The moon is full and yellow and Old Man Waterfall next door is playing tribal flute music full volume. The day was such a hot and sticky middle of August day but now everything is dark and wonderful. I'm in the backyard on the sofa on the lawn and my housemates are performing anthill witchcraft, pouring baking soda circles around our porch's ( Read more... )

You're supposed to surround yourself with people to learn from and that's what my house is like. One housemate is more creative than me, another is more intellectual, the third is more balanced and level-headed, the fourth is plain funnier than me and there's a rotating cast of couch surfers who are usually wilder. I spend a lot of time in my house ( Read more... )

Is it possible I did not post a link to this article I wrote?

It's a graphic description of my vagina! Available for free on every corner in Portland! Go check it out and please comment. Every comment you leave or person you email it to helps boost my rating at the paper and gets me one step closer to having health insurance and a real job.

Bah ( Read more... )

Well. Every day here is interesting and wild but I always feel like I have a thousand loose ends to tie up. I have a dozen projects going and there's always emails I forget to send or days that end without me making several crucial phone calls. Example: I lost my wallet a week ago, but didn't get around to canceling my bank cards until yesterday. ( Read more... )

promise: I will post more later about how my life is going.

for now: here's a BIG STORY! about day laborers in Portland town that I worked on all last week. Please go check it out! It's about: those guys who stand on street corners looking for work, humans vs. workers and a raffle ( Read more... )

what have I been thinking about? I've been riding my bicycle back and forth across town in the sunshine too much to think. No really, I've been focusing on bridges and avoiding flat tires, right of ways and lock combinations. I'm learning to speak bike. A month ago, I didn't realize this language existed. Bikes are bikes. Some are pretty, some go ( Read more... )

I think if there was a recurring motif to my life it would be sitting alone in a coffee shop. Today I'm waiting for laundry and feeling dehydrated but not lonely at all. Work at the Mercury is good, I feel much more capable now than I did two years ago at The Stranger and I don't know if that's all the quality educatin' I acquired by finishing ( Read more... )

Guys, my housemates are wonderful. So wonderful that I made this little blog about our happenings, because they're a lot of fun. Our house is three University of Oregon alums + an art student who sleeps in the basement. We have two lawns, but spend most of our lives on the sofas in the kitchen. I come home from wherever and we just sit there till ( Read more... )

so today I went to get a haircut and my conversation with the receptionist went like this ( Read more... )