neatoland

this is neat.

Portland Art Open

artists all over town open their homes, studios, etc to the public for one weekend. my friend meghan and her roomie are showing art in their apartment. anyone want to join me for a perusal?

here's one of meg's works:

l'esprit d'escalier

i made a movie at work yesterday. it's about a boy and his journey. i'm still working out the soundtrack.



on my way home from work, i saw the big orange sun setting. it dawned on me. i was inside during almost all daylight hours. soon i won't see the sun for months. sigh.

also the new computer is amazing.

equilateral quadrilateral

o beautiful magical bagel
you are saving my life this morning

i didn't play with the new computer last night because i stayed out too late celebrating erin's birthday. my favorite part was when erin and i made computer connection noises to tease liz about her dial-up internet. "beeboobeeboo. badang badang. screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

anyway. the imac is The Shit. the screen is so big and bright.

sigh.

this morning the u.s. bancorp building looked like someone had installed neon along its weird squished rhomboid edge. ever since i read that its nickname is Big Pink, i think of it as such even though i HATE that name. it is pink, though. and this morning it was GLOWING pink. i hate getting up early but i love mornings.

succulent smoked trout

we had a great, late dinner last night for betsy's birthday at Clyde Common. It was delicious and fun. One of the servers there is a library patron and we were blabbing about T:BA and he mentioned that Reggie Watts always stays at the connected hotel when in Portland. AND then Reggie Watts came in. I couldn't get Bill to go say hi, but it's okay, because I wouldn't have either. I'm shy about that stuff. Reggie Watts is just a guy. But he's also a smart and talented guy.

anyway, I think Betsy had fun on her birthday. Oh, I love September. BIRTHDAYPALOOZA!

anamorphous

1. Reggie Watts is the shit.

2. dream: Me, Jess, Bill, Morgan, Josh, Bill and Clay piled into the cab of Clay's truck. (Yep, 7 people in a pickup cab.) CLay revved the engine and as we were buckling our seatbelts I heard him say, "roads? Where we're going, we don't need... roads." We all started laughing and Clay shot the truck into the night. Dawn broke over the horizon as we barreled through a pine forest. I screamed a rollercoaster scream and kicked my legs out over the tops of the branches. Clay swooped the truck low over an orchard and we careened through the blooming trees.

3. Clay's the one who told Bill and me to go see Reggie Watts...