October 13th, 2006

Whale fluke

Written for my personal reference on the occasion of the release of Lemony Snicket's The End:

I haven't yet read Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events Book the 13th: The End. That said, I want to post a prediction:

I believe that, at some level, Lemony Snicket will be surprised at how the story ended.

Because, as I've heard, yes, it does end.

(I have a hold for The End waiting at the county library. The county library has over one hundred copies. I shouldn't have to wait too long.)
Whale fluke

Another dose of Lots-o-Walkin

Ah, fall. Good walking weather. And this evening's route took me off Pill Hill (stopping to give campus directions to a guy headed up the hill), down to Portland State University and the Streetcar line, which I rode to the library, then weaving through downtown to the central Borders, to be sure I could get a particular CD and a particular DVD. (I can. I didn't. I will.)

I also saw an arrest at a Max stop. With a Max train stopped short of the stop, where the cops and a guy on his knees were, so that the train was blocking traffic on S.W. Third. A cop car drove up to the stop from another direction to take the man away, so that train was really not going anywhere immediately. At 6 o'clock or so. I'm glad I was on foot.

I continued to Waterfront Park, because I like reminders that the water is right there, and crossed via the Hawthorne Bridge (which you can see here, thanks to greyaenigma). The #10 bus and, once again, my feet got me home.

I walk. It's what I do.