Dude, I stuffed Howard Rheingold into the back seat of my dads old beater honda and took him to the Heathman downtown. He's cool. In a room mostly full of suits he was wearing a red and gold chinese silk shirt and clogs with a Jackson Pollock paint job. Friendly guy. Do say Hi if you ever get the chance to meet him. I hope to hobnob with him a bit more today.
Your post made me think about how much I love Portland, and how much I would like to live there at some point. I'm so glad you had a good trip.
I went to Top Pot yesterday after yoga, and had a cake doughnut with chocolate frosting and peanuts on top. Mint tea. Oh my God. I believe that if I ate Top Pot every day, I would be a different and much happier lady.
I suppose if I lived in PDX I'd have to come up and get doughnuts from Top Pot every couple of weeks...but that is a small price to be paid.
Well...yeah. Drifting can be really clarifying sometimes. It's only pernicious when you'd rather not be drifting, but you don't have any better ideas.
I'm getting used to Dead Ho-ville...I figured out another 3-1/2-mile walk that doesn't take me up the Strip, so I don't get hollered at as much. I'm also bussing downtown and to Capitol Hill quite frequently, to do business and see my friends. Unfortunately, I'm still pretty blocked (as in, writers') so I'm not creating great art or even any sell-able articles. Which, I suppose, is fine. Drifting is sometimes necessary, even when it seems frustrating and pointless, I suppose.
I'm also getting my hair done next Wednesday. Goodbye, blue! I'm ready for a change after several years of technicolor. A little self-reinvention never hurt anyone (just ask Madonna), and looking different may just help me to see things differently and shake up the old paradigm somehow. We'll see. At the very least, I'll have a sexy new hair color.
The first time I saw him on campus was when I was a student. An pal and I considered bringing our hard drives over for him to perform a blessing. We didn't go through with it.
This was the second time I actually spoke to him. I met him last october for the previous meeting weekend. He was on the tour of the new library wing and Educational Technology Center ("etc") with Thomas and I. Very interesting to watch him poke and critique the tech toys.
So last night we chatted for just a bit. He commented on the utter lack of people of color of any kind at the event, (Reed is pasty white,) and about how he is starting a credit card business in China. He also asked a few of us what we do. When Thomas said Family law, divorces, custody work, Peter replied That's good. That's God's work. Thomas said The Pope doesn't think so! and Peter said Well he's not doing God's work either! He's very sharp. Always analyzing. You can see him thinking, hear the gears churning, from across the room. Definitely someone worth sitting down for a long
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That's so how I feel...sanguinityFebruary 11 2003, 09:34:39 UTC
...when I go back to where I grew up. Almost getting lost because an intersection was reworked, too many homes put in, too many trees gone, furniture changed around or replaced altogether. And all in such small increments...
And detached, too, yes. I go into town and feel like a visitor -- here are all these places I knew from high school, or new places that are becoming regular haunts -- and I'm not quite there. Not quite solid. Something.
It's not like being a tourist in a strange city, or even a familiar city I visit often -- Seattle, San Francisco -- it's some weird neverworld existence.
By the way, I tend to stay off of Reed campus because of that feeling. I'll cut through it sometimes on a walk, but that's about it.
Now I'm going to have to go look up Howard Rheingold...
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I went to Top Pot yesterday after yoga, and had a cake doughnut with chocolate frosting and peanuts on top. Mint tea. Oh my God. I believe that if I ate Top Pot every day, I would be a different and much happier lady.
I suppose if I lived in PDX I'd have to come up and get doughnuts from Top Pot every couple of weeks...but that is a small price to be paid.
How are you?
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I'm getting used to Dead Ho-ville...I figured out another 3-1/2-mile walk that doesn't take me up the Strip, so I don't get hollered at as much. I'm also bussing downtown and to Capitol Hill quite frequently, to do business and see my friends. Unfortunately, I'm still pretty blocked (as in, writers') so I'm not creating great art or even any sell-able articles. Which, I suppose, is fine. Drifting is sometimes necessary, even when it seems frustrating and pointless, I suppose.
I'm also getting my hair done next Wednesday. Goodbye, blue! I'm ready for a change after several years of technicolor. A little self-reinvention never hurt anyone (just ask Madonna), and looking different may just help me to see things differently and shake up the old paradigm somehow. We'll see. At the very least, I'll have a sexy new hair color.
Rock on. Write back when you feel like it.
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This was the second time I actually spoke to him. I met him last october for the previous meeting weekend. He was on the tour of the new library wing and Educational Technology Center ("etc") with Thomas and I. Very interesting to watch him poke and critique the tech toys.
So last night we chatted for just a bit. He commented on the utter lack of people of color of any kind at the event, (Reed is pasty white,) and about how he is starting a credit card business in China. He also asked a few of us what we do. When Thomas said Family law, divorces, custody work, Peter replied That's good. That's God's work. Thomas said The Pope doesn't think so! and Peter said Well he's not doing God's work either! He's very sharp. Always analyzing. You can see him thinking, hear the gears churning, from across the room. Definitely someone worth sitting down for a long ( ... )
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(Sorry for the belated comment, btw.)
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And detached, too, yes. I go into town and feel like a visitor -- here are all these places I knew from high school, or new places that are becoming regular haunts -- and I'm not quite there. Not quite solid. Something.
It's not like being a tourist in a strange city, or even a familiar city I visit often -- Seattle, San Francisco -- it's some weird neverworld existence.
By the way, I tend to stay off of Reed campus because of that feeling. I'll cut through it sometimes on a walk, but that's about it.
Now I'm going to have to go look up Howard Rheingold...
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