Wednesday, December 20, 2006

chocolate covered cherries

I work with this guy named Bill, who is a site manager for a few of the places we provide services for. I felt a connection with him because he's from Brooklyn, he's every bit as abrasive, to the point, and caring as any other Noo Yawker I've ever known, and for the brief moments I talk with him I feel like I'm back east, it makes me miss my family and friends.

Bill's a great guy, although he rubs some people the wrong way, but I know his heart is in the right place. Today he was walking around with a case of boxes of chocolate covered cherries, and asking us if we preferred dark or milk chocolate. This is amazing because I have been craving chocolate covered cherries for the past couple of days, and normally I don't really think about them. Bill went on to explain that he's giving these out because his mother gave him a box of cherries every year since he was born for Christmas, up until 2 years ago when she passed away. He started to get a little broken up about it, which in turn started to break me up. Bill moved on, with his box of holiday chocolate and cheer, to the next cubicle and told the story to the next recipients, which prompted me to document this.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Nisa and Citi

Nisa's cat, Citi Kitty, a.k.a. Citizen Cat, a.k.a. Peach, completley trusts Nisa and lets Nisa subject her to all kinds of Cat Acrobatics.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

greg's 54'th birthday

We took our friend Greg out for breakfast on his 54th birthday. We went to this divey bar called "My Father's Place," which serves one of the cheapest and best no-nosense breakfasts in town. Most of the people eating breakfast were getting hammered here hours earlier, when the bar was serving alcohol with a side of loud rock music. Greg was pretty excited, we have been taking him out to breakfast for his birthday for about 5 years now.

There were a few guys in the kitchen cooking, and this sign hung outside of the kitchen. I thought it was pretty funny.

They made my pancake look like a person, or bear, or something with appendges. I thought that was pretty clever!

I just checked my email, and I had received this in response to my last "Fun at Andy & Bax's" post:

Dear blog author:

We recently came across your site,, while searching for fellow christian bloggers.

A small group of us have started a new site called Christian Bloggers. Our prayer and intent is to bring Christians closer together, and make a positive contribution to the Internet community. While many of us have different "theologies", we all share one true saviour.

Would you be interested in joining Christian Bloggers? Please take a few minutes to have a look at what we are trying to do, and if you are interested, there is a sign up page to get the ball rolling. We would greatly appreciate your support in this endeavour.

May God Bless you and your blogging efforts. We look forward to hearing from you.

Craig Cantin
Christian Bloggers

I'm not sure what about me wearing mexican wrestling masks inspired the Christian Bloggers to invite me into their fold; but I just don't think it would be a good match.

Friday, December 08, 2006

fun at andy & bax's!

It's amazing what you can achieve in an army/navy supply store with a digital camera...

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

I just spilled hot chocolate onto my laptop

I didn't panic until I picked it up and hot chocolate dripped out of the bottom. It was pretty freaky. I felt a panic attack coming on. I dried it off as best I can, and waited about 1/2 hour before I started it up again.

So far, so good. It smells nice, like hot chocolate! I'm glad I bought the extended just-in-case-you-drop-your-coffee-on-it waranty. The only real difference I notice now is that my shift key is sticking a little. The "A," "Z" and "ctrl" keys seem to be working okay.

I'm in Seattle right now on business, my company is hiring people to work at a federal site out here. It's pretty high security, and the security application is a rigorous process. I would rather fill out 10 complicated tax forms then fill out one of the security clearance checks.

After we finished the first phase of paperwork and interviews, my co-worker and I met two of our referral sources/contacts at a place called Uwajimaya, which is an Asian grocery store, gift store, and food court of asian food. All of this is in a huge building, so it has an open market feel without the weather element. I bought myself some lunch/dinner, and some treats from an Asian bakery. The picture of the dragon below was taken inside the grocery park of Uwajimaya.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Tom McCall Park

Saturday Ric and I went out to Tom McCall park, which was a little east of Mosier in the Columbia Gorge area. We went on a low-key hike; it was cold but beautiful. We saw quite a few deer, and checked out all the icy ponds. The park we were in was located high on top of a lonely hill, and was on a large plateau.

There was nothing at the top except a bucket and a mop, and an illustrated book about birds...

Thursday, November 30, 2006

gaya gaya

Last night my fried David and I went to Gaya Gaya for dinner, and I ordered some sushi instead of getting the usual bento box. Gaya Gaya is an awesome Japanese restaurant on West Burnside in Portland, The food is great, but the waitresses have a definate English language barrier. It's almost comical sometimes, you ask for extra rice and they bring you a little dish of pickled ginger.

I ended up getting Nigiri style salmon and a house special called "Tears of Gaya" which was a roll of ground ahi tuna and smelt roe, among other things. I only had my phone with me to take a picture of the beautiful and tasty sushi arrangement. I almost didn't want to eat it, it was like a work of art. The spiky tower thing was made out of thinly sliced apples. I was very impressed.

David ordered a New York Strip something or other over vegetables with rice. He doesn't care for raw fish, and was pretty happy with his order. I don't think he was aware that I took this picture of him, of course he will be when he reads this blog entry. Behind David is a mirror, and if you look closely you can see me taking the picture.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Powers Marine Park

I found it odd that the hours this park is open is 5 AM to 12:01 AM. Why 12:01? What happens at 12:02? What happens if you go to the park at 4:30, do you get arrested? This is actually a nice park to mountain bike in, it's small and right over the Sellwood Bridge on the west side of Portland.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

statue of liberty visit

Before I lived in New York, I visited with a friend named Jim when I was about 18. He had been to NYC several times, and was playing the part of tour guide. I was thankful he had some knowledge of the city, because I had no memories of going there prior to this first visit when I was 18, and it seemed to be an overwhelming place.

