We learn how it wentwith getting Condi “Tank” Rice on the stand over at Zeros and Ones.
What a gorgeous day for a wedding Saturday was. I was fortunate enough to be invited to the rapidly planned wedding of two of the nicest people I know, Bill and Bob. I, of course, was quite late, but showed up tastefully immediately before the ceremony took place and in a fit of class hugged the groom(?) and tried to shove a bottle of Johnny Walker Red into his hands. It was a very nice time, with some very cool people present, tasty treats, a yummy stinkin cake (and another I didn’t try), some noontime champagne (where’s the beer?), and good times. I wish these two the best, after fifteen years together (only the tail of that in my timecone), they always seem truly happy, and I expect a beautiful life for them. Cheers, Bob and Bill.
Sunday night. Woman with eyepatch hitchhiking on Sandy Blvd. What to do?
Walking into work, there was a light drizzle. A beautiful Portland-style rain, not the binge and purge that we’ve been having this season. I smiled, and loved it, with the water matting my hair. Things went well, I accomplished a lot, and I had a general sense of well-being, even through the mild headache I had briefly. After work I cruised over to SE to coach the kiddies in soccer. It started at 5, so I was late, but not too late. We had fun, and the kids were happy and responsive, and I think they learned some soccer. The rain came down and my feet got wet. When practice was over I got in the car and took off my shoes, allowing the heat to blow over them. At home, I changed into my game gear and prepared for the last game of the season (that season, Green Room Men’s indoor team), and N and I cruised over to the field. We were playing for third place (a couple bad games dropped us from the top seed) and faced a team we’d beaten before. The game went well, challenging at times, but we got the best of them. I had my first goal of the season with about 2 seconds left, it felt so good. And N was not just there to see it, but actually saw it too! We then went to a coupla pubs for beer and food. First the Speakeasy but with their flaky hours they’d closed the kitchen already, so we went to the Rose and Raindrop. Times were good, food was good, drink was good. After a spell N and I cruised over to Rimsky’s for some delicious dessert and saw her buddy S working there, so we all chatted and went to a place I’d never seen nor heard of, The Dunes, on MLK. It was a funky place, small, with DJs spinning discs, and people sitting at small tables. It had a very ‘hip’ atmosphere. There I had New Belgium’s Lambic brew, which had a strong hint (a clue?) of cherry, and a sparkling body. A sweet, fresh aroma filled the wine glass I sipped it from. There was a definite sweetness in the beer, but not such that it coated the tongue and left a residue, instead it the flavor trailed behind, leaving me ready for another swallow. We cruised home where I had a tortilla with tahini and habanero jelly, and fell asleep on the couch. Good times were had by all.
Well, my buddy abrichar finally got her own blog up. It’s quirky, quaint, lifelog and linkroll, with a fab colour scheme. So I probably won’t get to rip the links she sends me nearly as much since she’s got them up herself. cheers.
But this is truly the NYT’s finest work. Best. Headline. Ever. thx abrichar.
Went to BJ’s the other night because I’ve been driving by it for quite some time now and never stopped in. Also, I’d been to their LA establishments and had a good time. So, I cruised on over with a coupla friends. We got a taster selection of the brews, and I quite enjoyed several of them. The blonde was light and fresh, the amber was pretty good, the pale very hoppy, perhaps a bit much…but the IPA was very nice. The stout and porter were both thick and rich. The pizza was pretty good, not spectacular, but enjoyable, and I can see how it’d be really good when they hit the sweet spot. They were not particularly busy, I think that they are having difficulty deciding what they want to be, or at least creating the perceptions they want (or I think they need!). Are they a pizza restaurant (ala Flying Pie) or a Brewhouse (ala Bridgeport NW)? While they are pretty good at both, they are weak in identifying themselves. The locations I’d visited in LA both carried more of a bar feeling, and were well-populated. But then, they don’t really have the brewpubs down there like we have here. So, overall, BJs is a good place, they could improve on a few things, mostly the environment…the wait staff was almost too friendly, like TGIFriday’s or something. Oh, and I confirmed that they make their beers onsite, or at their Janszen Beach location, so they qualify as a microbrewery in my world. Cheers, it’s off to the Rabbit Hole (fantastic sweet potatoe fries) tonite to see my buddies’s band play, Corner Office Suicide. 9pm if yer curious.
So long to one of my favorite linking blogs…genfoods. Iggy, drop a line if you get back on it. Oh, and I’ve been dying to know if that’s your car with the GEN FOO license plate.
hi, one of those busy weeks, and the sun is shining, and we just got the Sopranos second season from the library, and blah blah blah, so light on the posts, sorry. That and I’m trying to be a little lighter on the political…kinda busted at the seams on the gay marriage thing. Oh, and none of the autonomous vehicles got very far…the Red Team got the furthest in the least time…though I’m not sure if it was the furthest…because it was just down to miles. But anyway, far as I know they hit an ‘object’ and burst into flames. Kudos to all teams, it takes a lot of work to simulate a ******** (insert stereotype of place or gender) driver. Here’s the standings, I think it’s a lot better than it sounds, but try telling that to the teams.
