Monthly Archives: September 2011

Creature Comforts

5 things Monday September 26, 2011
  1. It’s so nice to be in Jeremy and Meredith’s house.  This morning, while I was making coffee, Sam came into the kitchen with amazing bedhead.  Right after he said he was going to go out for coffee at a coffeeshop as opposed to making it at home, he cut his finger slicing a bagel.  I gave him a sympathetic frown, all while thinking “that could have been me, that could have been me, without coffee, that would’ve been me“.  Was also informed that there is a pedestrian bridge that makes it a lot easier to cross Powell and zip over to the esplanade making getting to school very fast and rewarding.  (Thanks, Jeremy, for that information.)  The whole morning got me thinking about space and environment, and how something could be comfortable, open and giving, and other space can feel so creepy or controlled or toxic.  I wonder what my space feels like to other people.  My space is usually filled with dog hair.  People with pet allergies usually avoid my space.
  2. Ma class de Français!  I was worried about this class, having taking first year French in Salt Lake City, then transferring from semesters to quarters.  I was apprehensive because I wasn’t sure if I was going to be in line with where the first year PSU Frenchies were going to be.  My professor is a nervous kid taking on a role as an adjunct professor.  Initially, I thought he was a fellow student. He is from France, and only spoke in French to us, most of which I kind of understood…a pleasant surprise since I have not studied all summer.  He went over the syllabus and how to use the book (which was similar to the book we used in SLC) and had us all go around and introduce ourselves and where we were from.  After the class I tried to go talk to him about placement, and he didn’t understand what I was asking.  Meaning French is his first language.  Meaning, he doesn’t really understand English which weirdly made me feel some kind of illogical affection for him.  As we struggled with the language barrier, a girl who had also stayed behind interjected and asked me, “Did you understand class today?”  “About 80% of it, “ I said.  “Then you should stay in this class,” and she explained her reasons a bit.   For validation, I texted mon ami dans SLC Jeff, who told me that the textbooks are the same for his semester back home!  So I felt a lot better about dropping $170 bones on a single textbook to further my education.
  3. Went to the PSU Bike Hub and procured a free map of the downtown vicinity, because even though I have lived in Portland on and off for over six years, I still get fucking lost all the time downtown, especially as I am moonlighting as someone who lives in SE right now.  I’ve spent only a short stint in SE, which calls for new ways, routes and systems and bridges that I’ve rarely ever used.  I am making good use of the esplanade today, which is lovely with the brown choppy waters juxtaposed against the pale grey sky and the jagged skyline of downtown buildings and the huge pylons that are holding the bridges up.  It’s so beautiful here, albeit moody.  Maybe that’s why I like it.  You know what else I like?  That the little scraps of paper for use in the Millar Library are old cards from a card catalog.   The first time I went there I stole a whole stack of them, thinking I would send them all out like little birds to friends.  People make those things out of nostalgia, recreate them on printing presses and here they are just for the taking.  I want to do something with them, but right now they are all just bundled with some old SLC postcards that I bought when I first moved back to SLC and never wrote or sent.  I still think I will, but maybe not to people in SLC.  I keep thinking about Pete and Steph in Milwaukee, and Susy in NYC.
  4. Went to Fidelity Investments where I had to stand on this electric floor mat that would automatically log me off of my session if I stepped off of it.  Or shuffled my feet.  I told the guy in the suit that I couldn’t verify my account at home even though they sent me new a link for it.  AS IT TURNS OUT, whoever entered my information entered my birthday WRONG, which felt bad for some reason.  Like they have money of mine, but I couldn’t access it because of their lack of attention to detail.  NBD, it turns out since in this process I am quite aware that I am basically considered to be at poverty level.  C’est la vie. I have resigned myself to the idea that I will always be poor-ish, but really my problems are still relatively first-world problems, and that I still need to suck it up and be grateful, damn it.
  5. Women’s Studies class is going to be awesome.  My teacher is a beautiful, large, dreadlocked black lady who kind of had the same no-nonsense that reminded me of Libby with more of a sense of humor.  The class is kind of large, but everyone was extremely present and diverse and on point.  Seriously, Utah is so much more white and self-righteous in comparison.  Jeremy: “How was school?” Me: “You know what the weirdest thing was for me at school today?” Jeremy: “What’s that?” Me:  “People actually make eye contact and smile”.  He laughed, but it’s true!  I hope that all of my posts don’t revolve around school.  I’m gonna have to mentally check it.  BUT, before I change any subjects, I got texts from so many rad people wishing me luck today!  Including my girl, who I luv.
  6. Meredith has chronic back pain, and today she was hurting pretty bad.  To stave off the boredom that Meredith has been coping with all day they decided to watch a movie, so I joined them for part of “Wall Street:Money Never Sleeps” and it was god-awful.  Probably the most redeeming thing about it is watching Carey Mulligan (who I find just adorable) and the fact that I was watching it with the Peanut Gallery.  Seriously, between me, Jeremy, Meredith and Sam, we were cracking ourselves up, pointing out that the blood-thirsty actors playing blood- thirsty investors/traders don’t pay taxes anyway and that most of Shia LaDouche’s dialogue was probably overdubbed among other things, but it was one of those “you had to be there” kind of moments.  Plus, Lucifer was being really cute and laying on the floor close to Meredith, which I think she likes.  She told me earlier today that Luc is good company-I was glad that he could be that for her while she’s been so laid out.

