January 2007

Thom york is a mumbler but we can forgive him because he writes such badass lyrics.

Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up get the guns
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don’t you dare
Don’t you dare
Don’t you flan in the face
Take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don’t look in the mirror at the face you don’t recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he’s gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don’t pay the ransom
And I’ll never see them again if I squeal to the cops. . . .

Walking like giant cranes
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
in a tight little world
and are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers city
Boys in First Class don’t know we’re born you know
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you’d get up get over
get up get over and turn your tape off

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he’s gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don’t pay the ransom
And I’ll never see them again if I squeal to the cops

So I’m just gonna. . . .


Now go listen to the song with the lyrics in front of you and it will make sense. I apologise to anyone who already understands.


The cabal that has hijacked my time “suggested” that I do something. I have a weakness for free stuff especially but not limited to food. So I saddled up and went for a ride around the city.

The tugboat brewing co serves one mighty fine porter.


It’s like a meal in a glass.


Books lining the walls give the impression of a professor’s study.


This is pioneer courthouse square. They call it portland’s living room. Kind of sad with the “nondenominational holiday tree” all stripped of lights and most it’s branches.


Which way now?


Over the burnside bridge for a free show at the doug fir. The band’s name was southerly and the lead singer kept complaining that he had to play that show because he wanted to go see some other band that was playing that night. The doug fir is a futuristic log cabin and it is up for an award for best live music venue of the year.


The doug fir is part of a big complex that includes the jupiter hotel and KBOO radio. I heard awhile ago that one of bush’s spawn (jenna I think) stayed here when she was in town. Since the fir is a smoke free environment they built a patio in the parking lot and made a little living room outside complete with a fire pit.

img_0646.jpg On my way home I stopped by the burnside skate park under the bridge.img_0656.jpg

And while crossing the bridge I thought I would share with you an iconic portland symbol.


As always when I return home from an arduous day in the lab I am greeted by my best friend mackinac (phonetically=mac-short “i”-naw). He does his usual circle around and roll over on the back for a belly scratch routine. Recently however he has been expressing his disappointment with my long work days in very extreme and ultimately futile ways. It all started a while ago when his friend from upstairs came over to hang out.

This is N.E.O. (Near Earth Object not to be confused with keanu).


See how they conspire against all humans.


So I know where he gets it from. Well today mackinac must have had a separation anxiety tantrum as you can see for yourself.


I mean do you even realize the measures that have already been take to prevent just such a dogtastrophe. See how in the next photo everything edible is on the fridge. By the way, the cat litter tub is the dogfood container.


Well in the next photo you can see where all my food (because this was all my food for then next month or so) was stored.


Yes, the cupboard not out in some obvious accessible place. I kind of regret teaching him how to open the fridge to get me a beer all the sudden. Now take a look at the mutt after a walk and dinner.


Someone looks pretty god-damn content after all the trouble he caused. Now imagine what you have just witnessed but a hundred times worse and the cops or social services get involved and you can’t just clean it up. That’s what it’s like having kids! Sorry all you breeders out there. This year is not starting out that well. If I were a positive person I would say, “well it can only get better from here” but truly I believe this is but a foreshadowing.

Who wants pasta puttanesca.


You work with what you got.

My Ipod wanted you to know about the american radio works podcast called imperial washington on how google fought the good fight for net neutrality for us little guys. Hiring lobbyists to go up against the lobbyists for the big telecoms companies (who own the infrastructure). They had to form an alliance with the christian coalition. It also appears that lobbying got it’s start during the Grant administration in the late 1800’s. It said president grant’s wife didn’t care too much for his drinking so he would go to the Willard Hotel across the street. It became known around washington that if you wanted access to the president you had to hang out in the “lobby” of the Willard where he liked to drink.

Anyone reading this may wonder why someone such as myself would write a blog. Most of you are no doubt familiar with the fact that I am communicationally challenged. In this modern world of cell phones, email, myspace, IM, and now Skype, I am at the back of the class. This is evidenced by the fact that I only signed up for an email address 2.5 years ago. Go ahead and call me old-fashioned but I don’t feel that I can “effectively” communicate with someone through a medium. Computers in particular have always seemed like just word-processors to me. Nice to write a term paper on but not much else. That is until starting my new job where I have my own Mac and lightning fast access. I apologize to those of you who are PC users and like it. You people must understand something about computers that I can’t figure out. Mac’s, on the other hand, are for those of us who were not born with our fingers fused to the home keys. Not long after my introduction to Mac’s at work I, through the depth-less charity of a friend, retained the service of a G5 Imac at home.



Since then, my appreciation for the apple family of products has grown by leaps and bounds. I acquired a used older 3rd gen Ipod from a coworker (unfortunately it is not under warranty and is not-so-slowly dying). The Ipod has changed my life (don’t laugh). I walk the dog 2 hours each day and commute to work 40 min each way by train and bike, not to mention all day at work (am I going to go deaf?). Soon I will write a post about my podcast directory. Now we get to the part where you learn why I am spending so much time using a machine that I am writing about using that very same machine. Let me introduce the new MacBook. Of course I needed an external for backup purposes.


I know absolutely zilch about anything high-tech but I do know this is the sickest computer available to the general public (well maybe one of those toshiba toughbooks). The only issue now is wireless. I “borrow” a Wi-Fi signal from one of my either altruistic or less tech savvy neighbors. So I searched around for a way to boost my ability to “borrow” Wi-Fi access. Most of the info I found was for making antenna that increase signal output from a router. Then I stumbled across QuickerTek and the Quicky which is a transceiver not an antenna (transceivers require power) that uses a usb port. This thing takes the place of the AirPort card and makes all sorts of claims that I fell for. I got mine for from small dog electronics (who have great customer service and a good deal on a new MacBook). Well it worked about 1/3 as good as my stock AirPort Extreme card. Good news: I will get my money back. Bad news: still have a crappy connection.

I don’t want to make it seem that I am underestimating the intelligence of anyone reading this so I must explain how it is that a income-challenged individual such as myself can afford such luxuries. I got permission to sell my G5 (here’s my sales post what do you think), I am on a pay cycle that gives 3 checks in december and I get an education discount on everything apple through my job. The recent car drama kind of screwed my whole budget up but hey what can you do that’s life. Also you may have noticed I do and will make up words as I see fit (communicationally ha ha).

Now that I have a notebook that I can throw in a bag and take out I needed a case to protect it. Wouldn’t you know it, the other day I was at MacForce (non-apple affiliated Mac Store) and saw a ripped timbuktu notebook case so I grabbed it for half-price and stitched it up myself at home.


The MacBook thinks it’s too good for me so that’s why I have to keep the posts rolling out and it helps keep the camera from feeling left out as well. Well now that I’ve bored you all to death I promise some more interesting info is on the way. The holidays have put many of the usual activities on hold but next week is the january MMR and I think I’ll do a bike/pub crawl to exhibit some of the unique drinking establishments p-town has to offer.

« Previous Page