January 23rd, 2008

Whale fluke

Unknown Kenning

The hospital didn't immediately have the full name of a patient who came here this week. The patient's name is therefore listed as "Unknown Kenning."

That sounds kind of epic.

(I should read up on kenning...)

Increasing Powell's!

Portland institution Powell's Books has announced plans to add space to its flagship downtown location. The store will be adding a floor or two (or maybe three) above the front entrance at NW 10th and Burnside, the one part of the block-sized bookstore that's still only one story tall. (*insert "has the most stories!" joke here*)

More details here, including how the front entrance will move slightly west to what's now the Poetry and Literature areas.

Powell's is a genuinely neat place. The science fiction/fantasy/horror/gaming/mystery room -- the Gold Room -- has cool touches like a pillar signed by all sorts of writers (including a Neil Gaiman sketch of Morpheous) and elevator machinery that makes these great whooshing noises, like it's the sound of a door irising instead of just opening. Very science fictional. And its selection is impressive; it's a bookstore with hand-out maps (PDF) available at the door, after all.

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iAm iSaid

I read WAY too much into commercials.

Radio commercial: a man shows up at a cell phone store and asks the saleswoman to help him with "my New Year's resolution." "We can do that," she says. Here's the thing: she says that before he tells her what his resolution is. It's just to get a new phone, but what if it had been:
* having sex in public?
* creating an animatronic walking Kremlin?
* writing and debuting a ballet called Dance of the Flensers?
* filling a pool with hot and sour soup? ("Really, it's great! You'll get exercise AND get your sinuses unclogged!")
* herding cats?

Because customer service can only go so far!

Yeah, I think about stuff like that.