This is posting a couple of days later, but that is the glory of this thing.  It’s whatever we want it to be in the moment, and it will probably continue to change.  That being said, I think I have to drop out of school already but that will be detailed in another post.  FIN. À bientôt, mes amis.

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Seven-burrito week

5 cosas • Domingo/Lunes • 25/26 Septiembre  • 2011

  1. Mom and I were at Whole Foods (Sugar House) on Sunday night shopping for dinner ingredients. Going to WF (or any grocery store) with my mom is always entertaining, but on this particular evening, something amazing and totally Seventeen Magazine-worthy happened to me. So, Dr. Kathy (mom) and I are waltzing into WF on the hunt for melons. Having seen only watermelons (including these ridiculous “personal” watermelons, like regular watermelons but smaller, have you guys seen them? And they have stickers that say “PERSONAL SEEDLESS WATERMELON,” pretty amazing and First World privilege-y, “I simply don’t take seeds in my fruit.”), we were searching for the honeydew or cantaloupe variety. A nice-looking bearded gentleman named Kale (totally real name) probably sensed our frantic energy and approached us, asking if he could help us find something. My mom asked where the honeydew/cantaloupe were, and he said, “Oh yeah, we have those. They’re in the back. Let me go grab you one,” to which my mom called a bit desperately, “I want a really ripe one!!” Five minutes later, Kale returned with a giant honeydew, handing it to my mom with one caveat: “I’d honestly give it a day or so, but it’ll be really good.” My mom sniffed the butt of the melon and confirmed its ripeness with a “Oh yes. This one’s gooood,” then we thanked Kale and turned towards the pears. My mom, thinking he’d gone far away, says to me all under-her-breath, “He was more interested in your melons.” What Mom didn’t realize was that Kale was actually RIGHT BEHIND HER. He hadn’t gone ANYWHERE. And he totally heard her. Not like, he might have heard her? I don’t know? NO. He heard her. Because he was stocking pears nary 3 feet away. Mortifying (if I were 15).

