Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 9 [Our Aquarium Community]

Tonight, we passed our fish tank community on to their new caretakers, the Southerners.

Although the tank wasn't the same the last few months, what with most of the fish dieing off, both rapidly and of old age, it will be missed. It looks so sad in that picture, but I promise, it was really exciting. Really.

Someday, I think I'd like to get a big 50-gallon tank, maybe with a salt water community. But Kimberly keeps giving me a look. You know the look, you probably got it from your principal or mom once. The "NO" look. I don't think I'm getting the big tank anytime soon. :(

With Kimberly's thesis odyssey coming to an end and me quitting my job, who would have thought that the giving away of our aquarium would be the thing that makes it feel like this whole vacation and move might actually happen.

Done

A quick post here because I'm too sick of typing to write more.



I'm DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The thesis is DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I defended it today. It's over and done. A few short hours of changes and printing and that's it.

I think my whole world will change.

Can I take a nap now?

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 8 [The Couv]

For the last year, I've been driving 20 miles across the Columbia River and heading north to Vancouver, WA for work. My last day was last Friday.

The Couv. Vantucky.

The Couv doesn't have the best reputation: it's the red-necked, meth-addicted stepchild of cool, hipster Portland. In reality, it's mostly a bedroom community for people who want to work the system: no income tax in Washington, no sales tax in Oregon. Me, I worked the system the wrong way.

Don't get me wrong, the Couv seems like a perfectly reasonable place to live. It's just a lot of suburban sprawl compared to Portland's dense city center. It probably gets an unnecessarily bad rap, especially when people perpetuate the stereotypes by calling it Vantucky.

Over the last year, I've resisted learning anything about the Couv, including the names of the streets near my office. I have found some decent eating places that I'll miss, like Patrick's Hawaiian, the Golden Tent Mongolian Grill, and the always popular all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet.

Most of all, though, I'll miss my work mates. My job was often insanely crazy; we even invented a new term for those really rough times: a cry-nap. But the crew of people we had was pretty great, often times making my life easier. I don't know if I'll ever go back to the same industry; I'm don't think I'll miss it if I don't. But I will miss the good people I've worked with.

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 6.2 [Things in The Forest ]

The plants that are native to Oregon are pretty spectacular. Lots of cool things grow in the forests hear, including tiger-lilies, dogwoods (that's one growing wild up there), and rhododendrons. In fact, there's a whole city named Rhododendron in Oregon.

Rhoddies are kind of the unofficial-official plant of this area (after Roses, which are kind of the official-official plant of the area, represented by this). I imagine it's because they're dormant 11 months of the year, then bloom in the spring to announce the end of the rainy season. Rhoddies are a harbinger of warmer, sunny days.

Usually, they aren't that spectacular: a boring green bush/shrub/tree. But right now, the rhoddies are exploding with their blooms. I imagine the Rhododendron Garden is looking amazing.


Pretty much everything here is blooming right now; the pollen is painful. The streets are covered, the car gets a fresh coat every morning. Although I can barely breath with the stuffed up nose and pounding headache, it is pretty beautiful here right now.

Credit: Dogwood photo from Jerry Greer, which I found randomly with Google Images and is a pretty awesome photo.

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 1.2 [Other people love Portland food]

In case you doubted my rave reviews of Portland food- see these links for national reviews of Portland restaurants!!


Voo Doo Donuts was reviewed by Jane and Michael Stern and also aired on the Splendid Table, an NPR radio food show (which you should definitely check out, 6 pm Sundays here in PDX)


The NY Times ran a review about Portland recently- 36 hours in Portland

So, really, when I tell you that there's some good food here- I'm not joking!

"Honey, Stay Away From the Creepy Man"

My eyes, they're kind of messed up. I wear hard pieces of plastic in my eyes, known as scleral lenses; after reading that first wiki entry, this apparently means I have "advanced or very irregular keratoconus." I thought I had a mild case. Crap.

[That first wiki article is actually very interesting, especially in regards to treatment alternatives.]

Anyways, the doctors and contact lens specialist I visit usually put some phosphoresce chemical in my eyes, then shine a cobalt/black light on it and can tell if the lens is sitting on the eye properly. To me, the chemical has always given the room an amber hue.

But today, they wanted to do some extra stuff, so they actually had me fill the lenses with this chemical before putting them on. Apparently, it doesn't dissipate as quickly when applied this way.

When I got in the car, I freaked myself out pretty good.

Disclaimer: No photoshop was used to doctor these images, except for cropping.

Apparently, it will eventually dissipate, but until then, I look forward to messing with people on the street.

I think it would be cool if I could do this whenever I wanted. It looks way creepier in real life.

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 7 [Full Service Gas]

Oregon State Law does not allow self-service gas stations. While the intent of this is to create more jobs for the often-depressed economy, a residual benefit is that I don't have to get out of the car in the rain to pump my own gas. Hooray for me being lazy.

A lingering downside to the law is that most people who pump gas, especially in the Portland Metro area, are either 12-years-old and scratch my car or are meth-addicts, with few or no teeth. The funny thing is that gas in Oregon is generally cheaper than across the river in Washington, even though it's self-serve up there. I guess meth-heads work on the cheap.

Not the meth-head who pumps my gas.

[Here's a fun little project: go to Google Images and search meth-head. Look who's picture #1]

This is a Weird Feeling

I've know my wife for about 4 years. We've been married for about 1.5 years.

I got back from my week of work travel last night at about 8 pm.

At approximately 8 pm on Friday, April 28, 2007, I knew my wife for the first time when she wasn't working on her thesis.

The world is a different place. Up is down. Left is right. Black is white. Dogs and cats are playing together in harmony.

Congratulations Kimberly-Wife.

On the Road Again...At Home, Finally

I'm home now. I'm tired. We drove 900 miles over the last 4 days.

I stood on a 100-foot tall fire lookout on a 3500-foot tall mountain in the Coast range. I saw a fire outlook from 1902. I saw a fire outlook that was burned down.

I rode on the steepest, muddiest logging road, where the truck slid sideways. I rode on a road so rutted that the bottom of our truck was scraping against the ground. Multiple times. One of the rocks tore a whole in someone's tire. I drove 30 minutes up locked forest service roads, to the middle of nowhere. I hit my head on the roof of the truck. And my shoulder on the door. A lot.

I saw a Brown Bear, kind of. We had a family of deer running up a mountain next to our truck. We had sheep on the road. Cows on the road. Llamas, alpacas, donkeys, goats. We saw wild turkeys. We saw a whole colony of black lizards (geckos?). Someone caught a snake. Someone caught a lizard. One of us has a tick in his leg, tried to burn it out but couldn't get the head out. We watched a pair of ospreys circle above us: one landed in their nest perched on the top of a tower; the other perched on our antennas and watched us. I watched a red-headed woodpecker peck for bugs in a telephone pole, then hop into his hole-in-the-pole/nest and peck away to make it bigger.

I saw some sort of altar on the side of a dirt road where we're pretty sure a timber truck accident occurred. We had a large dump truck come barreling down a one-lane logging road right at us, with both of us braking and swerving at the last second to avoid one another. We had 2 logging trucks, full of trees, screeching, brakes smoking, as they barreled down the road behind us and we weren't moving fast enough.

I watched the fog roll in from the ocean. Below us. I stood in the shining sun and was cold. I stood in the sun and was hot. I got a tan. One of us got a sunburn.

