September 5th, 2016

Me 2 (B&W)

Sometimes I do nothing

I like the term "fuller disclosure." It doesn't mean "full disclosure," which is used more often, but "fuller disclosure" is (to me) more truthful*.

Maybe I'm feeling like saying more because I just read Roger Ebert's memoir Life Itself and am currently reading Vol. 2 of The Diary of Anaïs Nin, but sometimes what I can say is "I did nothing." That was Saturday. I didn't leave the house or even get out of bedclothes, or shower. Instead, I read, and listened on the radio to U of O Ducks football (yay, a win!) and Portland Timbers soccer (argh, a bad loss!). And also felt vaguely guilty about not getting out for a walk, errands, or social interaction, but I decided to stick with having as quiet a day as I wound up having.

Those days happen sometimes, but don't make for scintillating blog entries. But I can note that one.

I will get out, today.

* As an attempted joke born of frustration, Douglas Adams wrote a chapter of So Long And Thanks For All the Fish that portrays everything Arthur Dent does for part of one night, then adds (paraphrased) "No. You don't actually want to know that." Adams was cranky at readers, he felt, dictating book content. Neil Gaiman said, in Don't Panic, that that was "patronising and unfair."
Me 3

These boots are made for walking. Of course, so are my legs.

I hadn't planned to walk 4+ miles today, but that's surprisingly possible and doable.

Before the bulk of that walking, I was bussing and Max'ing instead. Turns out I completely avoided the Max during a couple of weeks where service was disrupted at the Rose Quarter Transit Center, a part of the system where three of the five lines go through; now stuff there is fixed and un-disrupted, so getting through was a breeze. (Though my first train today had an issue:)

I got to Bridge City Comics, not to shop today but to order books — future shopping! — and say hi to the owner and staffers, who are good people. Nice to have a more personal connection with the people at a shop (come to think of it, I follow three of them on Facebook). And because it was good walking weather and I didn't have anything else pressing to do, the great en-walk-ening began:

Around the Mississippi neighborhood, across Skidmore and over I-5 to the old-school Portland along Interstate Ave. — old-school except for the Max Yellow Line and the more recent apartment buildings, but where booth-y dive diners and neon-infused motels from before I-5 was built are still around — then 40-some blocks just along Alberta St. I people-watched and shop-watched, and the watching was good: Alberta from about NE 13th to NE 31st is a hopping area, one I don't get to enough. I found one place I'd been looking for, the breakfast-lunch place The Big Egg, a former food cart-turned-brick-and-mortar. Lisa and Brian Wood of the late, great Big-Ass Sandwiches are not just friends with the Big Egg's owners: Brian officiated at their wedding. THAT IS GOOD VOUCHING. And now I know where to find them for breakfast one of these days.

I rested my feet at the Concordia neighborhood New Seasons supermarket, mainly because I knew I could sit there plus get wifi, and that I was near where I could get on the 72 bus back to my neighborhood. Since then? It's been nice to be barefoot. (Plus no one has to smell my feet.)