    Kind of like this, FACTS ABOUT YOUR BOSOM

  2. Ma & I cooked up a fuggin’ delicious meal (sweet potatoes, steamed chard – not kale, sautéed zucchini and beets from Dad’s garden breaded all-natural chicken with GRAVY holy hell). Then we ate strawberries. Talked about our Thanksgiving trip Eastwards – very exciting! Planning to be in NY Tues 11/22 through Sun 11/27, then bus to Philly Sun-Tues for a quick visit with dear friend/soulmate Joanna (and other Philly staples). I want to fly out of Philly because I’m more familiar with that airport and it’s easier and cheaper to get there – $9 on the train or something. Dad & I ended up watching a documentary called peladaa film that two would-be soccer pros made together, travelling through 25 different countries and experiencing different pick-up soccer games. Pelada is a Brazilian word that literally means “naked,” or a game that has been stripped down to its essentials. It was interesting and slightly whiny (“I’m white and privileged and want to go prooooooo but now I’m 28 and WAY TOO OOOOOLD”) but I am just being judgmental there. Mostly really awesome stories like paying drug-dealing thugs 3,000 bolivianos to play pick-up soccer in a trapezoid-shaped court inside a Bolivian prison, buying fake Euro Cup soccer tickets, filming and interviewing construction workers who play pick-up soccer on their lunch break while building the World Cup stadium in Johannesburg, South Africa… etc…
  3. Oh hey, it’s Monday Morning (Fleetwood Mac. Great jam.) and we hear the lawn-care dudes arriving to go about their business at precisely 8:30 a.m. It’s not the most pleasant alarm clock; BZZZZZRRRRTTTT through every window of the house. I don’t like it, but it’s not really our choice (homeowner’s). I can’t help but think what a waste of labor and time and energy and fuel it is. Plus they use one of those BLOWERS which is so absurd for our kind of hippie-dippie house – we’re made of dirt, dirt dirt dirt everywhere, peace on earth, maaaaan, knamean? It scare s the chickens (but then, lots of things do). There’s no way our lawn needs to be trimmed and manicured every week. In the summer before Louise (homeowner) hired the dudes, Jake would only really mowe once every three-four weeks! Nothing like the smell of gasoline and the sound of an edger/blower that early in the morning. (Blarf)
  4. Work work work. It’s full-swing Fall 2011 semester for these way-too-hard-working-and-stressed-out-kids. Life’s too short, knamean? But whatevskis. I got a paycheck. I will not complain. Walked to jade market on my break for supplement to my lunch, which thus far only consisted of a bunch of mixed greens on the way to compost if someone didn’t eat ’em soon (rescued from my parents’ fridge). I was looking for dressing and I found Brianna’s HONEY MUSTARD dressing, which has a picture of an avocado sliced in half, saying “Great with ripe avocados!” I’ll admit, I fell right into that marketing trap. Bought a HUGE avocado too, and a bag of chips. On the way back to HGL, the funny perky owner of The Rose, Erika, sauntered by and, seeing my bundle of goodies, gasped, “No way! I was JUST ABOUT to buy avocado AND chips, too!” I was like, “Were you also going to get HONEY MUSTARD DRESSING?!” and she was like “NO” vehemently. 
  5. Ma gurl Mary started school today, very exciting also. Spen t my break listening to her describe her adorable French professeur while hanging out on the back steps watching vintage cars buzz into the gated/locked parking lot to the east of our building. A cute bullet-colored (read: dark silver) Datsun from the 60s cruised by with two miserable-looking fancy people in it.
  6. At about 9pm I biked to the library to meet up wi th Isabelle for friend Rachel’s 25th birthday drinks. I’ll admit, I roped Isabelle into coming with (aka driving my ass) to The Garage, which is about a 7 mile bike ride way up on weirdo-industrial-land Beck Street and I didn’t feel like biking alone. But I also hadn’t seen Isabelle in DAYS. Making good choices. We drove over to Rio Grande where Isa’s beau Andy and Andy’s friend Jared (who is visiting from LA) were finishing up platters of greasy Mexican food. We headed north to The Garage. What a CUTE BAR. Seriously. Isabelle & I were giggling about the layout, like who made these design decisions? i.e. “the galv anized zone,” “the hubcap zone.” Isabelle was starving and the kitchen had closed (11pm) by the time we wanted tater tots, so she ate Andy’s leftovers inside the bar, NBD.  A sweet stranger named Patrick gave me an unexpectedly tender hug after I helped him light his cigarette in the scary pit of gravel, framed in stone, on fire. Rachel is adorable and loved her card and tupperware full of cookies I brought (see my last post).  There was a rock and roll band(s) and the two frontmen did two AMAZING things:  a) shared the mike while singing and b) played guitar BACK TO BACK. And Jared had JUST said, “Man, I wanna see some mike-sharing and back-to-back guitar playing,” because it was that kind of music. AND THEY TOTALLY DID.

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School starts on Monday.