I saw the Redwoods. But no Ewoks. I saw Myrtlewood trees (I was told that these trees grow in 2 places in the world: the Oregon Coast and the Holy Land). I saw wild rhododendrons. I saw poison oak. I saw white dogwood trees blooming wild in the dark, dense forests, standing out like ghosts. I saw trees so windblown that their tops were gone. Or had branches on only one side. I saw cranberry bogs.

I saw clear cuts. I saw thousands of cut down trees, floating in water, waiting for the saw mill. I saw forests of evergreens that stretched out to the hazy horizon.

I stayed in bland hotels. With really comfortable beds. I stayed in a City that only had a hotel, a truck stop, a casino/hotel, an RV park, and a Burger King. We stayed on the beach, with one the top 5 golf resorts in the world just down the street. We didn't see a Starbucks for days on end.

[Edit: One of us opened the door to his room and found a fat, naked trucker standing there.]

I ate. Alot. Lamb with risotto. Prime rib. Gourmet Mac and Cheese. Wine. Beer. Cheesecake. Crab Nachos. Shrimp Cocktail. Spanikopita. Pizza. Wings. Burgers and fries.

I met good people. Clients laughed. Competitors worked together. Vendors joked. There was 7 to 10 of us, depending on the day. We had 5 to 7 cars.

My camera battery died, but I was able to take some pictures. Then I forgot my camera in someone else's car. Sorry no pictures right now. I'll update later.

Sometimes I hate my job. On trips like this, I really like my job. I don't think a lot of people get to drive past locked Forest Service roads and see what I saw, whether for work or for fun. I also don't think this stuff exists in Iowa; I'm not 100% positive about that, but I'm pretty sure.

On the Road Again

My job is pretty evenly split between being a desk jockey and windshield time. Lately, I've been spending most of my time in front of the computer, but it's a rare week that I don't get out for at least a little bit. Most of my driving is around the City, checking out rooftops, visiting jurisdictions, or going to client meetings.

Then there are weeks like this one. On Monday, I got called into my bosses' office; he was sitting in there with one of our construction managers ("CM"):
The Chief: Can you go down south for the rest of the week?
Me (a little surprised): Um, why?
The Chief: The Esteemed Phone Company ("EPC") we work for has a bunch of walks set up and we need Real Estate representation. You can drive down with CM.
Me: Um, you know I'm leaving next week, right?
The Chief: Yes, but you'll be handing these sites off to your replacement. And I'd rather you hand them off rather than The Dude.
Me: Oh, I understand. I'm in.

So less than 24 hours later, I got picked up and was heading to southern Oregon. I had just recently undertaken a similar trip not more than 3 weeks ago. I was a little worried about the whole ordeal, what with the under 24-hour notice, the 4 days of driving, and the living out of the suit case, but I was excited to see the rolling hills and mountains of southern Oregon again.

[Quick side note: I drove 800 miles in 2-1/2 days 3 weeks ago. I went from Portland to Roseburg to Grants Pass to Crescent City, CA to Gold Beach to Coquille to North Bend to Portland. I had a fantastic time. I was going to post about it, but didn't. Consider this post a 2-for-1.]

So far, we've been to 4 sites, each of which is high on a small mountain top, approximately 2,000 to 3,000 feet tall. All of them are reached by dirt roads, whether they are forest service, logging, or randomly cut, with locked gates. One of them was reached by a dirt road that was so steep and muddy that the 4-wheel drive truck with downhill assist I was in slid sideways on multiple occasions. My neck hurts from the potholes, deep ruts, and general condition of the roads; I'll send my bill to the EPC when I get back to Portland.

But once you get to the top, it's all worth it. A quick rundown of the highlights, in chronological order:

• High above Roseburg: This site wasn't super exciting. The area around Roseburg is very reminiscent of New Zealand: rolling grassy hills, patches of trees, sheep. But Roseburg itself is fairly well forested and is in fact an old tiber community. I met the caravan crew here; a couple people from EPC, some folks from the the Sheep phone company, a few other vendors for Engineering and Architecture, and some people from a competing Real Estate firm. There are 9 people in the caravan in 6 cars; if that's not efficiency, I don't know what is. It was here that the flow of the weekend was established: everyone would be done with their work in 30 minutes, except the architect, who needs 1 - 1.5 hours. So the rest of us will need to kill some time. I wish I had packed a frisbee.
  
• Sleeping in the Canyon: Ever here of Canyonville, OR? Me neither. They have a truck stop and a casino, and that's basically it. We ate dinner at the 7 Feathers Indian Casino. It was their fancy restaurant and cost about $50 a person, but no one was very impressed. I also didn't pay, which made it more tolerable. Then I played some craps, which is a pretty fun game.
• In the Clouds Outside Canyonville: I don't remember much about this site. It was cloudy. My camera battery died. I was bored. But the drive was treacherous. I would say the road was at least 30-40 degrees inclined up a very muddy, very rutted road. The way up, we went fast, because you had to to make it up. On the way down, we were going kind of fast (I'm not sure why) and the car was sliding sideways. I wasn't confident we were making it down that hill without rolling a few times.
  
• The Fire Lookout: The second site of the day may have been the best site I've ever been too. You could literally see for miles, and miles, and miles. This site was so fantastic that people built a fire lookout up there in 1920; the original lookout is still there. It was pretty cool.

• Room with a View: The last site provided the best views. The weather was great: sunny, warm, and dry. We were high above Grants Pass, with views in all directions. That panorama at the top is the City of Grants Pass from on the mountain, with the Rogue River running down the middle. The Rogue runs through those mountains in the distance all the way to the coast and the Pacific Ocean. Again, views were plentiful all around. At this site we killed time by seeing who could kick a big rock down the slope and get it to roll the furthest. I was terrible. The Head Dude of EPC was good at it; I think he has a lot of practice.
  

• Sleeping in Medford: Another night in a boring, cookie-cutter hotel. Just had a prime rib; paid for it this time. Good beer. Good crew. We have a long day tomorrow: some local sites, then a run to the coast via the Redwoods. I think it's bedtime. And this post is all together too long. If anything good happens tomorrow, or I get some good shots, I'll put them up. Although I imagine the Oregon Coast fog will reduce our visibility.

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On this trip, I've supposedly also had my first encounter with Poison Oak. I don't really know if it was or not, as I didn't get a rash; but I'm magically not allergic to Poison Ivy either, so I might not be a good test case (one time, my whole elementary school class had a picnic in a field of Poison Ivy and everyone in class got a rash except me (that's a good teacher)). Apparently the same cautionary rhyme holds true for both plants: 'Leaves of Three, Let it Be."

I'll let you decide it it's the real thing.

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 6 [Things in The Forest]

That there, that's a bunch of trees. They're covered in some moss/lichen stuff that hangs loose and flows in the wind. I really don't know what it is, but it's everywhere in the forests here. And it makes everything look really eerie. It makes the trees look like they have beards.

An Update

If you've noticed, I've been doing most of the posting the past couple of weeks. You may have even asked yourself: "What is this garbage? Where are the good posts, the ones I enjoy reading?" I mean, I ask those questions.

Well, Kimberly has been busy type-type-typing, finishing up her thesis. She's almost there. Hopefully later on in the week she'll be back with us here at Stuck in the Middle; until then I have her locked in the den.

