Portland, Oregon

8/30/2008 – 9/1/2008

Due to my silliness in Eugene I arrived a couple of hours late, and even though Jimbo had been at the train station looking for me earlier (his phone was dead) he managed to borrow another car to come pick me up. Great! We stopped by Powell’s and grabbed a slice of pizza up on Hawthorne before heading back to his house. We went over to Nathan’s house to watch the Oregon Ducks football game, then kept hanging out there in the evening drinking beer for a while. Ended up in somebody’s basement watching people play music.

On Sunday we again hung out at Nathan’s with the big screen TV, eventually ordering a gigantic amount of fried chicken while watching Uptown Saturday Night (which was really great!). After eating way too much we went back to Jimbo’s to recuperate before heading to the west side to go to a karaoke night Casey had organized. He managed to get many of Portland’s famous and not-yet-famous musicians to show up and hang out, many of them singing a song or two. It was weird because I recognized many of the people in the room from Eugene. Apparently most of the U of O moves to Portland after graduation.

Monday afternoon I headed across town on the bus to meet my ride. I got on the wrong one the first time but managed to figure it out in time and was lucky with the timing so didn’t miss my ride.

Reading: Started reading Jimbo’s copy of Bomb the Suburbs–it’s great!–but I left my copy in Eugene so I’ll have to finish it later. Also still working on The Balkans.

Departure: Craigslist rideshare to Seattle, $15.

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Where’s Waldo

When I was in grades 5 & 6 the kids in my school called me Walrus. The next year, at a different school, they called me Waldo. Unrelated to all that, here’s a funny movie:

Seen on Speak Quietly.

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I wrote this in my head on the chinatown bus

Yes, I realize, I post on here very infrequently. Oh well. I think it’s just the way it’s going to be. Anyways, I rode the chinatown bus home from Philadelphia today. As we were pulling out of Philly, I drafted the following (in my head):

If this is the worst thing that happens to me today I live a good life

I am appalled that the bus driver thought it was a good idea to play that movie where Vin Diesel is a soldier-nanny.

But after suffering through the first movie the driver redeemed himself. He played Total Recall, which we all know is one of the best movies ever made. So that’s it. We got to DC right before the climax of the film, but I’ve seen it lots of times so it’s okay.

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A Sunday

I had a great day today! I didn’t end up going to Philly last night (we decided such a short trip might not be worth it) but as a result of my early-turn-in got up early this morning and went on a hike with Jenny. It was pretty neat: the Billy Goat Trail branches off of the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal towpath on the Maryland side of the Potomac river, just upriver from DC and downriver from Great Falls Park. Whew, that was a mouthful. It was fun. As you can see on the map, we wandered around a little bit.

After I got home I grabbed my bike which had flat tires and walked it down to Cleveland Park, where the gas station has an air compressor. After filling the tires I locked my bike up and got a slice of pizza from Vace. I ate my delicious piece of pepperoni then went for a four mile run through the zoo and up Rock Creek to Tilden Hill. I like this route, but that hill at the end always kills me. Ack. Finished by riding my bike back up to my place.

Finally, Stuart called me and then he came over and we got dinner at Nanny O’Brien’s in CP. We walked back to my place and rented Rocky Balboa from the Red Box. Fun stuff!

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Pirates 3

Despite the typical-for-this-franchise crazy semi-nonsensical plot the movie was fun. And highly entertaining. Also, the guy directly behind me scream-laughing into my ear approximately every 72 seconds, on average, was pretty awesome too!.

Update: Salon has a fairly negative review posted. I like this bit:

Director Gore Verbinksi and writers Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio have shoehorned so much action, movement and manufactured dazzle into the picture — all cued by Hans Zimmer’s hyperventilating music — that the thing never simply breathes. This is a glazed, inhuman, cluttered piece of work, a storytelling mishmash that buries the considerable charms of its actors under heavy drifts of silt.

I can see what the author is saying, but don’t agree with her final conclusion of “basically worthless.” I do recommend being prepared for ridiculousness and over-the-top chaos, though.

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Movies my friends need to see

I can’t believe that people:

  1. miss Animal House references.
  2. haven’t seen Strange Brew.

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