5 things!  Saturday September 24th

  1. Unplanned, I keep waking up early.  I think it is slightly stress induced but I can’t be sure.  I’ve heard that people start waking up early when they age.  Is this true?  In any case, I wake up knowing Todd is going to be coming back from his surfing trip tomorrow (Sunday) so I best be cleaning up his place soon.  Walk dog, drink coffee.  Typical morning routine right there, save for the waking up early part.  Listened to Fiery Furnaces on the dog walk and it reminded me of the Carpenters for some reason.
  2. I went to Warren’s house to pick up his motorcycle as previously arranged.   Warren runs a little record store out of his garage on Saturdays, but he’s not really been open much all summer, as he has been busy going to the river and riding his motorcycle.  I can’t remember the name of his shop but it has something to do with the ax that is fastened over the garage door, next to a record.  Ax records?  Anyway.  He asked me if I could help him with a couple of distro jobs in the next few days and he also said he’s going on tour for a month and would I like to babysit the motorbike to which I replied nonverbally by clapping my hands repeatedly while grinning like a loon.  As he gave me his keys, I asked about my helmet options, seeing as how the one he normally lends me is so large I have to wear a hat and a hoodie (hood up) in order to keep the helmet from slipping off of my head altogether.  SO DANGEROUS.  He had a new-used white full-faced number that fit my smallish head perfectly.
  3. Rode Warren’s little red Yamaha 400 to Kristi’s house.  I wasn’t sure what/who to expect on this impromptu ride she had invited me on, seeing as how I barely know Kristi, but it was Mar and Liza’s old house and so it was nice and familiar.  There is even a cat there that looks like Booty (M&L’s long lean man-cat).  Kristi has two bikes: an effing sweet Honda 350-Four with cropped café style bars and a little old Honda Dream that she’s been fixing up.  She explained that she having an awful time with her carburators which gave me a headache just listening (I have the same problem with the carbs on my old BMW which is still in SLC).  Honda Dreams are hard to work on anyways, because the parts are rare and hard to find.  Finn came over and then we rode (Finn riding on the back of Kristi’s 350) , met up with a few other queers and  rode out to Sauvie’s Island.  There were five bikes in all, and it was awesome.  I forgot how fun it can be to ride with a group, everyone taking on a stagger formation.  It reminded me a lot of when my old Portland motorbike buddy named JJ joined an old Norton bike club, and they would do monthly rides and even though they were old old Nortons and BSAs, anyone was welcome, and these old seasoned dudes would chide me on my german bike, but then they’d wink and grin with weathered wrinkled faces and take off down MLK.  Good lord it was so fun.  Laughing in my helmet fun.  Short story long, it was awesome to ride around with these ladies.  We rode to the beach at Sauvie’s and passed all of the pumpkin patches with their huge scarecrows propped up high above the already tall Halloween corn mazes.  At the beach we all sat in a row along a driftwood log and shared Dill Pickle flavored potato chips  and talked about the underground tunnels and sports teams and school and whatever.  Every now and again we’d hear the song “Under the Sea” from the Little Mermaid drifting through the air from down the Willamette, which was confusing.  It turned out to be an ICE CREAM BOAT, and Finn and Kristi desperately flagged it down like they were shipwrecked and the ice cream boat would save them, which could be a metaphor for so many other things.
  4. After the ride I went and dropped the bike back off to Warren who was in his record store/garage still, watching a soccer match on his laptop.  He told me he likes soccer, but prefers basketball, but with the NBA still on strike, he’s scratching the sports itch, which is funny coming from a guy that wears beatle-boots and white v-neck tees.  We chatted for a while, about nothing of particular interest, which is so nice.  I like when two people can sit and chat about nothing, but just be in good company to each other.  As I was leaving I saw a Klaus Nomi record so I picked it up.  I told Warren that Klaus Nomi reminds me of when my mother was sick and I brought over a documentary about him from the library and we watched it together. After watching that, my mom became obsessed with him and read everything she could find online about him, and looked for his albums.   Then I picked up a Françoise Hardy record.  “She is so Hot.”  I stated.  Warren nodded solemnly.  “Yes.  Yes she is.”
  5. Met up with Clint who is in town on bike tour.  We bought a six pack of porter and drank it out at the Skidmore Bluffs, and then met up with Mark and his friend Matt downtown.  DOWNTOWN on a SATURDAY NIGHT.  I didn’t feel like I was in Portland anymore, it was such a whirlwind of people and lights and shiny exciting nightlife.  We started at one bar called “SCANDALS” which was very typically gay in style and music (diva + techno/house+ really good haircuts), but then went over to a place that Matt recommended which was actually very classy and lovely and mellow called HOBO’S.  I don’t know why they would call it that, as it was beautiful dark wood bar and tables and nice ambiance and was playing classier things like Diana Ross’ “Love Hangover”.  After that I don’t feel like anything happened.  We drank some more, and then I felt bloated and went home which felt like the right decision.  Oh, also I listened to Fugazi all day.

    I took pictures of the motorcycle ride but can't upload them, so in the meantime, here is a picture of my dog at the beach.