Miles, our other occasional contributor, went on a little field trip on Friday. He got really mad at us and has been ignoring us since. While it's much quieter around the house without his whining, it's also kind of sad. I'm going to see if he wants to post and get some stuff off his chest. Maybe it will help.

And for all of you who think Miles can't type and is using a ghost writer, we have photographic proof that he uses a computer. Here he is helping Kimberly:

No, Kimberly is not typing her paper in the arctic; she is just temperature sensitive.

Things are getting hectic around here, as we're well under 30 days. Let the fun begin.

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 5 [The Rain]

The first thing you should realize is that Peter is writing this post, not Kimberly. Kimberly has lived in the rainy pacific northwest for almost all of her known life. Peter moved here just about 4 years ago.

Knowing this, you should be thinking to yourself: What?!?

It is raining or cloudy here in Portland almost 300 days a year. That leaves 65-70 days a year of sun. You would think that is really annoying and possibly very depressing; there are quite a few people who are depressed. But you can thank the weather for Nirvana and Pearl Jam, so it's not that bad.

But really, the rain is pretty cool. Here's a top 9 list of why the rain in Oregon is good.:
1. Because of the cloud cover 9+ months out of the year, in addition to some funky jet streams, it never really gets cold here. In the dead of winter, the temperature doesn't really ever drop below 40. Therefore, it doesn't snow much. You can be outdoorsy here 11+ months.
2. People think it rains here a lot. This keeps people from moving here. That's fine with the people who live here. Hopefully, it will keep housing prices reasonable for when we move back here, since we'll be buying in Ladd's Addition and all.
3. The clouds cling to the trees, which is pretty cool, as seen in the pic (even though this area isn't actually considered a Cloud Forest).
4. The vegetation stays green pretty much all year round.
5. It's easy to curl up with a book/newspaper/movie, with a cup of coffee/cocoa/tea/brunch when it's raining on Sunday morning.
6. The sound of rain when you're trying to sleep.
7. The sound of rain waking you in the morning.
8. The cool rain calls the salmon home. The salmon eventually lands on our plate.
9. Waterfalls. (see Flickr for some pics)

Really, in missing the rain, we will really be missing the weather. Kimberly calls it "Goldilocks Weather."

"Not too hot; Not too cold; Just right."

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 4 [New Seasons]

[I wonder if we'll average one of these posts per day before we leave. I'll certainly do my part to get there.]

We live 8 blocks away from New Seasons, a local, Portland only grocery store that we frequent almost daily; we prefer to shop in the European style. Many of our finest meals have started or been enhanced here. And they have fantastic weekly tastings.

Now all of you are probably thinking 'I'm sure it's some super high-end, organic only, straight-from-the-farmer store. When did those 2 turn into such high-end yuppies?' Well, you'd kind of be right.

But the great thing about New Seasons is that not only can you get grass-fed, hand-massaged, don't-walk-too-fast-but-feel-free-to-wander-because-we-love-you beef, but right next to the organic peanut butter is the Jif. Next to the organic locally grown potato chips are the Lays. This place has all the cool stuff of Whole Foods, but cheaper. And all the ease of Fred Meyer (or Johnny's Foodmaster or Stop & Shop), but with less moldy carpets.

I went there earlier tonight, and had this fantastic series of events, all of which are way funnier in my head than on this screen:

I walk in and do my shopping: quesadillas and chips & salsa for dinner, so some tortillas, cheese, and chips & salsa. No problem. So, as my cashier, a 40-something balding guy, is checking me out, this middle-age guy wearing overalls and dust all over his face, walks up with two 30 packs of Pepsi and a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon. This was the exchange that followed:

Cashier: That'll be $19.24. On the card...
Me: um, ya...
Overalls (out of nowhere): 'got a call from the kids this afternoon, askin for some pepsi...i said, we gots two 30 packs sittin out back on the deck, drink them. but they said, nope, tweakers got em.
Cashier: Oh, those tweakers. (to me) Sign here.
Overalls: so i went backs there, and wouldn't you know, them tweakers stole them two 30 packs of pepsi. and they got away with 40 yards of copper wire [quick note: why did this guy have a spool of copper wire on his back deck? maybe he was an electrician?] [quick note 2: tweakers steal copper wiring from everywhere out here: roofs, schools, power substations, downspouts. then they sell the metal to the scrap yards for more meth! yay!]. damn tweakers.
Cashier: (with a total blank look, having no idea what this guy is talking about) Oh, those tweakers.
Me: Thanks (running out of the store).

As I was leaving a saw a dog that had dreadlocks. Only in Portland. And maybe Vermont.

Not the dog with dreadlocks I saw.

I'm sure Kimberly will have something to say about New Seasons, since she used to work there and is the one who introduced me to its greatness.

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 1 [Restaurants]

Ok, ok... so Peter's getting a bit ahead of things here with all of his "things I'll miss" posts. Whoa there buster...

Like I was saying... I've been thinking about all the fabulous things I'm going to miss about Portland. There's the family (biological and school families), the comfortable familiarity, the weather... all that stuff. But what I'm really going to miss?


The good places to eat in Portland...

Perhaps some of you from out of town remember the handy list Peter compiled on our wedding webpage. It was our master list of places we like to eat. In comparison, check out this handy list compiled by the good folks at the City of Ames Visitors Bureau. A bit depressing, eh?

In its memory, here is my list of fabulous dining in Portland

1. Cafe Mingo the beautiful gnocchi, the tiny tables... oh such beautiful food...
2. Lauro as Peter mentioned earlier, the restaurant we would have had cater our wedding- if we were millionaires
3. Nuestra Cocina- no burritos here, just beautiful, non-Tex-Mex handmade creations. They make their own tortillas for heaven's sake. (and their drinks are tasty too!) Plus, they were the first place we ate at when we moved to our house. Lucky us!
4. Ken's Pizza- what can I say about Ken's.... a small, limited menu. A line out the door. Deafening volume in the high-ceilinged room. Yes, some downsides. But they make the.best.pizza.in.Portland. No joke.
5. Bombay Cricket Club- this place has a bit of the soup-Nazi to it. Don't have a reservation? The hostess will sigh and ponder the list (even if it's 6 on Wednesday). But they make a fantastic mango lassi and some saag that's SO good.
6. sushi- yes, sushi in general. Somehow I have the sneaking suspicion that there won't be all that much sushi in the middle (what with the lack of water and seas and stuff). Mio Sushi is our standby, reliable, tasty, and ridiculously affordable. We can stuff our faces for less than $15 each.
7. Pok Pok- Northern Thai style street food. No pad thai here, but a wickedly hot green papaya salad and tasty roasted little game hens. yum!
8. Sub Rosa- our local Italian place. We love the proprietress, we love her seasoned nuts on the house salad, we love that it's a 2 block walk from our house.
9. Mother's- breakfast to die for. It's SO worth the incredibly long wait. and wait you will. Their coffee convinced us to abandon the old drip and buy ourselves a fancy french press.


So, this is the list in progress. And keep tuned in for the latest installment of "Things I'll Miss About Oregon"

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 3 [Allergies]

Growing up in New England, I never had allergies. There's not much growing in the Greater Boston Area, especially in the suburban ring where I grew up. In fact, I knew of only one person who had allergies over there, my aunt. Once she convinced me to put my finger in the car cigarette lighter when it was red hot, so I never knew if I should believe her anyways.

