Today has been luxuriously lazy. I've done nothing but lounge around, drinking coffee, eating a breakfast of Spam and eggs, and watching mind-numbing sitcoms on television. I think there may have been a brief, unplanned nap thrown in for good measure, as well. Exactly what I needed after a hectic three-day work symposium that had … Continue reading Needless Worrying? That’s My Specialty.
I've said many times that one of the rules to visiting Portland, or living in the Pacific Northwest, is that locals never use umbrellas. Apparently, I was wrong. Turns out we do use them. Just not in the conventional manner. Truth is, I wonder if this guy even knows how to work the thing. But at least … Continue reading Using an Umbrella, Portland Style
It's hard to concentrate on a slice of pizza when a group of 30 or so naked bike riders goes pedaling by your table. When that happens, you're faced with an awkward decision: take another bite and pretend that it's perfectly natural to see a whole bunch of people go perfectly au naturel in the … Continue reading The Naked Truth About Capitol Hill
Saturday night, Tara and I met up with a friend from Seattle for drinks at our favorite Portland hangout, Interurban. They had dinner reservations elsewhere, so she and I headed down the street to a restaurant that specialized in Southern food (think hush puppies and collard greens). Good stuff. Then, when we were walking back … Continue reading Why I’m Here (Not Philosophically Speaking)
I took an interesting online quiz the other day. Well, technically it wasn't a quiz, but it was still interesting. 31 Signs You're a Portland Native. Now, I'm not actually a Portland native. I moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1994, when I was 25 years old. And though I've lived here for nearly twenty … Continue reading A Native At Heart
"There's too much to do around here," I told Tara this morning. Tough problem to have, right? But it's true. In the waning weeks of summer, there is too much to do and too little time. We want to go to Windy Ridge, and hike around Mount Hood, and visit the Pittock Mansion, and spend … Continue reading We Ate Rudolph (And Santa Got Pissed)
If all goes as planned - with technology, you never know - I will be on the road, headed home on the 10th anniversary of 9/11 when this post is published. I've had to do a little bit of pre-planning to ensure it happens. Gotta love the scheduled post feature! Here's the deal: I have … Continue reading Empty Skies and Reflections
There's a Seinfeld episode called "The Parking Garage" where our intrepid foursome vainly search for Kramer's car in a parking garage, but can't remember where he parked it. Kramer is lugging around a heavy air conditioner, Elaine has a bag of goldfish that will die soon, George has to meet his parents by 6:15 to … Continue reading Dude, Where’s My Car?
"Do you remember the 90s? People were talking about getting piercings and getting tribal tattoos, and people were singing about saving the planet and forming bands? There's a place where that idea still exists as a reality: Portland. Remember when people were content to be unambitious and sleep 'til eleven and just hang out with … Continue reading The Dream Of The 90s Is Alive
I didn't realize when I decided, on a whim, to take the kids to Portland's 26th annual Christmas tree lighting ceremony, I'd nearly end up the victim of a terrorist attack. That would have been a real bummer; imagine if I'd been blown to bits during my first-ever tree-lighting experience. Talk about putting a damper … Continue reading Have Yourself A Merry Little Car Bomb