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Anything is just what it makes us

5 things for Saturday • September 24 • 2011

  1. There was an amazing going-away-party for Kayla P. at Matt’s house (aka the Fortress of Cattitude) on Friday evening. Matt, Matt H., Laurie and Jordan are all in a band called MANCRATE (or is it Man Crate? two words?) and they killed it last night. Rion’s band played too, but I forgot their name. It was REALLY LOUD and (as I often do at live shows now that I am a “grown up”) I felt like I was in high school at 242 Main again (what’s up 1999!). Lots of really wonderful people all in one place. Since I feel like lately I’ve been harnessing a lot of my domestic, cat-lady-without-cats, hanging-out-in-the-sleepwear-equivalent-of-a-Snuggie energy, I haven’t felt that stoked about a big party in a while! Not to mention that there were awesome snacks like “all natural” jalepeño cheddar cheese curls, and beer like Zion Canyon Jamaican-style lager. Kayla said some really sweet things, thanking me for introducing her to Tombow™ brush pens and how I inspired her to continue drawing in her journal. I could say the same about her! ‘Twas Kayla, after all, who dragged my ass to Portland, OR in the first place for Stumptown. AND because of the bogus migraine I was trying to fend off, I carted my bike down the driveway at weenie-o’clock (about midnight) preparing to leave, when I heard “Genius of Love,” and then THIS JAM. I immediately sprinted back to the Boogie Barn to take part in one of the best double-header Mariah Carey dance shimmies/sing-a-longs I have ever participated in. Double-header because after the first MC hit single, Jordan seamlessly threw down “Heartbreaker.” And then? “Cool It Now.” YES.
  2. Whew! That one Thing took like hours because I am trying to navigate WordPress’ somewhat confusing labyrinth of media uploads [Did you like all of those links? Did they work?? VALIDATE MEEEEE]. I would have treated you to a full .m4a of “Fantasy,” but I am not allowed to upload that type of file, according to WordPress’ murky justification, “for security reasons.” As I said to Mary yesterday, I’m slowly realizing that an amateur’s (read: us) choice of WordPress as a way to “try out” blogging is like saying you’d like to learn a little bit more about God and following up by reading the Torah, the Qur’an and the Old & New Testaments in 24 hours. Or saying, “I’d like to get into politics. I’m going to run for President of the United States of America.” We’ll see how this roller coaster of internet fun treats us!
  3. I woke up this morning and remembered a promise I’d made to my good buddy Paul B. at The Party – that I’d be over to his place at promptly 11 a.m. to watch some short films he’s been working on. Paul is a longtime art-maker, a decent guitarist and fledgling filmmaker. We met when both of us worked at Utrecht Art Supply in Sugarhouse! History. I’ve had the privilege of reading several of his scripts and I’ve seen a few of his shorts here & there, but I felt a screening of his new stuff was long overdue. He would admonish me if I gave away any of his world-changing secrets (believe me, they are world-changing) so I can’t divulge too much about what I saw today, but MAN, Paul has that sort of birth-given knack for making excellent movie pictures. He has a keen eye for light, texture, the movement through and composition of each frame. His writing is honest and surprising and real. And funny! The dude is effing funny. We wrapped up our hang by indulging in tasteless, inappropriate chuckles with “Horrible People” and “Hot Sluts.”
  4. I stopped by Whole Foods on my way home because I was starving, bought one of their sandwiches from the deli (portobello + pesto + goat cheese) and ate it outside because it was a nice, hot day. This lady selling jewelry out of suitcase came up and asked me if I had any ibuprofen or pain meds, as she was currently suffering from both a toothache and a migraine. I felt compassionate because of my ordeal last night [note: I had to get up no less than FIVE times to pee, because of all the water I made myself drink, and it seemed like every hour that went by, my headache still hung around] but I couldn’t find the little vial of heroine crystal meth ibuprofen i usually keep in my bag. And THEN this older lady in a nice black-and-white dress and heels came up and asked me on behalf of the jewelry-seller, like “Do you have any Advil, she really needs some,” but right as she was asking I found it!!!!!! The little travel vial was squirreled away in an unfamiliar pocket in my bag. So I gave it to Jewelry Lady and she was very grateful. She had a really cute dog that looked like a pug-miniature boxer mix. I did not buy any of her jewelry, but I did supply her with street medz.
  5. Headed home on the two-wheeler, “got a wild hair/hare” (WHO can tell me which one is correct?) and decided to bake oatmeal-raisin-whatever cookies (oatmeal because we have tons of the stuff, don’t have chocolate chips and I only have a handful of Sno-Caps™ left)(seriously considered putting Sno-Caps™ into the cookies). My 1974 edition of The Joy of Cooking (coincidentally, a birthday gift from Paul B.!) had a recipe on page 653 for “COOKIES: Oatmeal, GEMS” and I dove head-first into the vintage adventure. I like using the 1974 edition because it calls for a sh*t-load of butter and stuff like “1 can of coconut flakes” (because I have a lot of cans of coconut flakes just laying about), has recipes such as “Sauerkraut Balls,” “toast rolls with ham and asparagus” and “Noodle dish, leftover, quantity,” and HELL NO are you going to find anything about quinoa up in this piece. Also, the yield for “oatmeal gems” was FIFTY (yes, 5-0, five times ten) 2-inch cookies. I ended up with 18. Now there are 12. Results? DELICIOUS. Oatmeal-raisin-coconut-hempseed-vanilla-cinnamon were the main characters.