Portland is located in the Willamette Valley. This guy I know out here tells me that Willamette means "valley of death" in a local Native American language, referring to the excessive pollen out here and its effects on the locals; I don't think I believe him either, but it is possible considering EVERYONE out here has allergies.

See that sign there - 'Grass Seed Capital of the World' - they're not kidding. If you're re-seeding your lawn this year, there's a good chance you're using seed from just south of Portland. The soil here is Black Gold - the perfect storm of volcanic activity and the Ice-Age Missoula Floods has created some of the best dirt in the world for growing stuff. Add a temperate climate - never too hot, never too cold, like Goldilocks, and northern California - and stuff grows here. Lots of stuff, which creates exponentially large amounts of pollen.

Then with the rainy seasons, mold grows rapidly. It's not even that it's that humid here, its just that there's a nice steady stream of rain from October to June with luke-warm temperatures. And these temperatures are apparently the perfect incubator for mold.

Anyways, I have developed terrible allergies, basically year round. If it's not the pollen in the spring/summer, its the mold in fall/winter. It's really great. Add in the contact lenses, the old house that further incubates mold, and the cat, and life is particularly miserable, especially this time of your.

Willamette Valley Allergies...I'll miss you. But in a good way.

[Edit: I just realized that I made Oregon sound terrible. I guess for allergies, it might be that bad]

Things I'll Miss About Oregon: Volume 2 [License Plates]

All of you out there can't see it, but in the back room of blog-central, Kimberly has a half-finished post titled "Restaurants I'll Miss." Reading it behind her back, I realized there's quite a few things about this place that I'm going to miss. Since we're in the last month or so of our time here, I figured now is a good time to start listing them, because really, who doesn't like a list.

Reason #2: The Oregon License Plate

This may very well be the best license plate in the country:







The Douglas Fir prominently displayed in the middle, with the big mountains in the back. A very nice use and placement of the Oregon elements, without overdoing it.

And for an alternative plate, this Crater Lake plate is pretty good too.







There's a few others out there that are pretty good (New Mexico for the cool center design (although they apparently have changed to this crap design); Massachusetts for its simplicity (and this one is perfect in every way); Vermont and Virgina also for their simplicity), but it seems most plates are moving towards the new 'too much going on' plates.

The Iowa plates aren't so bad, but there's a lot going on there that you could never make out if you're going 60 mph down the flat, straight highway:







I guess I don't understand why some states put the county name on the plate. What if there is some rivalry between counties, leading me to get pulled over more often when I cross those divisive lines? Who do I complain to then? I guess that's what happens when you grow up in a place where the counties don't matter, to the extent that your county can go bankrupt and no one notices (FYI to help you better visualize: our county will be Story, if we live in Ames, Polk if we live in Des Moines)

I think I'm going to push for this one, to show that I fit in. Something tells me it will have the opposite effect:

It's back!

See that. Up there in the distance, through the blurry picture, past Kimberly's head. That's it, the one, the only, the Portland Saturday Farmers' Market.

This past Saturday, the 7th of April, was opening day of the Farmers' Market season; there's also a Wednesday market and two Thursday markets, but this is the grand-daddy of 'em all. Needless to say, Kimberly and I were excited about the return of the market. Watch how easy the eating inspiration flows as we make our way through the market.

We took only a couple pictures, but I'm putting them all here, as added inspiration (they're also on Flickr, over there ----->, for your continuous viewing pleasure).

To the left we have Kimberly with the mushroom guy - he's in the back, with the pastel green easter tie, stylin'. She's picking out some maitake mushrooms; sometime later this week we'll be cooking these tasty fungi with some butter, cream, and garlic to make a nice little cream sauce to go over our pumpkin-potato gnocchi. Sounds good, huh?

Just to the left are the shiitakes. We got a couple handfuls of those too; those are going to be added to a hot wok - probably with some tofu, some broccoli, some leeks, and a sauce of, I don't know, ginger, soy and sesame oil - for a wonderful stir-fry. Add rice and spring rolls...man, I'm getting hungry.

One of the great things amongst all the wonderful things that is the Farmers' Market is the free samples; not only do you get to snack on wonderful berries and bacon and things, you get to try new things. Here, Kimberly is snacking on some Kale rabe. Apparently, its better raw than cooked; I've never eaten it cooked, but it sure was tasty raw. (Can you see the excitement in Kimberly's eyes - that's what the Market does to you.)

So at the various produce stands, we picked up some potatoes, some onion, and some cauliflower. This was our dinner tonight - a nice cauliflower-potato Indian curry. See how easy dinner planning is when you have inspiration.

Being a poor documentarian, I didn't get any pictures of the pork guy (bacon, brats, chops, easter hams...drool), the flower people (a dozen tulips for $5), or the multitude of other wonderfulness. Maybe in the next few weeks I'll add to the album. Because if there's one thing I'm certain of, it's that we'll be back to the Market in the next few weeks.

I'm glad the Farmers' Market is back.

Allow Myself to Introduce...Myself

Hi there. Miles - 'the russian blue with little to do' - signing on.

My owners, Kimberly and PEter (what’s up with that spelling? It’s called spellchecker, use it) (and I like to call them Petme and Feedme, respectively), have asked me to write a 'who I am' post to this little 'blog' thing they’re trying out. A few funny things about that: (1) they think they own me (you have no idea how funny that is – those suckers. Why don’t you feed me some more, or else I might whine all night and keep you up, hahahahahahahahahahaha!); (2) I have no idea what a blog is; and (3) the only thing I’ve ever used a computer for is to look at kitty porn (that’s a terrible joke, but hey, I’m a cat – my brain is the size of an acorn).

So anyways, who is Miles? First of all, I’m a cat, duh. I get freaked out by loud noises. And too much light. And movement.

My favorite things to do are snuggle and sleep – Kimberly and I get along really well. Peter calls us snugglesluts. If you had any idea how traumatic my day-to-day existence is, you’d sleep a lot too. He’s just jealous.

Sometimes I like to lick paper. I don’t know what you humans put in that stuff – cat nip or scent of cat's butt or whatever – but boy does it taste good. I also like to lick moldy walls. And sometimes the floor.

I get my water primarily from licking the condensation on the windows and the dripping faucet in the bathroom. That filtered water they give me in the crystal glass is for snobs. I'm a cat of the people - I’ll take mine moldy or dusty please.

My mortal enemies are the fancy white cat from next door and the grey tiger stripped cat from down the street (I've nicknamed them Snowball and Montecore). I’d mess those cats up…if they let me outside – the outdoors doesn’t agree with me. And I have no claws. My old family really was crap: pulled out my claws, gave me the old ‘snip-snip’ down below, made me crap in a box on the porch (which, if you’ve ever spent a winter in Orygun, isn’t as cool as it sounds). As boring as these two suckers are, at least they don’t lock me in the closet.

But sometimes Kimberly lets me go outside on a lead (it’s the King’s English, alright – my Owner-in-Sister-in-Law taught me that, and I think it sounds refined, thank you very much). That’s fun because I get to eat grass; then as soon as I get inside, I puke on the rug – like I said, these two are suckers. But it’s cool outside – I get to mark my territory and pounce around a little, like a real cat and everything. And those stupid ‘outdoor’ cats don’t mess with me, nope, not with Kimberly watching my back.