The Albatross reminded me today of the exitence of the great comic, Get Your War On. The link is to the latest, use your internet wiles to find the rest!
in a rash display of irresponsibility I drained all my dollars out of my checking account. Happily, I discovered that I had done so at lunch today. Mmm, chile burger, and when I discovered my problem I asked the nice waitess to ‘cancel the cheese’ to put the total below the $5 I was toting in my pocket. She was nice and said she’d cover the cheese, which puts me short for tip and cheese not (woe is me), probably because the sandwich was pretty much ready anyway. It was nice that she didn’t make a big deal, and I’ll make good. But boy did I feel like something best described in Yiddish. I think I wrote soccer leagure checks out of the wrong account or something. But I’ll tell you one thing…I’m sure regretting not forwarding that chain email.
Hasser got his car back. It’s such a violation to have you car broken into, I really feel for him. Kinda makes you feel dirty. So don’t go violating people’s sanctity by busting into their cars and trucks and houses. Better would be to say funny things to them on the bus or the street downtown. Maybe offer up a bite of your sandwich, if you’ve got one. Otherwise, just leave them alone or do something interesting. Anyway, score Hasser!
okay, this is way cool. I hear that it’s featured in Scientific American, but I haven’t cracked mine yet. Twenty-some teams or more have assembled vehicles to race from SoCal to Vegas. Big whoop…right…there’s no driver, and no remote control. These things are given routes and waypoints, and it’s up to them to navigate. Way cool. The projects involve some tech and robotics firms, universities, and other groups of smarties. My fave so far is Red Team, I like their site. I wanted to like the Alaskans, but they didn’t offer anything in the way of photos, philosophy, or really anything more than a logo. Also, if anyone knows how to receive the satellite signal of the race, please, do tell.
A small Vermont resort town is move to New Hampshire instead, according to Silt, who mentions various other scenarios involving other cities and states. Makes me wonder what would happen if Portland started talking of this, and moving to Washington. It seems like everyone would be happier.
Maybe not happy. Maybe not fun. But it sure is surreal. They cleared the benches at the buffet table. via Abrichar.
Oregon is leading the charge in more than just gay marriage. We’re also helping to keep jobs from going overseas. How? My unemployed friends are still unemployed, you may wonder. Well, your prison friends aren’t! Rather than moving call centers overseas, we’re contracting out prison workers to answer phone calls. I wonder what happens if they violate the DNC list…they’re already in jail. Cheap labor, less turnover. That sounds like a win to me. As long as it’s completely optional…leave the quilt-making to the ‘retirement’ homes, eh? One objection is that they aren’t learning a skill that will be applicable on the ‘outside’ unless they go overseas or back to prison. But my thought is that they are learning skills and discipline (some probably need it, at least!) so as long as it’s is compensated and optional, that’s great. But it needs to be treated like a job.
Great news, same-sex marriages are now permitted in Little Beirut. I heard some dude griping about it over lunch. I’ve never heard an argument against that was remotely sensible to me. All that I could do was shake my head. I guess I could’ve said something, but I really wasn’t in the mood. Anyway, way to stay progressive Portland! And no, marriage is not weakened. If anything marriage is strengthened because now it’s even closer to being about love.
Updated :I like the last sentence above, so I stopped before I should have (?). So one thing that I’ve realized is that this is not about allowing gay marriages. What it is about is removing restrictions that should never have existed. Why? Because you don’t get to decide. It might drive you nuts, but like so many other things, you cannot rightly exert control over this. So hands off. It’s not your call. If your marriage, or your country-sentimental memory of your parents’s, is so delicate as to be weakened by this (rather than strengthened) then give it up. It is time to throw in the towel now and dedicate your time to something useful, like a barstool.
I’ve found that I pretty much enjoy the classic plays best when I know what’s going to happen already, and am able to ride the elegantly structured language to the conclusion. Yesterday I listened to Victor Balk on Portland’s 860. His show was entirely about a question asked of John Kerry, “Do you believe God is on the United State’s side?” The answer, I never heard from Kerry’s mouth, merely Vic’s weasle-like paraphrasing, so I won’t comment on it now. If he’d answered in the affirmative, he basically give the nod to all the prezzo is doing (with the emphatic yes he couldn’t do anything but say), but obviously a no says the Kerry believes America to be a bunch of heathens. The question is so loaded, such an obvious trap. It is the focus on this question that unfolds the Republican plan to get prezzo to retain his office. Divide the country on religion. Entirely, sharply, and decisively. Expanding upon the “with us or against us” principle, they’re now espousing that you’re either “with us or against God”. This is disgusting, appalling, and ironic in ways not appreciated since the Crusades. By driving a wedge with the heinous gay marriage Constitutional Amendment, they are bringing to life a fundamentalist wet dream, dragging the water for prayer in school, the commandments, church and state separation, righteousness. This is going to get ugly. The uniter is truly dividing as firmly as he is able.
“This is the third nomination and first Oscar for…Canada.” Beautiful. As usual the Oscars were full of ludicrousness and hijinks and whacky times watching the big hoohaas pat each other on the back. I did pretty good with predictions, only getting 3 wrong (best actor, one of the sound ones, and something else). For two I was just trying to give the whole LotR thing a rest..jesus, there’re more movies out there, what a bunch of crap. Don’t get me wrong, many of those were much deserved (director, picture, make-up, adaptaion, and more) but it everything seems a bit much. I was pulling for Bill Murray for best actor. He was fantastic in LiT, though I really like that guy from Gattaca too whose name I can never remember. But they gave it to Sean Penn, who’s come a long way since Madonna (most improved award?). I guess Bill Murray will have to settle for one of those dull Lifetime achievement segments in fifteen/twenty years.