June 5th, 2011


Travelogue of the forgetful

Hi. A catch-up journal entry will happen in a bit, but here's some of where my head's at:

In a lovely success, I managed to fall back to sleep this morning after I'd awakened early. Usually I can't do that. I mainly woke up the first time because my body was telling me Dude, bathroom, RIGHT QUICK.

(Here's some TMI: I seemed to crap out more than I could have possibly eaten yesterday, like I was a shit TARDIS.)

So I slept enough after that to have a second round of dreams today. They involved repeatedly forgetting things -- in this case, a red coat of mine -- in parts of dream-Portland & trying to find them again. While it's either sunny or suddenly raining the rain of monsoons. At least Portland's also very walkable in my dreams, not just in reality. But it was frustrating, going somewhere to get the coat, then leaving without it, then realizing I'd left without it, then going back. My dreams almost always involve lots of walking. Even my dream-self has strong legs.

Oh, by the way, this red coat? I haven't seen it for years. I'm sure it's somewhere in one of the family places. It's a good coat. And big. How big? One on college trip where my dorm rented a cabin in Sun River, Oregon, I used the coat as a sleeping bag.
NCC-1701 Nebula 2

Pwn Toney channels Sam Spade

Part of the Portland Geek nexus that includes Cort and Fatboy, Rick Emerson, and Aaron "Geek in the City" Duran is the musician who goes by the name Pwn Toney. (If you don't know Internet-speak, rhyme "Pwn" with "own." By the way, you also can read his Twitter feed.)

Last night he held a listening party at the Space Room bar/ Brite Spot Restaurant on Hawthorne for his new album Star Pilot's Lament. It was a well-attended, well-lubricated, happy groove of an event, with a hiccup that happened after I left. I want to share his description of the gorgeous Goth-dressed patron who, unknowingly (or knowingly?) rudely, asked him to stop playing his own music (for a well-attended listening party, remember) and play something by the rapper Ma$e:

[O]ne look deep into her eyes just allowed you to see what was going on across the street.
That's hard-boiled, man. Chandler or Hammett would be proud. *approves*
Berthold Run

Olympathon next weekend!

I'll be hard to reach next weekend, because I'm going to get as close to something Olympic+ as I'm ever likely to be.

Saturday and Sunday June 11th and 12th, Portland is (perhaps the unknowing) host to the 2011 Geek Olympathon.

(Yes, its logo is the Olympic rings, two of which look like glasses with tape on them.++)

And I'm on a team, with four other people I've gotten to know through Geek Trivia: Steph and Ryan Castro from Atomic Arts (the Trek in the Park people), local acupuncturist/massage therapist Andrew Hill, and local student, instigator, good guy and could-be-a-Seth-Rogan impersonator Ryan Reid. Good people all, with varied skills which will be put to the test.

The contests, which will happen all the heck over Portland, will include organizing and filling a comic book longbox as quickly as possible, finding all the back issues that tie into a particular comic book story arc, untangling game console controls and wires so you can play a vintage video game, improvising a Star Trek scene, answering trivia, building Lego structures based on a given scenario, a PDX Yar-led scavenger hunt (excuse me, "scallywag hunt"), and more. Also, there's a longbox long jump. Yes, how many longboxes one can jump over with a running start. This is a thing that will happen.

What will I do? I hope bring honor to my team! (I'm not going to try to crush my enemies, see them driven before me, or hear the lamentation of their women. That's way too harsh for this.)

+ Getting close to someone Olympic is much easier, since a cousin of mine ran in the 2004 Athens Olympics. Really.

++ And hey, guess who has two thumbs and tape on his glasses? This guy. It's like I was meant to play!

The soundtrack for tonight is thunder and rain

The window to my left is open. There is gentle rain outside. There are occasional -- at least so far -- flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder. Otherwise, for now, no sound.

It's somewhat humid, but by Portland standards, not Virginia standards. This is one of the times I'm glad I lived for years in Virginia.

Now I wait, for more thunder, maybe more flashes. Nothing too dramatic; it won't be a big storm. But that it's a storm at all: I like that. Judging from my Twitter feed, so do lots of other people in Portland I know.

It's quieter now. I'm tempted to have a window open while I sleep. Of course, that risks the weather getting less quiet, but the breeze and the ambiance may be worth it. I don't open my windows enough at night. We've now reached the season (finally -- finally) where that can be good to do.

There. Another small flash, well southeast of me. No attendant thunder, yet. Probably too far for that. Further east than me is Bobby "Fatboy" Roberts, and he chimed in on Twitter just now:

Outer SE's sky looks like Chernobog's in Fantasia. Threatening clouds, jagged illumination - but no thunder. The air is on mute.
Is it fair to end one of my journal entries with someone else's words? (Though at least I don't claim they're mine. That would be a dick move. But I digress.)

Summer is about to do its thing. One of its things. And damn it I'm not doing a very good job of sounding profound right now so I'll stop. And, for now, keep the window open.