    Irma Rombauer would be proud

  6. A POEM:
    Fruit flies in the kitchen,
    fruit flies on the stairs
    Fruit flies in the sink,
    fruit flies everywhere.
    Fruit flies in the basement,

    fruit flies in my chair.
    Fruit flies in the F*CKING SHOWER REALLY?! GROSS
    Fruit flies everywhere.

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The Temporal/The Corporeal

5 things for Thursday September 22

  1.  I was a gaping bottomless hunger pit today, and grumpy about it.  I keep hoping to hear from the people who magically make food stamps happen (I somehow equate this with a Wizard of Oz type of scenario for some reason).  The government man who, in his dingy office, gives me a card that somehow equates to me being able to eat on a regular basis.  It is like a strange kind of magic.  Hopefully this can happen soon.  I also know that I am premenstrual, and quitting smoking and drinking as of late is probably adding to the desire of hand-to-mouth behavior, and general hormonal craziness.
  2. Luc has been bundles and spurts of energy lately on our walks.  We walked to Woodlawn Park again, and he was doing sprints of running across the field, which is more running than a 14 year old dog-man should be doing.  My heart bursts in affection for him when he flops on the grass and wriggles around, bending his body in half and kicking his skinny, seemingly fragile legs up into the air in powerful circular kicking motions.  I used to think that he was rolling in something gross (which often might still be the case) but really I think his fur is so thick that rolling in grass must feel really good…like a rewarding back scratch, like Baloo in the Disney Jungle Book cartoon.  Also at the park, a large fountain erupting, and a toddler with no grasp of verbal language, gesturing wildly at it shrieking “UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!” while its mother recorded with her mobile device.  The kid’s eyes were like saucers, pointing and looking in amazement from the fountain to its mother back to the fountain like it was the most mind-blowing, amazing thing it had ever seen in its life, which is possibly true.  Moments like this make me feel grateful and jaded all at once.
  3. Dropped my car off at Alamo Auto Repair, which consists three older mechanics who have carved a serious niche in the Volvo mechanic service of Portland.  These dudes are gems, the stuff of legend.  I took the car in for an oil change, but got new window switches!  A new rubber pad for my clutch pedal!  And my defrost hose adjusted!  And a list of things I should eventually fix.  All for no extra charge.  I will always suggest them for new business, but they never answer the phone because they are so busy.  Job security!  The lot that they work on is a crazy tetris puzzle of Volvos in all shapes sizes and states of broken-ness and disarray but nothing gets those guys down, I swear.
  4. After dropping my car off I bike the 7 + miles to PSU to print off some resumes and check out their job fair.  It was a lovely ride, really.  Being in Portland, it’s so nice to see all the thruways so clearly marked and easy to navigate.  And now that it’s turning fall, everything feels so temporal and corporeal.  As I passed 21st and Ankeny, I saw my friend Erin who often is known by the name “Chach”.  I stopped and hugged her and asked her about a trip she’d recently returned from.  She was heading to PSU too.  “I have my car, or I would bike with you,” she said.  She told me she got a tutoring job with Portland Schools.  Then she told me that there were something like 350 applicants and they chose HER.  This information kind of set me off on a hopeless moody trajectory.  I am stoked for her, but one can’t help but feel a little helpless at that kind of news.  I think reality is really hitting me, after months of care-free living.
  5. The PSU thing turned out to be a shit show.  Discouraged, I ended up talking to my dear friend Katie G., who cheered me on, and then called in some names for me to take resumes to, all of which I did.  Every day is a new challenge for sure, but I just keep going a day at a time, knowing that it will all work out eventually.  It seems crazy to think though, that 6 months ago, I was laying in my bed in Salt Lake City and literally thought to myself: “I AM SO HAPPY.  I AM SO HAPPY THAT I CAN’T IMAGINE THAT I WILL EVER BE THIS HAPPY AGAIN”.  But I will be.  Bring on the corporeal, bring on the temporal, now.

