Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

Katherine and Jenny were catapulted into space at the beginning of this month on a very dodgy looking ride at the rose fest.

You’ve read the book, now check out the movie.

I found the best site on the internet yesterday. If you doubt what I’m saying, check out his Pirates In Ads section. I certainly feel humbled.

I know I’m a little behind on my news, but if you haven’t heard about the Induce Act, then prepare to freak out. It’s a piece of legislature the RIAA (they like to sue little girls) is trying to get Congress to pass under the radar that would basically make MP3 players and file sharing illegal. I guess this is not surprising with the current political atmosphere of the wholesale dismantling of as many civil rights as possible. I didn’t think anything could get more ridiculous than the proposed gay-ban amendment to the constitution or the plan to screen everyone for ‘mental illness’ as a way for Bush’s pharmaceutical friends to become even richer, but I think they’ve topped themselves.

The Rose Fest, finally! There were a lot more rides than at the Cinquo de Mayo. They even had a tent set up with hawkers selling infomercial products. One guy had a ringer, who was like, ‘Wait! Do you mean I can buy two of these levitating frisbees with the second one being only half price?!?’ Strangely, there were people sitting in the chairs set up in front of these booths watching guys sell Teflon coated pots and pans while all these beautiful rides languished.

The best cow award.
The oriental grocery mural brings to mind the problem, of the sign-maker, as to how to group together the seller’s products in some type of natural manner. I’m reminded of a grocery store sign in Brooklyn that was between my apartment and Jeremy’s that showed a gathering of all the animals (whose byproducts) were sold inside. And it looked, and maybe I’m being paranoid here, or maybe this is the result of the designer’s problem, that the farm animals (or sea creatures) were having some kind of meeting. Maybe planning something. It’s hard not to feel somewhat guilty/nervous.

I went to visit Donna at her new house today and really appreciated what a 1940s/1960s timecapsule it is and then begged her not to peel off the old wallpaper and rip up the shag carpeting, but I’m sure it fell on deaf ears. It’s a very nice place, though. And walking distance to The Grotto.

There was something like a 192 garage sales in the neighborhood this morning, part of a big planned event. Maps were available. I didn’t pay to pet the dog, but the same people had a hot dog concession stand going on in front of their house, which also included a Slushee machine, nachos and a beer keg. I usually make out like a bandit at these yard sales, but today it just a couple of board games and then this cool thing lets you make your own sign.
Jeremy and I also saw a kid dressed in a Davie Crockett outfit. More proof that Portland is like the first few minutes of ‘Blue Velvet’.

I went to see a baseball game at PGE park a few weeks ago and was shocked to see they used a manual ‘analog’ scoreboard still. I don’t go to baseball games in general so I’m not sure how rare this is. But it seemed like one of those moments that Jeremy’s always talking about when Portland really pumps up the Americana factor. I got bored with the baseball game in about five minutes.