’s no sleeping in January 3 if you want to get a spot in the Lincoln Marathon; these people are serious.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">3. The community support is unparalleled.</span></b> There I was, standing in line for the Porta Potty five minutes before the first wave began. Can’t forgo coffee on race day. A nice Coloradan struck up a conversation:</div>
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I think she was right. My favorite supporter was the Grandpa with the “I don’t know you stranger, but I’m proud of you!” sign. I spotted him at the start of the race, and he showed up again at Mile 10. Thanks, race-day Grandpa. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>4.</b> <b>It’s run by volunteers.</b></span> According to their website, the Lincoln National Guard Marathon and Half Marathon is one of the largest events in the country put on entirely by volunteers; there are no paid organizers running the race. Interested in volunteering? <a href="http://www.lincolnmarathon.org/volunteer/" target="_blank">It’s not to early to sign up for next year’s race.</a> Volunteer roles include packet stuffing, packet pickup, race day packet pickup, finish line help, course monitors and course bikers. They’re also the ones giving you Gatorade at Mile 3 when you can still feel your legs, and again at Mile 11 when you just want to die.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">5. The Memorial Stadium finish.</span> </b>Crossing the finish at the 50-yard line in Memorial Stadium is an experience to be had. Not that I remember. I was too busy fighting the desire to slow my slog to a walk, and maybe even just sit down and call it a day. What’s 12.9 v. 13.1? For the Lincoln Marathon, the difference is Memorial Stadium. It’s (kinda) worth it. Even better, go as a spectator and watch your tortured friends, relatives or coworkers stumble across the finish. You’ll get the majestic Husker aura without the pain—probably the best way to go.</div>
Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-18860596281842395572015-06-28T23:37:00.005-05:002015-07-02T11:18:44.642-05:00Lincoln summer sounds: Jazz in June<div class="p1">
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Yes, I finally made it to the aptly named <a href="http://jazzinjune.com/" target="_blank">“Jazz in June”</a> last week. This event, located on UNL’s campus in the Sheldon sculpture garden, is a summer concert staple in its 24th season.</h4>
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Alyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03044442166403802581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510192637474825313.post-28649582830095997092015-06-28T22:52:00.001-05:002015-06-30T13:18:09.497-05:00Lincoln falafel finds: Amsterdam Falafel and Kabob<div class="p1">
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Amsterdam’s menu is simple and straightforward. First, pick falafel or kabob meat. </div>
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My spicy falafel on a hummus plate, aka the chickpea trifecta: chickpeas (falafel) on chickpeas (hummus) on plain old chickpeas. Plus, a little cabbage and couscous—an alliterative foodies dream. </div>
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My red-shorts-wearing coworker went with the beef kabob salad and curry fries. Yes, curry fries. Not curly fries, as he originally misheard. </div>
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European street food on a Haymarket side street—a falafelist's dream come true. No, falafelist is not a word. But you'll see it here again, because I have more falafel finds to share. </div>
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I promised Lincoln: quintessential and quirky. And there is nothing more true to that sentiment than the Runza. </h4>
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As an out-of-state college student, I’d sometimes bring friends home with me over school breaks. Which would, of course, always include a trip to Runza. Our pre-meal dialogue usually went something like this:</div>
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<b>Friend:</b> “Oh. It sounded like a carpet-cleaning place.” </div>
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If you’re from Nebraska, you know the drill. Runzas are to us what deep-dish pizza is to Chicago or crab legs are to Baltimore. (I may have made that up. But I think crab legs are a Baltimore thing.) </div>
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If you’re from Lincoln, you may also know that Runza sandwiches originated here—in 1964, out of a small food shack by Pioneers Park. </div>
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If you’re a German-from-Russia in Lincoln, you also probably know that the Runza recipe <a href="https://library.ndsu.edu/grhc/history_culture/custom_traditions/ethnicfood.html" target="_blank">originated among our people</a>. (Yes, I’m half German-from-Russia, which is an actual thing. There’s even a <a href="http://ahsgr.org/index.htm" target="_blank">museum in town</a>.) </div>
