January 15th, 2007

Whale fluke

For those who came in late (a.k.a. Share And Enjoy)

Oh, what joy! What luxury! What decadence! Sleeping in until a quarter to nine! I'm very rested, thank you.

I might run up to the office for a couple of hours, but today is at least mostly a day off. Wednesday night I'll leave work early and make my first blood donation in months (life's been too chaotic for me to want to do a blood-draw lately, but I'm forcing myself back into the habit).

I wanted to share again my journal entries from this weekend, as I'm proud of them and wanted them seen:

* I was surprised by a tiny, unexpected detail in a dream.

* I recognized the happy geek-out potential of a TV show about food in Portland (remember, kids, Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations, tonight at 7 and 10 on the Travel Channel).

* I became a superhero!

* I braved strangely/badly-behaved drivers on the freeway to spend a day in Eugene with a friend.

* I ranted at length about sloppy magic in a novel I just read. (I'm especially fond of this one. Fantasy fans, feel free to chime in to say what you think of my thoughts...)

* I heard a commercial that unexpectedly quoted a science fiction action film.

* And I bought a ticket to a special show! (And if you can, you should, too...)
Whale fluke

Oh my yes (quick TV review!)

Thank you, Anthony Bourdain. For one thing, I now know how to pronounce gnocchi (it's kind of like knee-OH-key; I'd thought it was NYO-chee). For another, you treated the Northwest with respect and love (cursing aside) and treated some of my region's food-lovin' eccentrics well. (To see why I was hopeful you'd do just that, read what I wrote here.)

That show made me hungry. Of course, that's the point. But it also showed a side of Portland I like seeing: enthusiastic, punkish, amused and a little nuts. My people. (I knew it would be good when Bourdain met with Chuck Palahniuk.) I have eaten at Voodoo Doughnut, but next I need to have the maple bar with bacon. Yes, a maple bar with bacon. And Apizza Scholls almost makes me wish I hadn't left my previous house; that restaurant moved into my old neighborhood.

I smiled through most of that show.