My Old Clothes, 1

It started with a tweet, but I think I’ll make this a series. I’ve long been prone to a more “Derelique” form of wardrobe. During my last, lucrative and solid, eleven year gig in NYC, I never had to meet with buyers, ie., be more presentable than normally inclined. In addition to that, once I’d started the decade-long India cycle, I was made well aware … Continue reading My Old Clothes, 1

Researching Sock Companies

I was totally bummed out by being on Mississippi and downtown yesterday. The best time I had was at a plant nursery that had some great arrangements and some gorgeous chickens, wandering around their courtyard. I spent mere minutes at my destination and then got back on bus 4 for downtown. There is no THERE, there Well duh – when in or near Portland, just stick to … Continue reading Researching Sock Companies

Had a chat with a former surveyor @ the bus stop this morning

He’d had some injury & can’t work (but he flashed a seemingly involuntary thumbs up gesture as he said this) and is staying at a friend’s place in the neighborhood. There’s a lot of that in Portland! It used to be that creatives could get together, rent a house cheaply & get by on part-time jobs. Honestly I don’t know how average people survive here. … Continue reading Had a chat with a former surveyor @ the bus stop this morning

This’d be a fine town to settle if I could earn a living

I used to live around the corner from here. Read that Amazon bought two buildings across the street on SW Broadway & is slated to be the largest tech employer here in Podunk. That means higher rents downtown and more tech bros! Not that I could ever earn a living wage here, with or without competing against youngsters with tech salaries. At a certain point, … Continue reading This’d be a fine town to settle if I could earn a living

Double Standards, part 3 – the cutting board

So, because I knew damned well that Charlie wasn’t riding the kidz as hard as he was me, I somewhat gleefully pointed out a cutting board that’d been left out overnight, my birthday morning, with apple pairings on it. I did not “shove it in his face” as claimed this morning. I pointed it out, but without hostile tones. I’m interested in fairness. That’s all. … Continue reading Double Standards, part 3 – the cutting board