I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N 12.16.2000
I'm drowning and this is what you throw me? You've probably been seeing this packing material. I think it comes from Amazon. It's a shoebox-sized inflated bag used to keep things from sliding around in shipping. I think they are better than the Styrofoam peanuts since those tend to fly all over the place. It's called Fill-Air(TM) Air-Filled Packaging Cushions. They have three iconic warnings that just made me giggle:
12.15.2000
pih. I just wish I could stop being so angsty about my "career." I mean, really. It's too much. 12.13.2000
It's six o'clock and I ain't got nobody It's early. Earlier than I thought. I woke at 4 a.m. to this impossibly-loud dripping outside our bedroom window. After a good rain there's this one part of the roof that just drips. It's so annoying. I don't know how it is so amplified but it is. It goes: DRIP... DRIP... DRIP... DRIP... DRIP! Incessantly and seemingly without end. It woke up T., too. He found the earplugs that I scored for free (and never used) at some ASCAP event in the Shanghai Tunnel to which I was not invited. (I just happened to be there.) I, on the other hand, just lay in bed listening to the DRIP... DRIP... and figured I'd just get up. I made coffee. I had toast. I ate a Clementine and read Fast Company. Then, at 5, I went to wake T. up. See, we're supposed to go to the gym this morning and I figured it was time. Nope. We leave at 6. Oh well. I contemplated crawling back into bed but the infernal DRIP...DRIP... was still going so... here I am. I know that I'm going to crash sometime after lunch. Maybe even before. I think it's good to get up this early sometimes. It's nice to see the world wake up. It reminds you that you're not the center of the universe. I'm going to ramble a little bit. It's been snowing here the last couple of days. Well, not really here though we did get a light dusting. Down south of here got a lot more snow. I just peeked outside and there's still patches on the ground but mostly its just wet from the rain last night. That spells "slippery" which isn't good. I hope it doesn't freeze in the next couple of days. Tonight we're supposed to go down to the waterfront with T.'s coworkers and watch the boat lights go by. Every year there's a number of private boats that get all decorated with Christmas lights and whatnot and they go up and down the river. There should be beer and vittles so I'm looking forward to it. It's high time for some holiday nonsense. The poor cat has been more manic than usual lately and last night I think I figured out why -- static electricity. The poor thing keep shocking himself. Especially when he rolls around on the couch, I can hear him just crackling with static. He was crossing through the door to the kitchen the other day and the little metal plate across the bottom shocked him and he went tearing off. Poor thing. I just don't know what I can do about it. Now it's 6 and it's really time to go to the gym and I suddenly feel very sleepy. How can this be? 12.11.2000
Sean Penn goes to Crazy Town It's really bloody cold outside right now. Not too much rain but dammit if it isn't scarf-and-gloves-at-all-times weather. Brrrrrrr. T.'s father was here this last weekend. We had a nice time with him and I hope that he enjoyed his stay. This is really a fun city to show off. I just wish we had more time. He came in on Friday and we gave him two options for dinner: The Chart House, a pricey five-star on Terwilliger overlooking the south side of the city; or, Ringside, a pricey steak joint off of Burnside which is a Portland fixture. We ended up going to The Chart House and had some incredible meals. Both his Dad and I had the macadamia-crusted snapper in peanut sauce with a side of ginger rice and mango saute. Oh, to die for. It ranks right up there with the orgasmic, cherry-smothered mahi-mahi that I had in Maui.  For dessert, we three split two of their signature item -- the Chocolate Lava cake. Oh my. That picture there is from their website but ours came with an even larger moat of chocolate around it and more toffee bits scattered on the plate. The center is hot, Godiva chocolate liqueur. The fish was remarkably light but after that dessert I felt stuffed. It was good though. I'd go there just for that. On Saturday, we went to a McMenamins' for lunch, did some shopping at REI and then fiddled with my computer. Actually, T. and his Dad fiddled with my computer trying to install a USB port to no avail. I did have them pick up a microphone super-cheap for me to try and record some stupid stuff. I want to learn how to record, edit and stream some sort of audio. It just bothers me that I don't really know how to do that. In the evening, we went to the Bridgeport over on Hawthorne with T.'s cousin who works there and had his Dad try the sampler. He declared the Porter and the Stout to be "Firkin bad!" I was drinking a Porter at the time -- ah well, to each their own. He did like the Ebenezer and the Blue Heron which is a crowd-pleaser anyway. When T.'s little sis was here we got her the sampler at McMenamins' during which she declared her love for pisswater beer like Coors. *snork* If either one of them thought they could come to Portland and not be forced to sample beers, well, they were wrong, wrong, wrong. He left early Sunday morning and T. and I spent half the day sitting around and then went and dropped a pantsload of cash at the mall on Christmas. That darn Christmas sure can get expensive. Down Scrooge! Down! Back into your cage! + + + Link du jour: infinite sadness. 
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