Thursday, July 3 2008, 5:26 pm


We've had lots of strange occurrences around here.

The other night, we were all out front, me working on one of my bikes, and the Baby and TSG helping (Baby Mark mostly by chewing on the ratchet set).

Suddenly two of our neighbors burst out of the building, one sobbing. It is our very drunk, very emotional 3rd floor neighbor, and a girl who lives in our building they proceed to have earnest conversation, laughing and sobbing and being dramatic (the guy more so than the girl was three sheets to the wind for sure).

Then the guy comes over, and the girl follows - a little embarrassed for him. He tries to talk to the baby, says hi to us, points out his boyfriend's car across the road, explains his boyfriend's first two favorite parking spots.

And THEN. It gets weird.

Suddenly a tall, older gentleman with an athletic build, wrinkled skin, and a Roman nose appears in our midst.

"May I ask, how to get to the holiday Inn?", he asks in a thick European accent. "I am from Switzerland."

I start to explain how to get there, but TSG has more recent knowledge that the closet Holiday Inn is, in fact, closed. Then our female neighbor chimes in trying to send him down a non-existent street. When suddenly:

"I don't want to freak you out man," says our that-bottle-of-wine-is-now-an-ex-bottle neighbor, "but I'll just hop in your car and direct you." (With much slurring of his words.)

At this point the very polite but rather freaked-out gentleman begins to back cautiously toward his car.



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Monday, June 30 2008, 4:19 pm


Taking apart the various aspects of economic activity, Fr. Pesch throws the light of the Moral Law on such topics as the manufacture of material goods, exchange of goods, remuneration and wages, justice in pricing, and—of course—he looks at what he calls the two "absurd consequences" of the individualist, free-market school of thought: Capitalism and Socialism.





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Sunday, June 29 2008, 2:11 pm


for the record...


...I never want to see a "rewards" credit card again -- especially a travel based one.

I like Alaska Airlines, but EVERY flight, several times, they ask you to sign up for a "Alska Airlines Signature Credit Card" from Bank of America.

Yay! You get 20,000 miles.

Here's the catch: there's a $69.00 annual fee. So, basically, you are paying for those extra miles. You might as well forget the card, and just buy the ticket.

What do these credit card companies/banks expect you to do? Do they really expect you to have a multiple rewards accounts (from them) fro each service you use? Is it really worth our time? NO.





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Sunday, June 22 2008, 12:39 am


"In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person's becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American... There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn't an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag... We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language... and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people."

Theodore Roosevelt 1907





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Saturday, June 21 2008, 11:54 pm


Charles Maurice de Talleyrand – on the perfect cup of coffee: "Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love."





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Wednesday, June 18 2008, 12:44 pm




Our Bollywood party last night was a smashing success. Everyone got into the spirit of the thing, right down to the baby, who was dressed as a Prince of Persia.

There are pictures somewhere -- but I was too busy rushing around bare-chested in my white linen pants...



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Wednesday, June 18 2008, 12:39 pm


Well, our last week-long guest headed out the door this morning, and TSG is already on the phone with our next one.

GGG left here with a new iPod, chock full of indie goodness, and a new blog.





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Monday, June 16 2008, 7:06 pm


Normally I abhor single-use items. Because of the inefficiency of the product to packaging ratio.

However, there ARE exceptions where it overwhelmingly makes sense.

And I submit super glue as an exception.

Because you never really can get it out of the packaging after several uses.



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Monday, June 16 2008, 6:08 pm


Vignette: WE live in Portland, yet we did not buy an umbrella until we vacationed in Hawaii.

(We bought it to keep the SUN off the baby.)


categorized as portland



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Monday, June 16 2008, 2:11 pm




I met a bull elephant in Kenya once...


Incredible Story





In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University .


On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully.


He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Peter worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Peter stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.


Twenty years later, Peter was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Peter and his son Cameron were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.


Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk gently around Peter legs, lifting him carfully then slammed his stupid ass against the railing, killing him instantly.


Probably wasn't the same elephant.


categorized as africa



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Sunday, June 15 2008, 11:46 am


[T]he socialism you seek has ALWAYS proven to fail when applied. Sure, it makes you FEEL good, more equal and all that, but IT DOESN'T WORK.




Exactly.



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Sunday, June 15 2008, 11:43 am


Read the Rivrdog.

(It sounds like he's a Portland local, too. I found him a while ago and just starting reading his stuff again... He was a friend of Acidman.)





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