I like to chase string – it's so mesmerizing when it flies back and forth. Sometimes I like to chase balls of paper and play fetch. The one thing I won’t chase – mice. Not worth it. Plus, they might have claws or sharp teeth, which could really hurt.

Anyways, Kimberly and Peter keep talking about some changes, and how while they’re away, I’ll have to keep in touch through this blog with the help of Sister-the-Youngest. I’m not sure what exactly they’re talking about (I have noticed a lot of empty wine bottles lately, so I think they’ve been hitting it a little hard lately), but I’m pretty sure we’re not going anywhere. Who would I snuggle with? Major changes might make me whine the entire time (here's a good thought: maybe I'll whine all the time no matter what. Done and done); especially if that stupid car were involved. But even these two suckers aren’t dumb enough to make me get back into that thing.

Well, that's a little about me, Miles. If you need any advice with the ladies, or want to know anything else about how wonderful I am, just leave me a comment down below and I'll see what I can do. I have a feeling Petme and Feedme are going to be jealous of how popular my posts are and not let me do this that often.

Until next time, Keep on Snugglin’!

we're still here... just tired and busy

Just a quick post to let you all (or just you... depending on how many people actually read this thing) that we're still around.

It's been a crazy few weeks, and both Peter and I have lots to blog about shortly.

I had a conference, we had a house guest (our fabulous M who married us), Peter went on a crazy road trip, and now we're slowly recuperating.

So, we're here.... and for your amusement... see this Iowa State University dorm explosion

Turning 31

31.

Yep. That's me.

My birthday was a weekend of family togetherness. We went out to the coast because the house is DONE (well, there's only one working toilet and some of the sinks aren't hooked up yet, but still DONE).

We decided that we'd spend the night out there, which was a pretty big decision to make. The last time we slept there was Mom's birthday in 2006. Dad had just been diagnosed, but things weren't terrible yet. I don't think we knew that it'd be 14 months before we spent the night again.

And now... now the house is done. It's been slept in. We laughed, we cried, we got bruises and scrapes and Peter dirtied up the kitchen magnificently.

We broke it in.

And it was a wonderful way to spend my birthday. We couldn't have had a nice, restful weekend out there- we needed to be busy and industrious. And working on the house was perfect. Peter and Mom and I cleaned and organized and moved furniture in from the garage Friday night. Mom treated us to dinner and beer at the tavern in town.

Saturday was an early wakeup call and a drive down to Tillamook to get the Uhaul and load the other half of the furniture out of our storage unit. Sis and Boyfriend as well as my unofficial Aunt D and Uncle B joined us at the house, cleaning, moving, and generally making the place habitable. We worked and worked and worked, managing to avoid serious harm to anyone.

Peter made dinner- beautiful calzones and pizza. Wine was drunk, food was eaten, company was good. Then we had presents and cake. (yay presents!)

Sunday was a half day of work (it's amazing how much dust renovation creates) and then our drives home.

That's how I spent 31. With the people who love me, at a place I love, working on a project that would make my Dad so proud. We did good.

Oh, and Dad- I blame you for all the gray hair. thanks.

you know what rules...the internet

Besides email, playing games on-line, and some other small things, I always felt the internets were kind of over-rated. This thing was supposed to revolutionize everything, but really, is reading the newspaper on-line better than reading it on the paper (well, except for the newsprint rubbing off onto your fingers). The World Wide Web was kind of boring.

But in the last few years, the internets has finally become what I always expected it to become. I guess it took some time for people to figure things out.

Here are some of the things that have made the internets better, in my opinion:

1) Google Earth: you can fly around the world and zoom in to amazing levels, with amazing resolution: if you zoom in on my old address in Cambridge, you can individually pick out all the cars of all the roommates. Thats both awesome and scary. Also, check out Mt St Helens in Washington some time; you can fly into the crater virtually.

1b) Portland Maps on Google Earth: Portland has maybe the best on-line municipal GIS system ever. Someone over there created an overlay for Google Earth, and now I can basically do my entire jb without leaving my desk

2) Blogs: ours is kind of boring, but there are some pretty awesome ones out there, for everything from weird-sports stuff to how to write a thesis to hollywood paparazzi glorification. I've recently found a few that make work more tolerable. But I think my boss is getting suspicious.

3) On-Line Streaming Video/Radio: While a site like YouTube is fun for posting your home recorded version of "Dust in the Wind" or searching for old episodes of the Electric Company, and iTunes let you download new music, I'm particularly impressed with the streaming media. Barely a day goes by that I'm not streaming radio at work. And today, on the holiest of sports days, I'm streaming the NCAA Basketball Tournament. With like a million other people. And it's pretty seamless. Productivity is trending downwards.

4) The Apple AirPort: this sleek litle device lets you play music over your home stereo wirelessly from your computer. I don't own one, but I wish I did. It would solve a lot of radio issues. Apple is doing the same thing, but with video; I'm pretty sure that will be fun too.

I guess what it comes down to it that the internets is finally becoming interactive, with all sorts of mixed media in the same place. I guess this is what i thought it would become back in college when I was first introduced to the web.

Fake Spring- a definition

Peter discusses Fake Spring in the post down below, but neglected to define and emphasize the importance of Fake Spring.

Fake Spring: noun. The time of year that occurs during beginning/mid-March. Typically lasts for 3-10 days. The weather dramatically shifts from rainy, rainy, rainy to beautiful blue skies and shirt-sleeve temperatures. People go from wearing lots of Gore-Tex to shorts, skirts, and tank tops. Fake Spring inevitably ends with a return to Winter (aka the Rainy Season). The Rainy Season will last until May or June.

Fake Spring is sneaky. The first time people experience Fake Spring (all those transplants), they think it is Real Spring. They pack away the rain gear and begin to work in the garden. They rejoice in the sun! Then they are devastated. Our fair city (not the Car Talk Guys City) has two main seasons- the Rainy Season lasting from October through June and the Dry-ish Season which periodically shows up during July, August, and September.

The seasons of Fall and Spring typically last for a few short weeks, if they occur at all. Often the transition is shorter. Those of you who were at our wedding in October- that was the week of fall. It started raining in earnest right after that.

Fake Spring ended today. The Rainy Season has resumed.

This one's for my Mom

There's a very good chance I'm late to the game on this one, but this website is AWESOME!

Your boss may be upset with me for providing this wonderful time killer, but you'll thank me later.

My favorite: David Hasselhoff, with Bo Bice coming in a close second. The red carpet is a good time, too.

here's a little story about a cat named miles

Here in Beertown, it was around 55 and sunny yesterday. People were out all over the place, walking the dog, walking the kid, playing hopscotch, pushing a wooden hoop down the street, etc; I even played catch with The Don during an afternoon break. And since it was supposed to be raining and 40's, it was a very nice surprise. The Fake Spring here in the Northwest is a glorious thing.

It was supposed to be rainy again today, the typical NW March weather; however, on the radio, they were saying sunny and 60. FAKE SPRING RULES!!!

So, with that back story, here's a little story about our cat, as previously told to Kimberly over Skype:



[8:16:12 AM] Peter says: i decided to open the drapes in the bedroom, since its so nice and all...

[8:16:21 AM] Peter says: miles was very excited while i was doing so, he's even doing the butt dance...

