An update you say? Indeed, an update.
Work:
Going well. I'm about to organize a meeting to fire someone that's been making mistakes on my account, making both my company and me look stupid, inept, and unprofessional. I've been told by my boss that my move to permanent status is imminent, which will be nice, since I haven't had any kind of benefits in more than a year.
Life:
I'm settling in to life in Portland. Admittedly though, I haven't spent much time out and about in the city. Portland is more spread out than I expected, and I've spent the last four and half years in the two most densely populated cities in the country in New York and San Francisco. I need to spend a little time on that strip on Belmont (is it Belmont?) and downtown I think.
It turns out that the motorcycle I bought when I last posted (an '83 550 Nighthawk) needed quite a bit of work. Most of its been done, and I had it running for a bit. Its now sitting in the garage on its centerstand with the tank off, half taken apart. I think all it needs is a complete carb cleaning. Its also missing random bits and has a few non-stock parts on it. Obviously wasn't well taken care of or well put back together. As it happens, I discovered when it was running that the bike doesn't fit me at all. I'm way too tall for it; I can't see my mirrors unless I curl my spine, and I can't find a good spot on the saddle.
So fuck it, I bought what should have picked up initially: a '92 750 Nighthawk, black, with 32K miles on it. You can follow my adventures via the flickr set (will be updated as I go along) below:
Nighthawk Adventures
Personal:
I'm not sure it says anything good about me that I'm currently willing to discard my oldest friendship, a girl that's been closer to me than pretty much anyone else. She's someone I met at a pretty dark time in college, and she's put up with a whole lot of bullshit from me. My biggest problem is that we've got all sorts of history (sexual and emotional) that seems to get in the way of us moving forward. She's also a bit damaged, and nothing is ever really going well for her and she's never happy. I'm sick of that kind of attitude in myself and I'm exhausted dealing with it in her. I'm probably being a huge dick in all this, but I moved 2900 miles from New York to Portland to start over again. I really wanted a completely clean slate this time, but Kat and I keep writing new letters in the dust of the past we created. She's never been willing or able to just forget and let us break out the wet rag on our board.
I don't get lonely very often, but I'm going through a bout of it right now. I hate it. I wish it wasn't raining so I could take the NH out on the road and loose my mind in a ride.
Overall:
Fuck it, I'm good. I drink too much, I smoke too much (only down to one or two cigarettes a day but that's still too many), and I ride my motorcycle every day its clear.
Work:
Going well. I'm about to organize a meeting to fire someone that's been making mistakes on my account, making both my company and me look stupid, inept, and unprofessional. I've been told by my boss that my move to permanent status is imminent, which will be nice, since I haven't had any kind of benefits in more than a year.
Life:
I'm settling in to life in Portland. Admittedly though, I haven't spent much time out and about in the city. Portland is more spread out than I expected, and I've spent the last four and half years in the two most densely populated cities in the country in New York and San Francisco. I need to spend a little time on that strip on Belmont (is it Belmont?) and downtown I think.
It turns out that the motorcycle I bought when I last posted (an '83 550 Nighthawk) needed quite a bit of work. Most of its been done, and I had it running for a bit. Its now sitting in the garage on its centerstand with the tank off, half taken apart. I think all it needs is a complete carb cleaning. Its also missing random bits and has a few non-stock parts on it. Obviously wasn't well taken care of or well put back together. As it happens, I discovered when it was running that the bike doesn't fit me at all. I'm way too tall for it; I can't see my mirrors unless I curl my spine, and I can't find a good spot on the saddle.
So fuck it, I bought what should have picked up initially: a '92 750 Nighthawk, black, with 32K miles on it. You can follow my adventures via the flickr set (will be updated as I go along) below:
Nighthawk Adventures
Personal:
I'm not sure it says anything good about me that I'm currently willing to discard my oldest friendship, a girl that's been closer to me than pretty much anyone else. She's someone I met at a pretty dark time in college, and she's put up with a whole lot of bullshit from me. My biggest problem is that we've got all sorts of history (sexual and emotional) that seems to get in the way of us moving forward. She's also a bit damaged, and nothing is ever really going well for her and she's never happy. I'm sick of that kind of attitude in myself and I'm exhausted dealing with it in her. I'm probably being a huge dick in all this, but I moved 2900 miles from New York to Portland to start over again. I really wanted a completely clean slate this time, but Kat and I keep writing new letters in the dust of the past we created. She's never been willing or able to just forget and let us break out the wet rag on our board.
I don't get lonely very often, but I'm going through a bout of it right now. I hate it. I wish it wasn't raining so I could take the NH out on the road and loose my mind in a ride.
Overall:
Fuck it, I'm good. I drink too much, I smoke too much (only down to one or two cigarettes a day but that's still too many), and I ride my motorcycle every day its clear.
My life here will come together, I'm sure of it.
xkonstantinex:
yeah I just moved here as well and portland is a lot more spread out than I anticipated too.