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Our first month in Portland has been amazing. The weather has been great and so has our exploration around the city. Our neighborhood is full of cool houses, lots of kids, and is in walking distance of a lot of interesting shit.

We are slowly working our way through the area, discovering restaurants and shops and distractions aplenty. Even the local Trader Joe's is more...
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Woo! I arrived 8 days ago in Portland. The movers came and went. My sweet wife arrived. The cats arrived. The car arrived yesterday. Now all that's left is a mountain of boxes to unpack. UNPACK?? I just packed the fuckers. Aaiiiieeee!

I'm exhausted, but happy -- which is slightly different than being exhausted and butt happy.

Well, we are about to start our final week in Virginia. The movers are coming mid-week and I'll be loading a truck full of books and household shit for my cross-country drive to Portland, and we'll be outta here for good.

We've got a wonderful little house in Portland and we are REALLY looking forward to having all this trauma over with. We have been...
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Three weeks left until we are out of this house. The chaos that is swirling aroung this place is making me dizzy. I've been packing and packing and there still seems to be so much to do. How the hell did I ever accumulate so much stuff? Do you think my evil twin has been out picking up shit on the street when I'm asleep...
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Well, we just got back from a week in Portland. We found and rented a wonderful bungalow house in the Hollywood neighborhood. Six block from the light rail, nine blocks from a great comic book store and a ten minute drive from the Hawthorne district.

We'll be moving in about a month. Now all we have to do is finish packing and try and print...
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The house we're living in has been sold. It took exactly eleven days -- during which about 150 hapless would-be buyers and their agents paraded through the house. They opened doors and turned on lights and checked closets and asked stupid questions. They did not close doors, turn off lights or seem to care at all about the fact that we were still living here....
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Privacy is often a part of security and a lot of people -- myself included -- hold parts of themselves back as a kind of protection against assault (be it physical, emotional or mental). This seems to work pretty well with strangers, but what do you do when you are attacked by somebody who knows you intimately enough to really hurt you? What if it...
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Well, it has been a snowy week here in Virginia. We got about three and a half inches on Saturday, preceded by another inch or two in the middle of the week. The weird thing is that it was in the 60s three or four days before that.

I hate the snow -- maybe that's too strong a word -- let's say, I have no...
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Hmm. Unexpected circumstances are forcing my wife and me out of our house in Virginia. We are pissed and want to move as far away from here as we can, without drowning in the Pacific.

Portland has always appealed to us and we're starting to investigate the possibility. It seems absurd. We've never even been to Portland -- we'll have to do something about that...
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When I was in grade school I was the king of the pissers. I had power, accuracy and longevity. While others could write their name in the snow, I could write my address. Once, during a marathon peeing competition at school I was easily beating all challengers when some idiot came running into the bathroom and made a mad dash for the urinal. My urinal....
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