[8:16:42 AM] Peter says: he immediately jumped on the middle window pane so he could watch all the goings on outside...

[8:17:03 AM] Peter says: but the window was covered with condensation...

[8:17:14 AM] Peter says: so what does our hero miles do...?

[8:17:24 AM] Peter says: but of course, he licks the water off...

[8:17:34 AM] Peter says: and in the process solves 2 problems...

[8:17:42 AM] Peter says: his insatiable thirst...

[8:17:49 AM] Peter says: and his ability to see the outdoors

That pretty much sums up Miles. He not only licks things, he licks very strange things.

hanging out in a coffee shop

Ah the coffee shop. Before college I hadn't experienced the wonderful environment of the coffee shop (I also didn't like coffee, so that's part of it). Once in college, I discovered how much work I could get done if I left the house, and I've been going to coffee ever since.

Oddly, I haven't spent much time working in coffee shops on my thesis. Somehow it didn't seem serious enough. But, that was a mistake. I've been here since about 9:45 this morning and have had the most productive hour plus in a LONG time. Hooray for coffee!

Why is it better here? I think there are a couple reasons.

1. a new environment. There's no cat, tv, husband, or other familiar distractions.
   
2. internet. At the coffee shop next to my house, you need a password to get online. I didn't get the password from the baristas until AFTER I worked for a good hour. (yay me!)
3. tuning out. One of the BEST traits I inherited from my dad is my ability to tune things out. (just ask my mom!). If I can get engrossed in something, then the rest of the world disappears entirely. So much so that I don't hear the people next to me talking, I don't notice the people walking by, and when I was a kid- I wouldn't hear Mom calling me for dinner (when I was on the couch in the living room!). But it takes me a little while to get into this zone. I've been having a hard time finding this place recently (I've read that perhaps part of what I'm doing is self-hypnosis, interesting, huh). Today- no problem.

So, I'm feeling good! Now back to work for another 30 minutes or so and then on to the rest of the day.

sick and tired of being sick and tired

The two of us have been cycling through some weird flu/cold/sinus things the past three or four weeks. I think the mix of Kimberly working in a public office and a few of my co-workers bringing in their children's pre-school diseases is the cause of all this coughing and phlegm expectorating. Its really exhausting being sick and tired, especially when you have stuff to do.
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A random thought: if you're looking for something good to listen to, there's KEXP in Seattle. It's pretty much the best radio station ever, and they broadcast over the internets. They're having a pledge drive this week (it's a non-commercial, non-NPR, non-college station), so it's not the best time to listen right now, but usually they play a pretty killer mix of music.
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On another note: we got the clutch in our car fixed. This makes me happy, since (1) we didn't need a new clutch, just an adjustment, so it didn't cost an arm and a leg; (2) it's easier to drive the car now; and (3) it doesn't squeak anymore. I know you car about this stuff, that's why I'm telling you.
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On one last note: my new favorite word is feckless.

Food Funk

So things have been pretty 'eh' around here the last couple weeks. Working and studying and canceling cable and bringing the car to the shop and climbing onto rooftops and yada yada yada. Even Idol, which I have watched only sparingly the past couple nights during commercials of the Blazer games, seems boring and repetitive (except for Lakisha who performed at the end last night; she brought it, dog).

All this boredom has manifested itself in our lack of dinner and food ideas. We went for Indian last night, and it was great, but it took us the better part of the afternoon to decide on it. Tonight? Who knows? Maybe a rotisserie chicken with a slab of bread and mac & cheese. Maybe salad. Not exactly salivating at the thought of either of those.

We've hit a food rut, where nothing seems exciting and it's become a chore to even think about. Who knew that not having the downtown farmer's market, with its ever changing selection of tasty foods to inspire, would affect us this much? It doesn't give me much hope for the Middle (I hope I am greatly mis-underestimating the gastronomic choices of the american heartland, although the abundance of Irish-Mexican restaurants in our future home doesn't inspire confidence; um. you ever go to Jose McIntyre's? Not good).

So if there's anyone out there who happens to be reading this, give us some ideas. Down there in the comments tell us "What you've been eating lately?" Exotic? Boring? 5 hours of prep? It don't matter, throw us a bone.

home renovation

So Peter and I have spent the last year or so learning all about home renovation. No, you didn't miss a major news story, we don't actually OWN a house. But, magically, this hasn't stopped our learning curve.

I had always figured that Dad would teach us about about home remodeling once we owned a house. Kinda like my cousin and uncle- I figured that Dad would come visit for weekends and show us how to install toilets, paint (correctly), hang dry wall... all those sorts of "Dad" things. It's one of the things that never happened that I'm realizing how much I miss.

And, actually, in an odd way, Dad's still helping us learn many of these things.

Last winter, before we knew he was sick, Dad hung drywall in the new half bath at the house my folks are* renovating at the coast. I got to be in charge of the mudding. If you haven't done this before- you have NO idea how much fun it is!! [Oh, right, that was my memory from the time before when Dad hung drywall, I was 12, and Sis and I got to make "pottery" out of the extra mud. I'm sure Mom has a great picture somewhere.] ** So, anyway, in the adult world, mudding involves carefully applying goo (note technical vocabulary) to the junctures of the drywall. I got a lesson from Dad and was set to work. I even was commended for my good work! Hooray.

Since he died, though, we've been left to teach ourselves tasks that Dad should have been in charge of. Ripping out carpet and vinyl, removing doors, taking off baseboard trim... I'm sure that there are correct ways to do each of these. I don't have the foggiest idea what the correct way is, however, because the work crew of me, Mom, Sis, and Peter just made stuff up.

Combine this with our dear landlord who has taken us under his wing and insists on showing one of us how to do each repair task we call him about (Kimberly: changing water heater Peter: fixing clogged drain, changing light fixture, trying to electrocute yourself) and you have an interesting mix of experiences.

So, although we may be years away from actual home ownership, and even then we may be priced out the market (at least in Portland what with the booming sale prices and the university's pay scale being the lowest 10% in the NATION), we are learning the ins and outs.

Interested in seeing the progress of the beach house? Sis has some flickr pictures here.




*yes, I know my verb tenses are all mixed up, but for now, that's just the way it is.

** and, yes, I know I'm rambling... but hey, it's a blog, right?

Installation Art

We were in Seattle this past weekend, and we happened to go to the new SAM Olympic Sculpture Park along the Puget Sound. There are some more pictures on Flickr: you can either view here or over there on the sidebar -->

Also, our friend Seth bought an organ.

I'm not sure which event was cooler.

Fun with Cats

As mentioned before, here and here, we have a lovely cat Miles. Miles is pretty special (in the good way). This isn't me being blinded with love- EVERYONE who meets him seems to fall instantly in love. From the cousins during his first weekend at our house, to Peter's boss' son, my Mom, Grandmama, even our landlord who isn't crazy about cats likes Miles.

The thing is... we're beginning to wonder whether his niceness is all an act.

You see, we adopted dear Miles from the Oregon Humane Society. His papers from there state that he was in his first home for about a year, then in his second for about 2 before they dropped him off at the shelter. Reason for getting rid of him "he's boring." Yep, you read that right, he's a cat and yet they were upset that he "slept too much."

