February 15th, 2014

TNG Darmok

Briefly

Former.
Was.
Once.
Then.

Now.
What.
Is.
Next?

Can.
There.
Be.
Time?

Yes.
Just.
Learn.
More.



I wanted to title this "Untitled," but even a three-syllable name seems too long for this little one.


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Me 2 (B&W)

Early afternoon report while I digest a mocha at Grendel's

Sights (so far) today, as I've walked in Portland's rain to get a Big-Ass Sandwich:

- Rain drops.

- The frame of the canopy that used to be next to Big-Ass Sandwiches, twisted out of shape after the snow last week got too heavy on it. "Someone needs to make that into modernist sculpture," I told Quentin after he'd handed me my sandwich. "Someone's supposed to be coming to pick it up," Quentin said.

- Rain drops.

- The former Tazo Tea office across SE 2nd from Big-Ass, now home to a New Seasons Markets kitchen. I worked a few times at temp jobs in that building when it was Tazo's warehouse (until Starbucks bought the company and relocated that operation to Seattle), and I was hoping someone else would make use of the space.

- Rain drops. AT LEAST IT'S NOT SNOW.

- Bicyclists at Burnside Skatepark (http://www.skateoregon.com/Burnside/Burnside.html), doing bike stunts. I watched while eating most of my sandwich. I miss bicycling.

- Me having thoughts, like "Does anyone ever order one of Big-Ass Sandwiches's veggie sandwiches with bacon? Maybe I should." (I didn't. When I was choosing a sandwich, I actually thought "no, I don't need bacon right now.")

- Fencing enthusiasts and gymnastics students, at events in the Oregon Convention Center; I went there to get drier and use wifi. Cheering and screaming came from (I presume different) exhibit halls.

Later sights today should include a band. A group where a woman I know is a singer will be playing at a bar within walking distance of my apartment. I have my three dollars' cover in my pocket already...
Captain Kris W'lash

This surprised me

I reminded myself to get to a supermarket tomorrow, and then realized that thanks to snow, freezing rain, and general ick, I was last in a supermarket on the morning of Thursday, Feb. 6th.

I probably haven't gone that long between market visits in all the time I've been a post-collegiate adult out on my own.

Yeah. Certain staples are kind of sparse.