I wanted to visit the Statue of Liberty, because I'm a tourist, and because I'm a geek, and because I wanted to say that I've been there. After being there, I can say that I was thoroughly unimpressed. I couldn't believe that the base of the statue is as big, if not bigger, then the actual statue. Another turn off about the whole Statue of Liberty experience was the long lines up the staircases, to get to the top. Imagine being trapped on a staircase, with tons of tourists, waiting for the crown hogs several steps above to become bored of the view and use up all of their film so they can decend and open some space up for us poor saps waiting below.

The waiting was more then Jim and I could endure.

At one point, we were between staircases on a small platform, where the descending staircase was. I got the bright idea that if we walked up the down staircases backwards, it would seem like we were actually leaving, and nobody would question what we were doing. If someone came down from behind us, we would stop and act like we were tying a shoe or looking for something, and after the traffic passed we continued up to the crown.

The funny thing about New Yorkers, if you're from New York City, people usually refer to the Borough they are from, i.e. I'm from Brooklyn, she's from Queens, but you don't hear many people say (admit) that they're from Staten Island. I find it funny because as soon as I meet someone out here who says there from New York City, I ask what part, and they usually reply "Richmond County" or Staten Island.

Staten Island's really not that bad if you stay away from the Fresh Kills Landfill (that's really the name, I'm not making that up).

When I was at the Statue of Liberty I didn't take any pictures, and really don't have memories of anywhere else we went that day besides the World Trade Center. I haven't spoken to Jim in 15 years, but I'm sure he's doing well. I considered him to be a really good friend of mine when I was 14 and 15, and he stuck by my side through a life changing incident.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

I have an irrational fear of pyrex baking dishes exploding after I take them out of the oven.

This fear comes from an event which occured about 15 years ago. I was about 18, and living with members of my step-family in an apartment in a complex known as Oldswood.

Oldswood was named after the town Oldsmar that I lived in, and Oldsmar was named by the guy who owned Oldsmobile. They didn't make Oldsmobiles in Oldsmar; they didn't make much of anything that I noticed, although there was a high rate of exporting washed up heavy metal dirt rockers, none of which have gone onto bigger and better things. I think besides myself, there may be a total of 6 people who actually moved out of Oldsmar and attempted to exist in a life outside of the washed-up 2 mile by 3 mile armpit of a town, nestled between Tampa and Clearwater.

Anyway, when I lived with my friends/future family in our apartment in Oldswood, we would cook family meals together. One night, after we had finished dinner, and long after the stove and burners had been shut off, we heard a loud bang in the kitchen. After investigating, the pyrex bowl that had contained left over mashed potatoes had exploded into several hundred small mashed potato covered shards which dotted the walls, covered the burners, and littered the floor. The pyrex bowl that held the potatoes wasn't the originial bowl they were cooked in; after they had cooled they were transferred to the pyrex bowl, and put on a trivet in the center of the stove.

It made no sense that the bowl exploded, and freaked all of us out. We eventually came to the conclusion that the apartment was haunted, or a member of our household was haunted and followed by a michevious ghost. Some of the haunting stores can be elaborated upon in a different blog entry, but the exploding pyrex bowl has scared me of all future handling of pyrex bowls and baking dishes. I feel like I should have safety glasses on when cooking with pyrex. I wince whenever I take the pyrex dishes out of the oven and place on the stove or countertop, bracing myself for the worst case scenario.

Oldswood has long since been bulldozed, and a Wal-Mart now stands in it's place. My step-brothers joke that our old living room is in the Sporting Goods department.

Nice, America.

a whole new era of landfill material

Monday, November 20, 2006

bad analogy

I was talking to my boss earlier about the company's driving policy, and a couple of things related to driving infractions. My boss believes that all accidents are caused by the 2% of bad drivers, and one of the worst infractions you would get a ticket for is "faliure to obey a traffic control device." That basically means you went through a red light. I explained circumstances other then running a red light that might be classified as "failure to obey a traffic control device," when in mid thought I realized that all my examples are bad. I made an analogy regarding my poor examples, and said, "Well, weather someone kills you with a screwdriver, or if they kill you with a machine gun, you're still dead."

My boss just laughed at me, which I prefer to him regarding me strangely and asking me to leave.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

k-fed = fed-ex

ric and I had some free time the other night, so we hopped on the internet and researched Kevin Federline's music. We then took turns rapping to and dramatically acting out the lyrics in both western and English accents.

ric thinks that I am obsessed with kevin federline. I'm actually obsessed with what a jackass he makes of himself. I know Britany isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but at least her ignorance is bliss. K-fed's ignorance is painful.

Yea Boyee.

Monday, November 13, 2006

sellwood and bridge views

picture taken from the center of the Sellwood Bridge, looking north .

...Looking south

Sunday, November 12, 2006

aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper

more pictures of autumn

Here's more pictures I took of some of the trees downtown, turning autumn colors. These pictures are taken at the same time the footage for the first movie was shot.