Dear All, There is no way I’m going to be updating this thing for at least another week. Another 30 will hit Quarter Past sometime today or tomorrow, but apart from that, I’m afraid it’ll stay dead until this whole packing/sending/moving /flying/unpacking/repacking process finishes up. Back soon, n. PS. I’ll leave you with my very [...]
Backspace. When we walked in, the barista was up on an A-frame next to the stage, tying prayer flags to a disco ball and humming the bass track to “You Are My Sunshine” as it loped along through the stereo. At first the flags just hung there, like a raggedy little sibling of Sputnik at [...]
After a brief visit, my parents have moved on towards Santa Cruz to visit Margaret, and I’m back to eating scrambled eggs balanced on gas-station bread at my desk. It’s a good thing I only eat like a king a few days out of the year, as it might otherwise get to my head and [...]
Portland experienced its first summer day of 2009 yesterday. It was blue and warm and perfect and absolutely everybody was outside and in a good mood. This is the upswing of having a whole population that suffers from severe depression for six months out of the year. When they emerge on the opposite side, those [...]
I’m not known for having outstanding taste when it comes to birthday gifts (recall, the watertight credit card holder, the box of crayola markets ((sans black)), the two bags of M&Ms duct taped together, etc…) but that might be changing. This year, picking up on a stray comment that Andrea probably regrets having ever uttered, [...]
Margaret pushed off yesterday afternoon on a train bound for Santa Cruz, leaving me without house-guests for the first time in three weeks. It has been a wonderful three weeks, mind you, but I must say, there is something to be said for occasionally basking in the silence of a solitary Saturday afternoon. My internal [...]
Monday. 4:50pm. 3 Friends Coffeehouse. The room has gone from average to empty in no more than four or five minutes. All that’s left is the BPB (Black Plastic Barista. So-named due to the thick black frames on his glasses) and a ginger-haired twentysomething woman who needs to get to Boston by Thursday. BPB suggested [...]
Andrea just left and Margaret is about to arrive, so it won’t be a while until I post something new here. However, if you’re having difficulty filling the hours until that next post, you could: 1. count sheep. 2. Check out James Jean’s recent foray in to chalk drawings, or 3. Be faintly creeped out [...]
Work-wise, I achieved astonishingly little this weekend. Some portion of my brain was aggressively useless; hellbent on taking afternoon naps and staring in to space. The only marginally worthwhile thing to emerge from the last 48 hours is the little movie below; cobbled together over the space of 45 minutes on Sunday night. It’s very [...]
I put up new photos, but the three shots of yours truly were quickly zapped when it was discovered that due to the position of this coffee shop’s only free table, I would not be able to work on them without my screen facing The Public. For some reason, tweaking photos of one’s self in [...]
I’m not sure why this website has been getting so much attention lately. It would be easy to assume that so many posts in so short a span of time (and photos, and drawings and flickr additions) might mean I’ve nothing better to do; like a job. Sadly, this is not the case, and if [...]
There are eight power outlets to be had at Powell’s coffee shop, and today the only free one is located inside the boiling square of sunshine along the south wall. It must be 100 degrees in here. I’m dripping with sweat, and can feel heat radiating up under my elbows from the black bar table [...]
I’m not much of a dancer. It’s no secret. In fact, most of the people who are reading this have seen first hand just how ‘not-much-of-a-dancer’ I really am. But that could change. Let me explain. I spent the hour lunch break between my Sunday Nap and Sunday Movie today munching on sliced apples and [...]
The following is a word-for-word transcript of my thought process at 7:09 this morning while lying in my bed staring at the ceiling. To get the full effect, read very slowly and add emphasis to the adjectives. Staying at home makes the most sense. I have food at home. String cheese! This room is boxy. [...]
At about 10am this morning, I decided that if I didn’t do something quickly, the day would be in serious danger of stalling out before lunch. It was gray outside, my workload was looming and the inside of my head still felt like an enormous mucus balloon from the head cold I had suffered earlier [...]
If you pick up the 8 JACKSON bus on Third and Pine downtown – you won’t wait long, fifteen minutes at the max – it will take you due south for a few blocks and then jog right, continuing on Broadway through the middle of PSU; underneath the brick walkway, past the parking garage and [...]
I’ve moved in to my new home. The sheets are borrowed and the walls plain, but that’s the way most of these things start out. Give it some time. It takes a week of fussing to arrange things properly, and a few more after that to figure out what to put on the wall. Today’s [...]
The last three days have been a nonstop march of coffee shops. One after the other after the other. What a wonderful place to be an antsy graphic designer. The one I’m in now is called ‘Three Friends Cafe’, and features a little taste of everything you’d hope for in an ‘internet office’. The entrance [...]
I’ve been in Portland for three days, and already my cups-per-hour coffee intake is up to college levels: three cups between consciousness and nourishment, another two to brave the Outdoors, a shot of something hot and powerful to keep me going, after-lunch, before dinner, after dinner and a goodnight brew. With this much UP, you’d [...]