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A text message conversation between Mary Ryder & Emily Moroz
September 16-17, 2011

Mary: Holy sh*t. Romancing the stone on Netflix! YES. It’s SO GOOD!
Emily: Omg i’m watching it.
Mary: Right now? Or soon?
Emily: Wait a second… Is KT the one whose voice reminds you of mine?!
Mary: I KNOW, RIGHT? we’ll see if it holds up to my childhood memories.
Mary: But Kathleen Turner is SMOKING HOT.
Mary: Yes! Sometimes.
Emily: Is she the cat lady?
Mary: Huh? She’s the writer.
Emily: Yes. With the cat named Romeo.
Mary: Yes!
Emily: Ahh..i miss the good old days of being able to fly into Colombia.
Mary: Wait til you get to the part where they’re bartering over the price of him (md) helping her (kt). Hilarious.
Emily: Wow. She’s got such a sexy voice. I’m flattered. I don’t see the sex appeal just yet because she is so helpless & simpering.
Mary: Dude! When she’s sitting with her publisher at the bar? And her hairs all done up like a church lady? Awesome and hot.
Emily: I think she was wearing a turtleneck. Didn’t you make fun of me once for wearing turtlenecks?
Emily: This woman is an idiot.
Mary: Come on! Its 1984!
Emily: Okay, so she’s charming. 1984 must have been like the dark ages. Maybe you didn’t make fun of me for turtlenecks. I forgive you if you did.
Mary: Also! He is helping her for 375 in travelers checks! Come on! Its funny!
Mary: And yes, ridiculous, but that is kind of the point.
Emily: It is pretty funny. But then didn’t he yell “the deal is off” while they were being shot at by policia? They’ve just discovered the plane full of weed. Will they light it on fire and get hella blazed? P.s. Pilot w/ grateful dead jacket. Nice
Mary: “Oh you know what marijuana is?” “I went to college.”
Emily: I knowwww. It’s made me lol like 6 times already! It’s awesome! I like that MD is like, taking bong rips off the fire.
Mary: Plastic and all! But the scene I’m watching now is very disappointing. But the one with the ‘little mule’ is excellent.
Mary: Trivia! MD is 40 and kt is 30 when this movie came out.
Emily: Oh my godddd. The music during this Little Mule scene. Ten years, huh?
Mary: In the village? At the party? Puke fest.
Mary: Also, for as cheesy as this movie is, that part is almost unbearable.
Emily: Oh brother. Yeah. ewwwwww.
Mary: The crux is pretty awesome though! She’s kicking ass!
Emily: i can’t wait!!!!
Emily: This movie is MADCAP.
Mary: I know!!!!!!
Mary: I just finished it! Call me if you want to process!
Emily: He mispronounces Cartagena the whole damn movie.
Mary: Omg I know.
Mary: Look at those snappers!

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To Do:

  1. Keep a list of things that happened to you today.
  2. Pare it down to five (5) things.
  3. Share with [Emily / Mary]
  4. Post on blog.

Hi, everyone! We’ve just launched our new blog 5fivethings. We hope you visit often!

Note: We wouldn’t have minded “” or “,” but there are two seemingly nice gentleman who already own those names. The former could be a Brit, and likes Christopher Nolan, “The Wire,” and updating on U.S. Thanksgiving. The latter likes these five things: baseball, dogs, family, reading and writing. Both don’t seem too convinced that anyone will read their blogs, ever.

I would not stop you if you’d like to drop them a line and mention that neither of them have updated their blogs since – oddly enough, the same month & year – November 2006. Maybe with enough convincing, one might relinquish their name to us! Wishful thinking?

Anyway, thank you for visiting. Tell your friends! Tell our friends! I was going to add something like “add us to your RSS feeds, your tumblrs, your twitters, your flitters, your jitters, and your GoogleReaders” etc. but I think you get the point.

Because you wouldn’t be reading this if you weren’t smart.

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