So we met him at the shelter, the people brought him to us in our little waiting room and he proceeded to rub our legs then jump up on the bench between us, purr and drool a bit on Peter's knee. Needless to say, we were smitten.

And we've been in love ever since.

However.
Miles has decided on a new line of behavior that's causing some issues. He likes to wake up at 5 am. Me- I don't really like to wake up at all, but if I have to, particularly NOT at 5. Now, if he just got up and went about his business, that'd be fine. Instead, he sharpens his little declawed paws on the laundry basket, attacks feet, licks my books (his fascination for paper is a different tale for another time), bangs his head against Peter, and cries the wail of the unloved.

Possible reasons for cat distress
1. hungry
2. litter box full
3. thirsty
4. bored?

Cat has food, water, clean box, and toys scattered throughout the house. Yet, he just wants us to be awake with him! So much love, so much togetherness, so clingy.

So we're beginning to wonder... did those people who gave him away lie on the intake form? Was he really just crazy clingy and it took 2 years for them to see it (as it's taken us 7 months?) Maybe they just put "boring" on his form to try to lure another family into adopting him?

well... we got him, now we have to figure out how not to strangle him!

Super Sunday Spectacular

I haven't really been to a good Super Bowl party since I left Boston and the annual Snyder Colossal Bowl festivities. It's a little unfortunate, since the home towne team has been winning almost every Super Bowl since I left; I never really had the chance to brag to the level that winning 3 Super Bowls in 4 years deserves. And last year my new "regional" team was in the Super Bowl, so at least I had that going for me.

This year, I could have cared less about the Super Bowl, so it was lucky that I got invited to a party; otherwise I probably wouldn't have watched the game at all (well, that's not totally true). Although there was no early morning touch-football game or half-time free throw shooting contest, it was a good time overall.

And as the centerpiece to the event, the hosts did this: Oink! Oink!

[Warning: the pictures involve a whole cute little pig and its intestines, so if you freak out when you see whole pigs being roasted (read: DM^2) you may not enjoy them so much]

I wasn't involved in the roasting - the hosts took care of all that - but I did get in there for the carving, as you can see in the photos.

And boy is roast pig delicious - especially the cheeks!

A Seinfeld Moment

You know what the problem with using Staples as your office supply company is? All the boxes are labeled Staples. Even the ones for paper clips. Or binder clips. Or pencils. All the Staples boxes make it hard when all you need is staples.

I spent 5 minutes looking for staples yesterday. I almost pulled down the shelving unit. I don't have anger management issues.

we're going on vacation!!!

Okay, so the title is a bit of an overstatement. Nonetheless, our impending move and trip inch closer.

Mom and Sissy have purchased their plane tickets! Hooray!

The plan:
Peter and Kimberly fly off to a fabulous vacation (in lovely Europe) and are joined by Mom and Sissy, taking their first intercontinental flight. We spend 2 fabulous weeks together, meeting in-laws, eating great food, and visiting old, old places. (Remember that that our dear state only became a state in 1859). For Mom's recent birthday, we arranged to stay at an agriturismo (like a farm plus B & B) and signed up for cooking classes! Should be fun!

Then we escort Mom and Sissy back to the airport and head off on our own great adventure. Current plans are rather vague, including visiting southern Italy, Spain, hopefully Portugal, and a flight out of Germany. Our plans are still evolving- so if you have any recommendations please feel free to leave them in the comments. It'll be my first trip to Europe (although Peter's an old hand at this) so I'm interested in all sorts of ideas.

My list of must dos
1. ride on public transport- I meet the neatest people and so enjoy the experience with culture when you're crammed together with the "locals"
2. visit grocery stores- so eye-opening!
3. see old stuff (yeah, I know this is on everyone's list) Particularly... old homes, old ruins, and countryside.
4. just hang out- it's so easy to get caught up with a list of "must dos" while traveling. I want to stop and just have a coffee or people watch. Hang out in a square and write. Visit with people. Make a fool of myself in foreign languages.

so that's what I have right now... let me know what I'm missing!

I get the Best Mail

Now I don't like to name drop, but look who has personally invited me to visit Iowa:
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A personal letter from the mayor, pretty sharp. And I get to visit the public gardens for free.

Someone obviously wants me very much.

Cloned!

This came for me in today's mail.

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I think our mailman is messing with me.

Sometimes, It Ain't So Bad

Sometimes my job is pretty cool, especially when I get to go on rooftops of tall buildings. The subject building is 12 stories tall, located right on the major east-west thoroughfare on the edge of the coolest, hippest part of the City, the Pearl. It was built 2 years ago and won a bunch of awards for Architectural Design, Sustainable Green Architecture, etc, etc, etc. Its a jewel in the City's affordable housing crown.

This building contains over 150 affordable housing units; I think technically, they're apartments, but it seemed more like a half way house. There were some sketchy characters walking around.

The marketing plan for our current client - let's call them "Captain Hook" - is to focus on low-income and minority users; they're not shy about letting people know that this is their plan. We didn't know it, but we were walking right into the middle of Captain Hook's target market.

A few of the guys had on their Captain Hook jackets, showing off what I have to admit is a pretty cool logo. It started while we were gathering outside.

"Captain Hook! I just got you and I love you." Cool.

"Captain Hook! What are you doing here? I love you." We're putting up a new site. Thanks.

"Captain Hook! I should advertise for you. You guys sell to poor folks - I know lots of people." OK, that's a little weird. And yes, that is our target market, in fewer words than we prefer. Thanks though. [Half of our group had to ride in an elevator with this guy - I wish I could have squeezed on that car just to hear his advertising pitch and to see the looks on the faces of my team members.]

"Captain Hook! No credit check, so no one knows if I'm using a fake name. This is the best thing to happen to my business since the pager." Target market reached.

Anyways, back to the original reason for this story: building rooftops. Its been snowy here, so the views weren't the best on this day. But its always fun to be up there and pretend you're cool because you can look down on people.

That's a bridge in the not so distant distance.

But there was this!

Large, antenna array.

I've heard that those are the microwave links for all telephones from Portland to Seattle and San Fransisco and Boise and the rest of the world - it's how we stay connected here in Bridge City. It is shooting out thousands upon thousands of Watts at all times of the day. I was standing almost directly in front of it for, I don't know, 30 minutes. If I had a canary (or a radar badge), it would have been chirping out of control. And now I can't have kids - sorry wife :(

On a lighter note, our architect got locked in a stairwell and couldn't get out: the door at the top and to all the hallways were locked, the door at the bottom alarmed. He banged on a door for 30 minutes until one of the "residents" opened the locked door for him. If I were him, I don't know if I would be more annoyed that: (a) none of my "team" members noticed I was missing for 30 minutes or (b) my fate lay in the hands of a sketchy character in a sketchy building in a locked stairwell. He was surprisingly chipper for the experience. And he did say he found a bottle of wine in the staircase. I don't thik he took it, although I don't know why.

It's melting....

It's almost all gone now, the snow. Sigh. We actually had to go to work yesterday and today. Oh well. Peter says that it's good the snow's melting; that at least it hasn't had a chance to turn brown. I guess he's right, but it sure was fun!

At least it's not cold anymore!



[01.20.07 1:57 p.m. As a follow up to the melt, here's Kimberly's snow angel, trying to hold on for a little while longer - PEter]

It's still here!!! (and we are too)

Well, what started out as a freak snow flurry has shut down an entire city. Peter already has cabin fever. Sigh. He's roaming around the house, proclaiming "red rum" and laughing manically. What have I gotten myself into?

anyway, back to my description...

