Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

With all the house stuff going on I forgot to mention Jeremy got a new job:

Delivering kitchen-fresh pizzas to deadbeats who don’t tip.

It’s hard to say how long this will last.

Since we’re talking about mustaches here, on the left is what I think Jeremy should go for: the Avery Schreiber. Next to him is my brother, who was never on Matchgame.

This is the most excruciating sign in the world. And it’s up there for weeks. I was kinda pissed that once the deal closed, the realty company just took the sign away instead of slapping on that ’sold’ sticker. What a ripoff.

Bike riding along the river while Dan was out here last month…

Here’s the inside of the house before we filled it up with all our crap. I don’t know if this is some kind of wide angle distortion, but the place looks all BeingJohnMalkovich small in this pic and actually seems a lot bigger with furniture. Strange. Sorry to drag my feet about these. I’m always really behind with the pictures. I read this article about this old man in Connecticut who reads the NY Times every day, but he’s fallen behind. To the point where he’s years behind the actual news. I think that’s so cool. When I read the article, September 11th hadn’t happened yet. What a shocker!
So I’m coming out of a two day no-internet blackout. Man, it was rough. Not sure how I survived. I think the lowest point was when I was rolling around in the mud outside in my bathrobe and hyperventilating. I think I’m fine now. Plus the tivo’s hooked up and making that sweet sweet sound.

I made Jeremy drive me around Lincoln, Oregon for an hour to try to find this poodle that we had passed on the way to Ellie’s cabin months ago. It was very anticlimactic because I had mis-remembered it to be this giant statue. Stay in school, pets!

The Republic Cafe in Chinatown. This place was Bryan’s suggestion and it turned out to be pretty cool. Yes, we ordered the Flyboys, but it was really all about the crab puffs, as usual. I want to have dinner in this tiny booth above. It’s conveniently located near the men’s room as well.

My parents sent me these from their vacation. My dad said there was an armada of biker’s following behind. I hope there’s something more interesting than a dead body in that coffin, like spy stuff. And that this is part of some cross-country wacky movie.
I’m more shocked that my parent’s are emailing me digital pictures from the road! Can their blog be far behind? I’d read it.

Also, Rob has started a new site for his photos and they’re amazing.

And if you’re a richie, here’s your chance to own a print by Christian Patterson and William Eggleston.

Happy birthday, Kim!!!

Here’s the first time we walked in the house with our keys. Now what?

Quick! Can anyone reading this macrame?

Seriously though, toilet cozies are disgusting, but I think this is a good idea for a basement lounge, should I happen to be walking around downtown and somebody with a suitcase full of money is being chased by thugs and decides to dump it on the crowd below to cause a diversion.

There was actually another fatality on Broadway. But when I went to take the picture of the place for this stupid series, I was bummed to see that the ‘low carb’ sign had already been taken down as well and it was just an empty store front now. I don’t want to seem like an insensitive jerk. And I really admire how many small businesses there are here in Portland that somehow go on in the face of big-box America (though Portland really has a lack of chain stores over all, which probably helps). But it was kind of delightful to see these low carb-eries go under. These three places were in the same neighborhood! How much fake food do people need?

My new thing now is the Vietnamese sandwich. Jeremy has turned me on to two places in town where you can get these, the better being from the carts on 5th Avenue. It’s basically shredded pork, pate, jalapeno peppers, cucumbers, cilantro and some kind of pickled marinade. Ugh, heavenly, and all on a crispy French baguette.

I’ve lived on Coe Circle for the last year, which has this large statue of crazy Joan in the center, but I’ve barely noticed it because it’s surrounded by tall hedges from our side of the house. And when you’re driving, you’re always looking in the opposite direction to make sure people at the intersections to the circle actually are yielding to you. When I moved out here, I took the statue as being a good omen or at least it kind of reminded me of home since New Orleans has the same exact statue, though the southern version tips the bling scale by having Joan carrying a flowing gold flag.
I think all of us in the house thought we’d hang out more in the circle than we actually did (which was pretty much never). Well, almost never…

I can finally get all this off my chest about Jenny’s vandalism because I now no longer live at the scene of the crime. That’s right, Jeremy and I bought our first house:

Yes, it is a big place with a few peculiarities. But that’s the kind of thing, the kind of concessions you have to make when you’re buying your first house. Like for instance, you’ll be walking down the hallway and little gusts of wind will blow you in the face or there’ll be a lot of loud screeching sounds. Or the heating grates in the floor will light up and you can look down them and see witches and devils. Also blood comes out of all the faucets including the toilet.

Kind of a post script to a recent post: When my friend Justine was in town, we barged our way inside of one of her old apartments because we’d happened to run into the woman who lived in the same bedroom Justine did fifteen years ago. Turns out this woman, Vladimir, is the same person who creates her own view master slides. There was an article about her in Saturday’s Oregonian.
Also, I’m really dying to check out the 3D Museum here in Portland.

The wheel of prizes from the Music Millenium parking lot party. I think this was right before I saw Open Water.

At this thrift store on the coast, Jeremy and I picked up a RCA SelectaVision deck. I’ve seen the discs for these things around for years but never really understood how they worked. Hopefully, ours isn’t broken and I’ll be watching this fanfare all the time.

Senior Photos from an interesting site called Planet Dan.

John Waters has a new movie coming out. I hope this is more like Serial Mom and less like Pecker. Watch the trailer.

Cape Perpetua lookout on the coast… or… the Sears Portrait Studio. I can’t really remember anymore.

Ginni did a full-out Tet Offensive for birthdays this year when she sent a care package for Katherine that included presents for all of us. The beer cozy/koozee (hate that word almost as much as ‘hella’ or ‘nosh’) is really amazing and the other side of them mentions the aforementioned subject.
Can you tell that the cereal box is encased in a durable plastic shell? It’s like doomsday Cheerios, though it sounds empty when you shake it (I guess appropriate for doomsday). I have to say… no offense, but that’s the most scary unflattering picture of Jeremy I’ve ever seen anywhere. He said he’s going to keep it with the other cereal boxes. I think this one is my favorite.
Speaking of freaked out, we go next to the stamps. I hadn’t heard about this when I got these and couldn’t believe that they were real and thus even cooler. If you think the baby/pumpkin head is odd, check out this from The Smoking Gun. I can’t decide if I like McGreevey or Linda Tripp better.
And the girls got some jewlery, etc., but it’s really all about the boy’s presents.