Music
It was a beautiful evening for a fair-skinned person in a long-sleeved shirt to be outside – overcast and in the 60s – so I walked home from work: MLK to Hancock to 33rd to Alder. About three-and-a-half miles. I had never walked through Irvington before. Pretty neighborhood. Along the way, I
Portland
A beautiful day: Highs in the 70s, and sun, sun, sun. I took a stroll in Laurelhurst Park this evening. When I walk down the asphalt path that parallels Oak Street, I like to look up through the tall trees and focus on the shifting patterns the green foliage makes
Portland
A year ago, I was sitting in a motel room in Ogden, Utah, on my way from Houston to Portland. I turned on the television, flipped to the sports channels, and started watching a program on the Deuce about a basketball team called And1 that travelled from city to city,
Me
View of my backyard and houses on Salmon Street (taken from my bedroom window) Home sick today, bundled up and working on my PCC homework. At least I have a nice view from my desk.
Politics
Jack Bogdanski and the Willamette Week are both supporting the write-in of Paul Van Orden for county sheriff in this month's election. I might have written in Van Orden if I had heard about the effort before I mailed in my ballot. If I were to have written
Portland
Seen on Southeast 6th Avenue this afternoon: A Chevrolet Corvair with the Oregon license plate "UNSFE". Anywhere else I would call it irony. In Portland, though...Nader voter feeling guilt?
Portland
Wall facing SE 12th Avenue, just south of Taylor Street. (My advice? Take the lower door...)
Portland
When walking around Southeast, I see many, many more Michigan and Ohio license plates than ones from California, even though the Golden State is much closer and (I presume) sends more emigrants to Oregon. Why? Because native Californians are taught and taught well: If you ever move to Oregon, the
Portland
To paraphrase something a friend recently wrote: A group of geese is a flock. A group of wolves is a pack. A group of cows is a herd. A group of Californians is a calamity.
Portland
Interstate 84 heading into downtown, seen from the 12th Avenue overpass.
Portland
I went to Cutting Crew for a haircut this afternoon and got to talking to a woman sitting next to me. She talked a bit about her older son, and after a while it dawned on me: "Does he volunteer at KBOO?" Yes, he does. Nice kid, too.
Life
Thursday we had an afternoon-long snowstorm (I was amazed that none of it stuck). Friday was beautiful. Sunny with temperatures in the mid-30s, and everything smelt and felt clean, clean, crisp and clean. I walked home this evening along the rainbow colors of Taylor Street, and never wanted the walk