"Hello?"
"Jason? Guess what? I'm going to be in Portland in about two or three hours. Want to hang out?"
This is how I do trips to Portland. Got an email a couple days ago about an art show, and thought "hey, that sounds fun, and I'm not busy that night." Turns out it's DebraJean's gallery? Hadn't seen her and her fella in years, and I may have to make another impromptu trip in the not-too-distant future so that I might actually get a chance to talk to them, as they were awfully busy.
I didn't think to bring my camera (I never do), but I got a couple crappy pictures with my phone of some artwork I really liked. They had some really good stuff. Artists I got excited about: Gea (naturally), Shaun Partridge, DebraJean's self-portraits.
I drug (dragged? drug? no clue right now) my friend Adam along with me. He's generally up for these ridiculous adventures, even though he has to work at 7:30 this morning. We probably spent twice as much time driving as we actually spent in Portland. But it was still a good time, and something out of the ordinary.
Had some crap in my life recently, but nothing worth sharing. I thought this was, though.
"Jason? Guess what? I'm going to be in Portland in about two or three hours. Want to hang out?"
This is how I do trips to Portland. Got an email a couple days ago about an art show, and thought "hey, that sounds fun, and I'm not busy that night." Turns out it's DebraJean's gallery? Hadn't seen her and her fella in years, and I may have to make another impromptu trip in the not-too-distant future so that I might actually get a chance to talk to them, as they were awfully busy.
I didn't think to bring my camera (I never do), but I got a couple crappy pictures with my phone of some artwork I really liked. They had some really good stuff. Artists I got excited about: Gea (naturally), Shaun Partridge, DebraJean's self-portraits.
I drug (dragged? drug? no clue right now) my friend Adam along with me. He's generally up for these ridiculous adventures, even though he has to work at 7:30 this morning. We probably spent twice as much time driving as we actually spent in Portland. But it was still a good time, and something out of the ordinary.
Had some crap in my life recently, but nothing worth sharing. I thought this was, though.
David Lynch is going to be in Seattle tomorrow, and I can't think of anyone I still know around here who would be excited about that and would want to go with me.
It's even my day off.
Any of you remotely excited about David Lynch?
It's even my day off.
Any of you remotely excited about David Lynch?
So I'm staying up all night/day in an attempt to create a semi-normal sleep schedule for myself. I'll be going to bed sometime tonight, in the actual night time. I'm really hoping I don't crash before then. Luckily I have a partner in crime. And by crime, I mean staying awake.
How are things with Erin? I've been waking up ridiculously late (hence the staying up), sleeping for usually around 10 hours a day. I'm pretty sure I have seasonal affective disorder (or whatever it's called. You know, the thing where you get depressed in the winter), and it just makes me want to sleep all the time. Also, my bank account is $50 overdrawn. And this is the "slow season" for my job, which means very little work, very small paychecks, and because of the SAD Erin has little ambition to go out and find a better job.
So basically, things have been better.
But friends just came back from trying to sell a car. So I'm done internetting, I think.
How are things with Erin? I've been waking up ridiculously late (hence the staying up), sleeping for usually around 10 hours a day. I'm pretty sure I have seasonal affective disorder (or whatever it's called. You know, the thing where you get depressed in the winter), and it just makes me want to sleep all the time. Also, my bank account is $50 overdrawn. And this is the "slow season" for my job, which means very little work, very small paychecks, and because of the SAD Erin has little ambition to go out and find a better job.
So basically, things have been better.
But friends just came back from trying to sell a car. So I'm done internetting, I think.
Nothing lasts forever, even cold November snow!
...at least it fucking better not. I'm tired of snow, and I have to drive someplace weird tomorrow. I forget where.
...at least it fucking better not. I'm tired of snow, and I have to drive someplace weird tomorrow. I forget where.
I'm still hung up on Halloween photos. So here's the greatest picture ever taken of me:
Why I Wore Lipstick To My Mastectomy - a movie by the Lifetime network. Probably serious and/or heartwarming.
