I just took a walk in the neighborhood. First stop was the Columbia City Library for something to feed my DVD player. Next door, the Columbia City Farmer’s Market (here’s a photoset) was in full swing. I swung by and bagged a tomato. Yeah, just one, but it’s a real beauty.
The whole time my […]
For days now I’ve felt like hell. I’m sitting at work and am so not having fun right now. Yet I’m not “sick” in the slightest nor have I quaffed a single beer.
It’s other things. Since Thanksgiving I have carelessly skipped my gym dates, shorted myself on vegetables and fresh fruit, and am bearing a […]
All the lights went out, just like that. My house and the neighborhood without power. With a little scrambling, I found a flashlight, a lighter, candles, and our oil lamp. Outside, I found a neighbor who confirmed that the light rail crew working at S Alaska ST and MLK cut the wire by mistake. Even […]
Had a nice chat with my neighbor, Scott, at the Columbia City Farmer’s Market. He and his wife, Michaele, are mural painters and illustrators. Scott’s work is on the cover of the Sept 8—14th issue of The Stranger, the New Orleans issue. Updated my Mom’s browser and anti-virus software. Her computer caught a virus somehow. I’d […]
We hit the Intiman tonight to see Lynn Nottage’s play, “Intimate Apparel.” I liked it enormously. Its protagonist, Esther, is a humble, African-American seamstress in the New York of 1905 whose business—-producing exquisite undergarments for her uptown and downtown clients—-and late-blooming love life come to successfully dramatize a host of class, gender and race issues […]
Superbrief weekend update:
Kha and Christine held their wedding last Saturday. Banquet at Hong Kong Seafood Restaurant. (pictures) Sunday we had Jennifer C & Nathan, Jen L & Matt, and Rachel over in Rachel’s honor: she’s going back to school for Industrial Design up at Western Washington University. We fired up the grill and made margaritas for […]
Yesterday I needed a haircut and saw Oanh, my usual stylist. As she’s going to deliver a baby boy in September, we chatted about babies. (Where was Sophie? In her stroller with a good view onto my haircut.)
Then I pushed Sophie all over Broadway. Cal Anderson Park beckoned, but was still surrounded by chain […]
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