Work Boots in Commission but Still Unemployed

I have these major bruises. Not major like the ranking of a commander but more along the lines of a ____ fashion crisis.
However, these tender things came not from being stylistically challenged, or whatever is making my house look kinda ugly. The bruises are acutally from a bike wreck.
I would rather talk about Emily's homeopathic solution , arnica, than the accident itself, though.
Or actually, lets talk about our feelings.
Feeling gay? Well, too bad! Because the United States of Uh?merica is apparently not so happy about your feeling gay today!

But, meanwhile, He is our new commander in cheif and He does resemble Johnny in a quite a large way.











I received the cactus I have been expecting in the mail for a whole lot of some 3 days. The experience was celebrated maybe by the 4 or 5 other huge receptions that day...
1. 1/2 chord of wood which makes the house smell like an enchanted forrest.
2. Internets!! which gives the tick tock to my lovely online affair with wikipedia or google or what-have-you-lazy-ass-problem-solving-technique.
3. Lists are starting to bore me.


The New Seasons job hasn't happened but that is not to say its not in the making. A friend- slash- baker at the market has persistantly reassured me of his assistance in obtaining this job, and I fear not, now that my occupation is in the hands of new company. Also, a spanish lessons for fresh bread bartar is in the makings. Anywaysm I have this wonderful trust for those I know little of, and this is a great moment to depend on that superstition. Speaking of!
I found an unlit match in my bed!
Is something/one trying to sacrifice my slumber, set it aflame, perhaps?


My new favorite unmentioned Blog Item is Emily, my new housemate. She (and her dog, Bello) are my newest companions and I feel so very comfortable around and about each of them, in every prepositional way posible, come to think of it. And she makes good potatot-leek soup, too!

If you're wondering about the things that occupy my time in place of a job, I'm still finishing Heartbreak Soup. But as it is that I am perhaps impulsive and of little patience (or rather I practice patience in every other facet, allowing for indulgence in literature) it appears I have made it half way through 3 books and completed Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters by J.D. Salinger.
In Progress and lovin' it:
Tom Robbins Still Life with Woodpecker
Krishnamurti To Be Human
a Graphic Novel Biography of Malcom X

But, I mean, I don't just readdddd all day.
In the real world there is much to be done.
Emily made soup for everyone (visitors, me)...and we had the fireplace lit to listen to the election on the radio. In other updates, I'm now a member of the Independent Publishers Resource Center and currently on the hunt for some light fixtures that might dumb down the floursencent overhead glow of the current lighting situation.
I found a percalator at a vintage shop for like 7 bucks!
Plus!
I was a train conductor for Halloween where, I was with only 3 other people. It was a nice evening of champagne, a birthday, an artichoke, jazz, and there was this one other thing but I can't remember what it was but I know it was similar to things like champagne or jazz. The whole night was very in keeping with the kind of feeling you might get with either a birthday or an artichoke.
(2 of the 3 people were not in costume. And yes, at a certain point in the night I was sort of just in my costume without a certain place to be. (blowing my train whistle) )

Overalls put the goodtimes in fun.

Rain put the everyday in my Portland.

There's a lot to say about the past while of unbloggedly living.
I still really miss "knowing people well enough to tickle them"


Menos todas las excusas ya mencionada seria bien si les diria todo lo que hice en el tiempo, este tiempo con falta de descripción, no?
BUENO PUES

Hace una semana que pasé por la casa de los vecinos cuando decidieron hacer cerveza… y aunque tenía toda la razon de ya concocer este processo, por la influencia de Thomas o mi ex- jefe Aaron, o por los menos Malcom y su mead, nunca aprendí. Entonces bien emocionante me puse a dedicar la noche (las 8 pm hasta las 5 am!!) a los detalles del processo. No se como salrirá pero no hay forma de saber el sabor sin esperar las cuatro semanas de fermentación.

¿Qué más? bueno, comí carne en la peor forma, hot dog, o como se dice en Argentina PANCHOOOOO!!!!!

Este video es una de las miles de memorias que tengo de nuestros amigos de allá (Titi y Valeria en esta ocasión en particular) Yo fui a comer panchos con ellos tantas veces pero como era vegetariana, yo siempre comía pan con pickled cosas adentro en vez de carne.

Last night my friend Jon brought over some vegetables from the farm and we watched Looney Toons Merrie Melodies. I hope this weekend he and I can play catch at one of the parks by my house. It sounds like he is my 7 year old friend, doesn't it?

Ahora me retiro porque acabo de notar la sencillez en dejer un poquito para la imaginación.

PS. Mi hermano llevó un traje de Aladin para Halloween. just think about it.