Why I Wore Lipstick To My Back Alley Mastectomy- a Halloween costume by Erin. INCREDIBLY serious AND heartwarming.
Why I Wore Lipstick To My Back Alley Mastectomy- a Halloween costume by Erin. INCREDIBLY serious AND heartwarming.
I do enjoy having adventures, even if they're relatively small.
Last night's diminutive adventure:
Raine and I dress up and go to the art show mentioned in my last journal. The announcement for the show is in a wacky font and it looks like the address is 1911 Aurora. Everywhere we stop (coffee place, cigarette place, wherever) I feel like a spectacle. After turning around several times we find 1911 Aurora-- a skeezy hotel (as opposed to all the high-class hotels on Aurora?). The nose-picking women at the desk stare at us uncomprehendingly as we describe where we're trying to be, and eventually I remember that I have Jessica (the artist who's showing her work that night)'s phone number. So I call her and learn that the address was actually 4911, which makes a lot more sense.
So we show up about a half hour before the show ends, but it's enough time to look at some pictures and say hello to some people. And luckily several of the people I know are going out for drinks afterward. We meet a guy who has a cane made out of an artificial hip, because he has a friend who works at a crematorium. Awesome.
Basically I get a chance to catch up with some people I see about once or twice a year, and make tentative plans to do it again, with fewer people.
Raine and I end up at Denny's with her husband, and finally I don't feel like the most oddly dressed person, because there are lots of people winding down after Halloween parties. The waitress feels bad about not refilling our coffee for a while and gives us free root beer floats.
I go home and think about how much I enjoy writing in the present tense, and then pass the fuck out.
Last night's diminutive adventure:
Raine and I dress up and go to the art show mentioned in my last journal. The announcement for the show is in a wacky font and it looks like the address is 1911 Aurora. Everywhere we stop (coffee place, cigarette place, wherever) I feel like a spectacle. After turning around several times we find 1911 Aurora-- a skeezy hotel (as opposed to all the high-class hotels on Aurora?). The nose-picking women at the desk stare at us uncomprehendingly as we describe where we're trying to be, and eventually I remember that I have Jessica (the artist who's showing her work that night)'s phone number. So I call her and learn that the address was actually 4911, which makes a lot more sense.
So we show up about a half hour before the show ends, but it's enough time to look at some pictures and say hello to some people. And luckily several of the people I know are going out for drinks afterward. We meet a guy who has a cane made out of an artificial hip, because he has a friend who works at a crematorium. Awesome.
Basically I get a chance to catch up with some people I see about once or twice a year, and make tentative plans to do it again, with fewer people.
Raine and I end up at Denny's with her husband, and finally I don't feel like the most oddly dressed person, because there are lots of people winding down after Halloween parties. The waitress feels bad about not refilling our coffee for a while and gives us free root beer floats.
I go home and think about how much I enjoy writing in the present tense, and then pass the fuck out.
If you're in Seattle or the Seattle-ish area, I would suggest going to this on Friday night:
Solo show of a friend and really great artist. I will be there, all gussied up. I need a hat, though. Halloween costume is probably more important, but I've been really fixated on getting a hat.
Today in the physical therapy instead of doing stretches and exercises in a room with a door, I had to do them in a big open room, with other people around. It was gross. Especially since a couple of the exercises I do look a bit... provocative. Pelvic movements that make it look like I'm rehabilitating myself to be able to have sex. Yeah, it was gross.
Solo show of a friend and really great artist. I will be there, all gussied up. I need a hat, though. Halloween costume is probably more important, but I've been really fixated on getting a hat.
Today in the physical therapy instead of doing stretches and exercises in a room with a door, I had to do them in a big open room, with other people around. It was gross. Especially since a couple of the exercises I do look a bit... provocative. Pelvic movements that make it look like I'm rehabilitating myself to be able to have sex. Yeah, it was gross.
