Three Good Things

I was just easing into Saturday evening when I hit a bit of a road bump—a cold to to end all colds. This is okay, however, because my life is relatively undemanding, although my job does require active thought, which can be difficult with a head full of sauerkraut. Anyhoo, I would like to report about a few things that have given me joy as of late. Are you down?

Lonesome Dove: Great, you're thinking, of course she'd get caught up watching some faded cowboy mini series that aired back in ’89. But—get this—it's magnificent. The show chronicles a group of Texas Rangers moving cattle from the Mexican border up to Montana. Such a hard glorious life they lived back then. The scenery, amazing, and the acting, good god, the acting. Tommy Lee Jones, you can know the sun rising and setting purely by the emotion portrayed on his face in a single scene. And Robert Duvall, he has the corner on gleeful bad-assness. It's two DVDs containing three hour-long episodes. We started watching it on a whim and just couldn't stop. In fact, we still say to each other every now and then, "I miss Lonesome Dove."

Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern: Culinary "adventurer" Andrew Zimmern travels the world eating outlandish stuffs with the locals. No, it's not rocket science. But—there's something about this guy. He doesn't pull any punches, about himself, about the crap he's eating, or about those smiling folks handing it to him. He's sharp and witty, but ... he's also completely consumed by the sheer joy of eating. It's remarkable. Some of my favorites are Ethiopia (raw, fly-covered camel meet and other spoiled things), Samoa (raw sea snail), Uganda (goats blood, cows blood, and other congealed substances). Anyway, it's on the Travel Channel, but I just "watch instantly" on Netflix.

Janis Joplin, "Me And Bobby McGee": Just. Listen. The raw beauty, it will get you.

on assignment

This just in: in three week's time, i'll be on assignment in the nether-regions of foreign continents. Where, you ask? Let's just say, I can't spell it, but I'm going there.

In other news, rain, and more rain, but a trip to Colorado on next week's horizon, which should bring a dose of exquisite vitamin D and some much needed face time with good old friend Tricia. Exciting!

To Spring

Okay, I'm gonna say it. I'm all set with the rain. I need some sunshine in my life. So, to spring: "Let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our lovesick land that  mourns for thee..."

To Spring

By William Blake

O Thou with dewy locks, who lookest down

Through the clear windows of the morning, turn

Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,

Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening

Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn'd

Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth

And let thy holy feet visit our clime!

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds

Kiss thy perfumed garments: let us taste

Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls

Upon our lovesick land that  mourns for thee.

O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour

Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put

Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head,

Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

Dolphins and Jeffy

I watched The Cove last night. Maybe you’ve heard about it? It’s less of a documentary and more of a punch to the gut. Dolphin slaughter along the Japanese coast in the name of greed and the billion dollar “captive animal” industry. Yep, fucking Seaworld. See, dolphins are sentient beings, as self-aware as humans. Getting them into the tank at your local sea park means sourcing them from what pretty much amounts to concentration camps in places like Taiji, Japan—where the ones who don’t get picked are slashed and stabbed until the water runs red. I don’t want to go on and on, but … I felt sick watching this. Discouraged about humanity. And also, recognizing those self-same longings to watch, touch, and be near these strange, awesome beasts in my very own makeup—the exact same gross human curiosity that keeps these sea parks in business! Ugh. Stick to glimpsing them in wild, people, and I will do the same.

Not that petitions do a damn thing, but go here to sign one and feel like you’re making some kinda difference. I did.

Anyhoo, on a lighter note, Lance and I were snapped by the paparazzi at Nemo this weekend, where we attended the Portland stop of Jeffy’s traveling art show, I Am Snowboarding. Yobeat got the full story—don’t be shy, paddle over and check it out.

Weekend Of Champions

I’m on deadline right now, so I’ll leave you with some juicy pics of the past weekend—Friday birthday bash at Nike warehouse, Saturday wheels on concrete in the Portland suburbs. Did you have any New Year’s resolutions? Yeah, me neither….

Ashley turned 27, so we surprised her at Nike skatepark. I parked right in front though and blew the whole surprise element. Oops. Anyway, it ain't a party without a piñada. Scott's about to take a swing at it.

Or maybe take a swing at Ashley?

Or maybe swing around in the air molecules nowhere near the piñada.

Lovejoy and George were there.

And Steve and his little lass...

Melissa baked one of her luscious chocolate sculptures.

And these people ... well, they were obviously up to no good.

The birthday girl with a beer and a bag of candy. That's good style.

The next day the mountain popped out of the clouds and we went to Beaverton park and a loading dock near Hillsboro.

Billy back tail!

Lance leapt around like a cat.

And the sun ... the sun finally came out after three weeks or so. Just a quick visit, allowing everyone to relax for a sec and feel the warmth on their backs. And then just like that, we stepped back into the chill.