April 7th, 2013

Whale fluke


Better stuff. I *am* allowed to have it.

I indulged in a yard sale yesterday for maybe the first time in a year maybe two, and I'm happy with the relatively few things I got. I was good (I do still need less stuff, but fear not, I'm tackling that). It was also a great excuse to be social since the sale was put on by members of PDX Yar who I'm familiar with. I've missed a lot of them. I hadn't planned to go out to it when the day began, as it's on NE 121st near I-84 and not all that near me, but I reminded myself that I could count it as a road trip. And what was my last road trip? Wilsonville a few weeks ago, followed by Milwaukie last weekend, and neither of those were far. It's not like I was impromptu road-tripping to Tijuana, so why not another not-too-far trip?

So I got to hang out with a happy, smart-assing crew of people I like, and I bought fun stuff cheap. So, so tempted by a U.S.S. Enterprise shuttlecraft alarm clock, but no. Instead I bought handmade art, a Frozone action figure from "The Incredibles," a vintage Mountain Dew bottle -- at least my second decorative bottle! -- a Heinlein novel I haven't read yet ("The Cat Who Walks Through Walls"), a Dexter Jettster figure (the most important cook in the "Star Wars" universe!), and a genuine upgrade: earbud headphones.

Turns out these headphones work LOADS better on my iPad. They're plugged into this iPad now. My first few months of having this iPad, I've used the headphones from my little bubble-like radio/CD player that used to be my radio at my hospital job, but haven't gotten much use of since then. But the iPad seemed quiet when I'd use the headphones, plus the headphones were getting banged up from more use. I'm glad I spotted the little container with those buds. Ear buds. You know I mean those buds, right?

I got home fine from that excursion, and relaxed at home the rest of the night. at least as relaxed as I can be when the Timbers are playing, but the team pulled away from a usually formidable opponent, the Houston Dynamo, and stayed pulled away. 2-0! Phew. (Am I going to say "phew" about every Timbers win or tie? They can be known for snatching defeat from the jaws of victory...)

Today's been a walking day, with stops in a cafe and a library to use WiFi. And also to get the apps I need to watch some of the TV shows I realized I've been missing, like "Survivor" and "Grimm." To get more use out of this iPad, I need to think more in terms of apps. I'm not used to thinking that way -- I keep thinking "I want apps that do All The Things!" Can I upgrade my thinking? WHOA I BROUGHT THIS AROUND FULL CIRCLE. Elegant. I'm the best blogger.

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All of my transport today was on foot.

I was halfway through my peregrinations when I last posted ("Upgrades!"), and when I left the Belmont library where I'd been online I was able to get over to some Portland streets I haven't been on before. Off the beaten path = less likely to get hit by cars (unless suddenly all cars' friction got turned off, like in those reprogrammed Grand Theft Auto games), and you'll see different scenery. It encourages both looking around and feeling your way around instead of following a set, mapped-out path.

So on the way home, and on one of those roads I hadn't been on before, I saw a ruined garage, one of those that are unattached from the house because the house is on a hill sloping up from the street. (I kind of want those kinds of garages to have a secret tunnel connecting it to their houses' basements, because secret tunnels.) It was a garage just big enough for one car and for people to get out of it; now there was no roof, plus debris, weeds and an overturned couch "inside." Not what I expected to find in the middle of Portland, but neat. Even though it was messy, YEAH I KNOW.

Now I'm wishing I took pictures. I could have; I had my iPad in my backpack. But photo-taking under the wrong circumstances can be rude, and also taking a picture with a nine-and-a-half-by-seven-and-a-quarter-inch piece of gray plastic is a little conspicuous.

So just my eyes saw them. As do the eyes of whoever lives in the neighborhoods I wandered through, but that's obvious. (Sometimes I've obvious, sometimes.) Plenty of cute and/or impressive houses. Plenty of joggers. Plenty of walkers with their dogs. Plenty of passing cats who at least don't mind my presence. A deal at a Plaid Pantry I stopped at, where I got two bottles of Mexican Coke with sugar for $2.10 including the deposit. And a nice treat of dinner at a pizza place I hadn't been to before, on SE Gladstone just off of 39th/the recently-renamed Cesar Chavez Blvd.

And no rain. Until the last 15 or so minutes of my walk, when my lucky timing ran out (I'd been inside for each rainfall today) and I got drenched. But hey, all I was going to was home where I could get in a hot shower and warm up, so I just protected the stuff in my pockets from getting wet as well as I could and toughed it out for the rest of the walk. Made getting home and getting comfortable even more of a reward.

Likely I'll walk in my dreams. I do it a lot there.
Blow My Mind

Also, I'm let out in public why?

It was at about the Holgate Ave. viaduct over the Brooklyn rail yards, some 10-15 blocks from my apartment, when the rain finally got me today 'round 7 o'clock (I'd dodged it the entire day before that). I got drenched. And this thought went through my head:

"I could piss myself and it wouldn't look bad!"

No, Chris. Don't, Chris. Also, Chris, don't let your mind do anything with that random thought where it rewrote that line Morrissey sang for the Smiths: "Caligula would have brunched." Because at some level you'll want to imagine Caligula's restaurant, and you don't want to offend docbrite any more than he's already offended about brunch...
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