It's beautiful, the snow. We walked to New Seasons for lunch supplies and saw all sorts of cool snow men and snow sculptures, people outside playing, cross-country skiers, and kids on sleds. One creative pair of parents were pulling their tot in a laundry basket!

The buses are running, kinda. The roads around here are still icy and snowy, but the freeways look relatively clear. The weather folk are predicting freezing rain tonight and a low of 29, so that means that the streets might entirely ice over. Will tomorrow be another snow day?

I hear that this is nothing compared to Iowa. I'm scared.

We're Going Live

So this is a blog that Peter and Kimberly have started.

The main point of this blog is to inform our families and friends of what we're up to, since in a few months we'll be in the middle of the country, over a thousand miles from anyone we know; we'll be like fish out of water in the middle, since there's no water in Iowa. Until then, we'll post boring anecdotes about us and our cat here in Portland; mostly, we'll be posting about our fish tank community, because really, we're boring. Eventually, the complementary multimedia will be complementary to the blog, by definition; right now, there isn't anything on those other sites.

I wouldn't expect to find anything funny, or life-altering, or even interesting on this blog if you don't know us, or even if you do. In fact, I'm still a little ambivalent when it comes to the internets and the weblogging. Although, I am a big fan of the Googles, mostly for the maps (that's a joke - a free shout out to the first person who can identify it).

The first public post is right below, down there, about the snow. We've been practice posting in private - if you want to read those posts, you can access them on the right through the archives.

We hope you don't hate it.

Not Supposed to Happen

In case you were wondering, it NEVER snows in Portland, which is why today was so amazing. Apparently, at 5 am, there was nothing on the ground (I wouldn't know, I was sleeping). In fact, we watched the weather report last night, something we rarely do, and the weatherman said maybe some flurries, but that was all.

So it wasn't surprising that when we woke up this morning, Kimberly's exclamation of "There's snow on the ground! Alot! And it's still snowing!!!" were skeptically received. Then, I looked, and Holy Crap! it was snowing.

I need to head north and cross the Columbia to get to work, so I went back to bed; it just wasn't happening, as The Couv is usually worse than Portland and I didn't want to get stuck up there.

However, Kimberly had quite the adventure trying to get to work; from the bus, she watched several accidents and numerous near misses, including the joy of watching the bus you were just on sliding backwards off the bridge. She came home eventually and we went out to enjoy the snow.

Kimberly is giddy as a 8 year old; like I said, it never snows out here. She's making snow balls, snowmen, snow angels, snow-_____ (fill in your own noun) and drinking lots of hot cocoa.

The snow is generally wrecking havoc on the city (click here and watch the 15-car collision), shutting most everything down. They don't have snow-plows out here and they don't have salt/sand trucks, because it never snows out here. The news people say it's going to melt a little, then freeze over night again, meaning tomorrow will be even more fun. I think I'll just turn off my alarm tonight.

It's the Final Countdown

The wheels have been set in motion for our imminent departure from Oregon.

We still need to figure out what to do with Miles.

And us, too.

5 months. Let the countdown begin...

what the hell is wrong with our fish tank?

As Kimbely eloquently wrote, 2007 is starting off much better than our somewhat tumultuous '06 (ok, so it wasn't so much tumultuous as downright crappy). One of the minor inconveniences we experienced in '06 was the rapid demise of our fish tank "community." Our tank was struggling along with 2 albino cory catfish, a neon tetra or 2, a barb thing, a clown loach, a rubber lip pleco, a couple random shrimp that we got with our live plants, and Mortimer, our african-dwarf frog. And to top it off, the water was white and cloudy and we couldn't figure out why.

Needless to say, it was a little depressing.

So, it being 2007 and a new year and all, we decided to repopulate, cloudy water be damned. We went to the store; we got us 5 new neon tetras and 2 new angel fish. We came home and dutifully floated them in the tank until they were acclimated.

And then we noticed old rubber lips was missing. Not dead and floating on the top, or in a plant, or even bits of him in the filter. Just gone. A bad sign, it I ever there was one. And if there's one thing Mr Smith taught me in Latin, it's that you can't avoid an oracle (see: Oedipus Rex for example A, and the Trojan War for Exhibit B, and yes, I know those are Greek myths, but the Romans stole everything else from Greece, so).

We released the 2 angels and the tetras, and everyone is looking good. A week goes by and everyone seems to be fitting in well: the angels are taking over the top of the tank, the tetras are settling into the middle bottom, the corys take the bottom, and the loach is in the filter. Even the tank is clearing up.

Then the problems began. The angel fish were doing back flips and spins. Although these are natural movements for the Millennium Falcon or even a Metzger, this is not a natural fish swimming style. First, the white one with the black stripes went: it was sad seeing her go down the drain the same way she spent her final hours. Then the black angel, with the white tiger stripes: he went more peacefully as we slept.

We've decided we're bad fish parents and are holding off on getting anymore large fish. It's too taxing, both mentally and financially. Maybe someday we'll try again, but more than likely we'll pawn the whole community off on someone in the near future as we prepare our move. After all, there is no water in the middle.

new beginnings

Well, it's 2007. A new year. A good year? Who knows, but I'm hoping for no major suprises this year.

New Year's Eve is a quiet holiday at our house, we just can't seem to enjoy a big party or celebration. We ran a bunch of errands, visited with my Mom and Sis, and had a quiet night. It was hard wishing the old year goodbye- 2006 has kept us rolling from one moment of chaos to the next. But here we are... we made it through, and we're not even sick of each other yet!

look at this list...

In 2006 ...
I applied for Ph D programs
my dad went into the hospital with mysterious lung ailment
dad got diagnosed with cancer
we worked on beach house and started marjor construction
dad started chemo
I had phone interview with State University in the Middle (SUM)
started caring for my dad
got acceptance letter from SUM (including $$!)
dad got real sick and we started to realize it wasn't going to get better
dad stopped chemo
went to BIL and SIL's wedding in foreign country
Dad died
deferred graduate program
deferred graduation from coast university
freaked out a bunch
adopted Miles
my advisor retired from WCU
visited East Coast to help Mom-in-law prepare her house for sale
started job at west coast university
celebrated first anniversary of marriage
had first holiday since dad died
skipped Christmas


that's a pretty stressful list....

miles for Miles

Well, Miles is finally living up to his name with a recent roadtrip to Albany.

Miles headed out on his inaugural road trip accompanied by Kimberly and Sissy. The whole crew drove down to Albany to visit Grandmama. Miles is undecided about road travel. Although he likes getting to hang out with people, the whole moving vehicle thing seems slightly overrated. His preferred place seems to be wedged under the driver's seat...

But, at least he was relatively quiet, things are looking up for the cross-country drive!

AND, more importantly, he was a smash hit with Grandmama. She offered to keep him, suggested that we forget to take him home, and generally gushed about how fabulous he is. How right she is!

Well, there are a lot more miles in Miles' future.

Oh my... the death continues

Well, the saga of the fish community gets sadder and sadder. Alas, during a water change last week, several more fish died. They fought hard, and swam upside down for a while, but eventually succumbed.

We are sadded by the continuing loss in the tank. It's pretty lonely in there...