June 13th, 2008

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I'm on the Portlander radio

I was on-air last night!

I called into Cort and Fatboy during their "Versus" show -- every Thursday they choose two things and decided ONCE AND FOR ALL which is better (G.I. Joe or Transformers? The Simpsons or Family Guy? Hand or foot?) -- and put in my two cents. The subject: which "big dumb volcano-goes-asplodey flick" is better, Dante's Peak (which Cort likes) or Volcano (which Fatboy likes)? This, obviously, is for a certain value of "better," but I had good critic-y thoughts.

And it's saved online! Click over to Cort And Fatboy DOT Com and click the "Thursday, June 12th" podcast. It's about an hour of their DJ stuff last night (including their regular features "Fatboy's Dirty Laundry," "Cort's Backstage Blog," and other smartassedness); I don't know how far into the podcast I am (Edit: I'm about halfway through, at the 31-minute mark; thanks, greyaenigma!), but I introduce myself as Walsh. And I, um, angered Cort ("Get off my phone!").
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There was a reason I was there.

How often do I drive just to drive? Rarely, practically never in the last year in fact, but while taking a walk this afternoon after work I decided: just drive. Tonight I did, with a general destination, the new Powell's Books at Cedar Hills Crossing in Beaverton. So towards the sunset I drove.

Resulting geeky-cool moment No. 1: who was finishing a reading-signing appearance at Powell's? Salman Rushdie. I'd heard of that, and then completely forgotten it. But there he was, calm and smiling as he greeted fans. I didn't join the line; it would've felt like party crashing. I was content with a brush with a gentle man who has lived for 20 years with the threat of being killed for who he is. And that's a little mind-blowing. To the point I kept thinking the much less harrowing thought Whoa; he moved in the same circles as Douglas Adams.

Resulting geeky-cool moment No. 2: what was on the Horror shelves? A pre-revising paperback edition of The Stand by Stephen King. 1988 printing, it looks like, and it's in decent shape for being 20 years old (about the same length of time since the fatwa was declared against Rushdie, in fact), and I snapped it up. I even did a bit of a happy dance. (The last copy I saw of that original text of The Stand was a first hardcover printing in a locked cabinet at the downtown Powell's, marked at $100 even with water damage. I didn't buy that one.)

blubeagle? After I read this copy, I'm sending it to you. I've planned for over a year to do that. Part 1 of that plan obviously took a while; Part 2 will be quicker.