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Monthly Archives: January 2009

Happy 3-Year Anniversary, Portland. You’ve Been A Good Home Thus Far.

There’s a really tense moment that immediately follows the discovery of a tooth in the bite of veggie burger you’ve just taken. In this moment, you must decide which of the following situations will be more distressing:

The tooth is your own. (Alarming and Expensive.)

The tooth is someone else’s. (Disgusting and Disturbing).

Ultimately, I decided that the former would be an easier reality to deal with. Lucky for me, a quick once-over with my tongue revealed that I was missing half of my top left pointy tooth. (Or “top left canine”, as Ashley assures me the proper name is.)

It’s a weird feeling, only having half of a tooth. I can’t stop touching the space where the other half used to be. I have to feel the contours over and over and over. It’s replaced biting my finger nails as my preferred unconscious activity.

I also have to be really careful about smiling too broadly, now. I’ll post pictures a little bit later, if I can get myself over the vanity hurdle.

Quarter inch of snow last night. It’s almost all gone by now, but I’m still a little freaked out. I thought I had a firm grasp on Portland weather by now, but all of my beliefs have been thrown out the window this winter.

It is absurd how much time I devote to contemplating and discussing the weather. I hate to give Oasis any credit, but they were dead-on about how it makes or breaks your day.

There’s a new vegan bar up on Alberta. According to (extremely carnivorous) H-Bomb, it has very good food, and an excellent happy hour. H-Bomb didn’t even realize it was a vegan bar until she tried to order a White Russian*, and got a look of epic disgust from the bartender.
Anyway, if anyone’s up for it, let me know.

*A quick caveat about White Russians. If you attempt to make a vegan version, DO NOT use non-dairy creamer.  Ashley and I discovered this on New Year’s. Being the exceptionally literal people we are, we figured that it would make our drinks both creamy and free of dairy. We were right on both counts, but because it’s not called Non-Dairy SHIT, I’ma barf right now Creamer, we failed to consider that this might also be a possible taste dimension. Chalk that one up to lessons learned the hard way, I guess. That, and New Year’s Resolutions that will be easy to keep.

Back in Business

Happy 2009.  The lack of posting for the last month was mainly due to my not wanting to deal with computers over winter break; I was basically chained to one of the rental computers at work for the duration of fall quarter, and that was a miserable existence.  

But I managed to get a lot of stuff accomplished over the past 4 weeks — including the procurementof a new digital camera!  It’s not as nice as the last one (the lighting in all of the pictures is kind of dim), but I still really like it.  It’s red, and its shape reminds me a little of a 1950s station wagon.  My new rule is that it stays in my jacket pocket at all times.  That way, I’ve always got it around in case something snapshot-worthy presents itself, but there’s little danger of it ending up in the laundry pile. (The jacket is dry-clean only.  There are no dry-cleaners in my neighborhood.  Problem solved.) 

Unfortunately, it’s January in Western Oregon and I just started the second term of Intermediate Accounting, or “The Really Hard One”, as my fellow night school students affectionately refer to it.  (The first term was just “The Hard One.”)  What this means is that the only things to take pictures of are fir trees against a gray background (make that extra gray, thanks to this camera’s lighting issues), and there’s no time to go out and take pictures because I’m too busy journalizing the effects of troubled debt restructurings.  Present value is a demanding and jealous mistress. 

Mean time, you’ll have to settle for crappy disposable camera pictures I took of the December Snowstorm. 

snowbound

I’ve deemed it “The Great White Apocalypse,” because it litterally shut down half the city for nearly two weeks, and because I’m predisposed toward grandiosity. 

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Remind me to tell you about waiting an hour and a half in 27 degree weather for a bus that, according to the transit hotline “may or may not” show up. 

albina-looking-south

Then remind me to tell you about riding with Ashley in her small Japanese sedan from Beaverton over the West Hills to my apartment.  In the dark.  Without snow chains.  Which, incidentally, we would have been fined $200 for if we’d been caught.  Which was really the least of my worries: the only other sedan we saw on 26 without snow chains happened to be banked on the side of the road and covered in at least 6 inches of powder.  Remind me to tell you about the incredible patience Ashley displayed when she resisted kicking me out of the car for anxiously pointing this out to her. 

dark-and-snowy

Especially remind me to tell you about walking (crawling, really) 15 blocks in the snow alongside the highway portion of 82nd Avenue where there’s no sidewalk and dirty snow is piled up 2 feet high.  This was to get to the hotel room I’d rented so  that I’d be close to the airport in the hopes I might actually make my 8 o’clock flight out on Christmas Eve.   That was actually kind of a fun adventure, believe it or not.   And then I got to the hotel, and it turned out they had a cocktail lounge.  So, ultimately a rewarding excursion.

Finally, of course, we have some YouTubeage.  I’m in love with this video, especially the part that starts around 2:34.  The song-within-a-song trick is something Joni Mitchell pioneered, by the way.  And it’s executed beautifully here.  I seriously hardcore want to be one of those back-up singer clones.  They’re just so chic.

Oh, yeah.  In case you were curious, Ashley managed to get us to my apartment without once skidding off the road into a ditch.  She is an amazingly calm and focused driver.  I am buying her snow chains and flares for her birthday.