Before the Great Bedroom Remodel got underway, I began a Five Places I Love In Portland series. I ran out of focus after only four. So let's call this Portlandia 5: The Coast.

( Cannon Beach )

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I would imagine that if I were to review all six of the Februaries and all six of the Marches that have found me recording my life online, I'd find posts in all of them about the unseasonable, the extraordinary, the truly epic rain we were having that season.

This will be the seventh. God damn, I'm tired of the rain. This is the time of year when ( Read more... )

( What a splendid birthday! )

Whew! A quick fly-by post to say that
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( Apropos of nothing whatsoever, have some chilly grandeur. )

I risk talking out of class but I can't stand the excitement. So I'm disclosing here that one of my bestest fandom friends in the whole wide world, who lives a very long ways away, is COMING TO VISIT ME IN SEPTEMBER.

She and her husband are making a trans-oceanic trip to see some American stuff, including my fair city, some of its environs (and ( Read more... )

Long time ago, I read a poem--undoubtedly a very minor one, published in the local paper--in which a homesick Oregonian wonders how things are back home. The last line was "Does Oregon still wear her Hood of snow?"

Well, she does.

( Mt. Hood today. )

It crossed my mind that yesterday's outburst of hysterical haiku could be one of those indicators that I need some time away from work.

So I took some.

( When I stand upright in the wind, my bones turn to dark emeralds. )

( Oregon Backwoods Pictorial Travelog. )