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March 23rd, 2004 |
I got out of work early last Monday and decided I would directly cross the river to North Portland to photograph some of the motels on Interstate at dusk. But I was kind of foiled by the fact that at 5:30 pm, it was still really bright. I ended up winding all around the area for the first time by myself: up Interstate to Lombard all the way to St. Johns trying to wait out the sunset. It was really worth it too, because North Portland has this strangenesss to it that is almost southern. I can’t wait to check out more stuff.
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Jenny returns tomorrow evening after a six week retreat in India. Her travels through Delhi, Orissa, Maharashtra, Chhattisgarh and Uttar Pradesh culminated with a seminar she delievered on “human values” at the ancient popular Buddhist centre of Sarnath. Jenny, the renowned Indian social activist and a close friend of the Dalai Lama, will attend an arraignment hearing Thursday morning for her dog, Oliver, who mauled twelve people while she was away.
The new McSweeney’s comes out at the end of April. It’s edited by Chris Ware, with contributions from Lynda Barry, Dan Clowes, Ira Glass and Michael Chabon. It’s fair to say I’m dying. I need it now!
