THIS IS ALIVE.

Look!
he screeched, racing over to pick a tiny, shiny object off the city sidewalk.

What is it?
I asked, hoping it might be a billion dollar coin.

I found a paper clip!
he yelled ecstatically.
I can build a lot of different stuff with it! 

And stuffed it into his pocket, eyes alert for the next treasure to be found.
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I have so much to learn still from children.

I'LL TAKE YOUR JEWELRY TOO.

"If anybody finds money..."

he announced loudly as I herded a group of children along downtown sidewalks.

"...give it to me and I'll buy us all something."

AND NOW I WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN.

September the 30th (the sun pranced in for goodbye)

Johannes and I hung around Anthropologie for a bit. Checked out some books, jotted down some ideas for combining 2x4 sculptures with fabric, then hit the streets to smile at strangers, chase birds, and read more books at Powell's.

Lively cohort, conversationalist, and urban adventurer.

Books I have not read and people I have not yet met.

Just don't get chrome that looks like this.

Current listening: Joseph Arthur's Graduation Ceremony. Das Racist. Men Without Hats. Benny Goodman.

I love Portland's parking garages, though I hate to pay for parking in them.

We spotted an automobile, and felt strongly it was driven by somebody who smelled good.

Not an eagle.

Love them.

Love their beds.

Love her.

Like these placemats. We will probably make our own now.

All the Things

The corner of Powell's Books sneaks out behind a row of

parked vehicles. I try not to think

of all the books I will die not having read.

I am now thinking about it.

Likely, I will never finish The Scarlet Letter.

I like the underlying themes more than the

book itself. The prose is heavy.

The sky is blue,

I am nestled under shade

in our automobile in a northwest

nook of Portland.

Windows cracked, breeze and bicycle wheels scoring my

sweaty children slumbering 

in back.

 I have never watched Gone With the Wind.

I am tired, to think about four hours spent leading

up to "Frankly my dear..."

Maybe I will watch it, after everything else I need to see:

Kurosawa + Truffaut + every Sesame Street episode ever 

Realistically, I will never watch Gone With the Wind.

Georgia though. I really need to visit Georgia. Savannah.

Next year, next year we will holiday in Savannah, 

if the timing is right. Which it likely will not be.

I am glad I didn't know the ending before I saw The Sixth Sense. 

I wish I could see The Game for the first time again. 

That's impossible though, if I remember correctly.

There is a noodle company down the block.

It is called "Noodle Company."

Or maybe it's "Noodle & Company."

I wonder if I will ever eat there.

It is a possibility, a slight one. 

It is likely that I will never eat at 

Outback Steakhouse. It is also likely that

I will spend little time in seafood restaurants.

I do not eat seafood, and it is a general assumption

that I could get a better salad elsewhere.

I like George Orwell. I like his precision.

I understand that BMW makes precision motorcycles.

Perhaps I will purchase one, someday.

Likely not though.

There are many bicyclists whizzing past my window.

I like bikes, especially ones with three wheels.

Maybe someday I will invent a bicycle with just 

ONE WHEEL.

There's a strong chance I won't though.

I see a lot of spandex-clad bottoms hurtling past.

On Thursday, I saw a lot of spandex-clad bottoms.

At a concert, an of Montreal concert that

was music and ballet and theater and Ringling Brothers.

Maybe I should become a rock and roll star.

First, I should get in better shape,

for the spandex, and maybe

learn an instrument.

I'm going to do it tomorrow, for sure.

Today is a nice day to listen to the bicycles.

Rebel With Cause

February 19

Portland

SW 2nd & Pine