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.
11:22 AM: magic kingdom for sale--sold!
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michaelmas has commented on the proliferation of cigarette stores this side of 205, but i've got an even better indicator of our wacky slumming suburb. i just saw this sign this morning:
oil change burrito & soda $29.95 for a limited time
a far cry from the hawthorn district, which i spent all day yesterday walking, poking my head into _every_ shop to find a particular something for my artist's way group. my exploration is your gain:
* house is not a store i would ordinarily go into, as it is filled with 50s-style thrift kitsch, but it strangely and delightfully also contains two full bookshelves of items from gorey details!
* pine paradise has very little pine and a TON of periodicals! shelves and shelves and stacks of old magazines and paperback books. i wasn't... expecting... that.
* the dollar scholar took a beautiful old art gallery and turned it into a place that sells tiny keychain calculators and cheap birthday streamers. "everything's a dollar!" the unnaturally cheerful counterman told me, as if i could forget.
* moonshadow's banister actually ripped open my right index finger, and i do not exaggerate when i say this. it's still ragged & raw. we had to wash it out and pour peroxide on it and bandage it. (but it's been bad hand week: earlier at the drawing studio i erased with such fervor my hand slipped and gouged the cuticle on my thumb -- which bled and blended with the charcoal -- and i've had a hangnail on hand for days, constantly catching on something i can't mention because of the supernifty supersecret project.) in his office area, women in cloaks and flowing hair and naked breasts cycled in an endless screensaver.
* at lualo's, every time i turned around a woman was immediately there to tell me about what i was looking at. every. time.
* michael, uncommon treasures _is_ where we went to pick up the little russian lacquer box, though the only ones they have now are "in the back" for some reason.
and how could i forget to mention that michael is doing a 3-way swap which will ultimately mean that he'll be the owner of a new 6gb mini ipod for $50? he's deviating from the standard use of ecto singers as ipod names: he's calling this one.... wait for it.... "the doctor." :D this will be his third (!) ipod.