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The Runza fast-food restaurants are great. Brilliant. There’s nothing like bringing Volga German fare to the masses. And there’s nothing like a drive-through <a href="https://www.runza.com/resources/dyn/files/1308379z9f3d8d56/_fn/Temperature+Tuesdays+Week+%231++1-6-15.pdf" target="_blank">Temperature Tuesday</a> on a blustery winter day.</div>
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<b>Leon’s Grocery</b>, 2200 Winthrop Road</div>
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This local grocer makes a mean cabbage bun, served fresh Wednesdays and Saturdays. They’ve kept this schedule since some coworkers and I discovered their culinary bounty a year ago, but if you’re ever in doubt, just <a href="http://www.leonsgourmetgrocer.com/contact.html" target="_blank">give ‘em a call</a>. </div>
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<b>Pro tip</b>: Pick up some salt and pepper packets at the deli counter and season to taste. These buns won’t taste as sodium-packed as their trademarked counterparts, but that’s why I love them. My coworkers also perfected the art of ketchup and mustard add-ons, but I'm a traditionalist. </div>
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<span class="s1">As a recent college grad, I distinctly remember how many jobs I applied to in Lincoln, Nebraska.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">One. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">I was raised in Omaha, left “the Good Life” for college and was open to living just about anywhere after graduation. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Lincoln, however, was not on that list.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Chalk it up to an Omahan sense of urban superiority, a mental dismissal of Lincoln as a college town or a disdain for returning to the city on my birth certificate, but Lincoln was definitely not on that list. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">As for the one job I applied to in Lincoln? Well, that’s the job decided to take. And I don't think I'm alone. As students and young professionals seek affordable places to start their careers, this capital city has some perks.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, Lincoln had a <a href="http://www.bls.gov/eag/eag.ne_lincoln_msa.htm" target="_blank">2.1% unemployment rate</a> as of April this year. The city consistently figures into Top 10 lowest unemployment lists, placing third in this <a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/kathryndill/2015/01/22/the-cities-with-the-highest-and-lowest-unemployment-right-now/" target="_blank">report from Forbes Magazine</a>.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">As a native Nebraskan, I already knew the Midwest trended toward low unemployment. I didn't know the city had a growing number of startups, joining Omaha and Kansas City on the <a href="http://siliconprairienews.com/" target="_blank">Silicon Prairie</a>. Lincoln entrepreneurs are capitalizing on the city’s affordability, strong economy and close-knit community; the city place third on Nerdwallet’s <a href="http://www.nerdwallet.com/blog/cities/economics/best-cities-for-young-entrepreneurs/" target="_blank">“Best Cities for Young Entrepreneurs to Start Small Businesses.”</a> </span></div>
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<span class="s1">It didn't surprise me, then, when Lincoln recently appeared on CBS News' <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/media/the-9-best-up-and-coming-towns-for-college-grads/7/" target="_blank">“Best up-and-coming towns for college grads.”</a> A year and a half after my own move, I’d have to agree with their assessment. Lincoln is up-and-coming, just like the college grads it’s attracting.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I want to show you a bit of my Lincoln: the quirky and the quintessential. I want to show you Lincoln, apart from the data-driven lists and tourist branding. (<a href="http://www.visitnebraskavisitnice.com/" target="_blank">Nebraska is Nice</a> don’t ya know?) </span></div>
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<span class="s1">I may show you the three best falafel finds or where to go sailing (yes, sailing) near Lincoln. Or tell you my top tips for faking Husker fandom. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">If you’re new to this city, maybe I can let you in on a few things to do, eat, see or experience. If you’ve been here awhile, maybe you can let me know what I’m missing. Whether you’re a student, a college graduate, a young (or “old”) professional, I’d love to hear your thoughts on what makes Lincoln, Lincoln. </span></div>
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