I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N 11.16.2003
9.24.2003
testing 6.22.2003
Goodness That was a dramatic farewell, no? Things are better now. We have moved. We are still in love. We are setting up our new life. I start school tomorrow. T. starts his freelance career tomorrow. Onward and onward. I still plan to start the new thing and to stop writing here. Just wanted a neater end note. 5.23.2003
Oof Sometimes life is a little too difficult. A little too tense. A little too personal to put down in an online journal, even one as "private" as this. I think I'm on a hiatus from writing here. I'm hoping to start another public writing venture and I think this might be my last entry in The Night Kitchen. So, until further notice, g'night! 5.2.2003
4.30.2003
Better than I thought I'm writing this on my favorite toy (the PowerBook T. and I purchased for Christmas) on the fifth floor of the Portland State library. I'm at a desk by the front windows -- a broad semicurcular curve which hugs a seven-story tall, beautiful tree. It's a building which seems sound architecturally but there are some significant problems with it, such as the location of the front door and the courtyard dead space. However, from the inside, seated where I am, it's pretty lovely. I'm all wireless now. I really do enjoy the ability to do this non-connection connection. It feels like magic. In addition to being able to pop open an IM client and chat with my husband about what to have for dinner and whether or not he will steal some office supplies on my behalf, it's great for doing research along with my studying. I have an Urban Studies mid-term tomorrow and it's been nice to read my notes, look up things in the book and then look for current examples or clarification online. So, you know, newsflash: wireless technology is really nifty. I'm also taking an Economics class whose topic is Globalization. It's interesting how nicely some of the overarching themes of the economy at work dovetail with local issues of city planning which I'm covering in the Urban Studies course. And in the latter course we are looking very closely at Portland itself. We are -- or like to think we are -- the very pinnacle of Urban planning and design. Think good thoughts for my mid-term tomorrow. I'm not altogether sure whether or not I am prepared. It's a "blue book" test which I hate. 4.27.2003
Sometimes on the bus when I get stuck standing in the aisle, I like to read over people's shoulders whatever page they are on in their book. Some people read some pretty racy stuff on the bus. Last week, I was disappointed that I couldn't position myself to read what this guy was reading. Black guy, short hair, casual but not unkempt. Had a briefcase/shoulder bag. Glasses. Mid-to-late thirties with a tasteful gold wedding band. Reading: Fasting for Financial Breakthrough. 4.26.2003
What? T. says that the aforelinked 8MB of lip-synching is not, in fact, funny. Perhaps, it would have been funnier if I had linked to the text from whence it sprang, like a cat from a toilet. Or perhaps if you were a gentle reader of this fine broadsheet. Or perhaps if you were a somewhat jaded, always cynical but perhaps, frankly, too bitter, web worker, slowly shedding the digital lifestyle and feeling the better for it, you would laugh. Perhaps not. T. also does not find my ominous, low-whisper of "I can smell your brains... and they smell spicey!" as he falls asleep funny either. Some people. ~ I have rectified an error, though. T. drew the earlier Easter Bunny cartoon. He saw it somewhere else but drew it for my edification and yours. It was an oversight not to credit him. 4.25.2003
4.23.2003
David Sedaris Went to see David Sedaris last night at the Jesus-the-people-who-work-here-are-incredibly-snotty-asses-Keller Auditorium. The tickets were a bit pricey. Not too pricey. Not pricey if you have a job and get a regular paycheck. But, a bit pricey. However, he was very funny. He shared new work and I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Money well spent. 
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