i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
"you are spoon guy. you should have planned ahead buddy, or packed a bigger lunch."
[update: alex, philip & sven are all bananas, and philip further comments, "i have to admit it was something of a relief to find a quiz that wasn't created by a high school girl obsessed with anime and/or vampires." alex offers another quiz: perfume or supervillain?]
last night michael, bill, bill's friend, sven, alex & i went to see bubbahotep. it was okay. a little too crass for me, but some parts of it were strangely sweet.
randomness (the type that markalope would pull out into numbered items): sven now has a blog (ee!). john's trying to get me to play a roleplaying game. where's rob, damnit? sorry; lack of sleep must be making me testy, but i miss his essays in the desert. somehow i missed this nytimes riaa cartoon. i'm getting closer to the seattle trip: i have a place to stay (thanks, cindy & steve!), plans on oct. 4 w/ brian, a "yes" from dan, a "possibly" from rachel even though she'll be taking the lsat that weekend (go, rachel!). cindy introduced me to a concept called cuizam, which sounds interesting and something i might try if i lived in seattle. alex finally guilted me into actually finding npr's "talk of the nation" interview with neil gaiman. *goofy grin* i keep forgetting how cool british accents are. yum. alex has also managed to convince more people to join friendster, including john & michael. and it turns out that alex & lynn work mere cubicles away from each other! what a small, small world!
plans for the day: finish this long posting. clean john's bike & coolers & return them tonight. poke around craigslist job listings. poke around carquest to see what i might want to do, as i'm beginning to suspect i might have to play that card. go buy trader joe's tortillas, which i have been sorely missing. stop at zupan's while i'm out. my major guilt, other than the art room, is that i haven't gotten back to any of the craigslist people i put on hold for burning man. the timing has felt weird. i can't leave them hanging, but i'm afraid to begin things i'm not sure i can finish, and everything feels in limbo right now. :(