Travel Day

Travel days used to mean waking up at god-awful o'clock, until I just stopped sleeping. The day wasn't bad, though, and I ran into a couple of Facebook friends of mine on the sky shuttle:

the sights

I headed in to downtown Portland twice today, once to visit Powell's City of Wonder (pdf):

Then we went home so Cousin Claire could tell me how badly I needed to watch Black Swan, and dad could show his sister his new presents:

Then it was back to East Portland with Andrew to try to find PDX's live music scene at the Doug Fir:

The headliners, Guantanamo Baywatch, played a single, shockingly unpolished set of a kind of crazed surf music so fun that I danced the whole time I was in line for drinks.

An Eventful Day

This afternoon I made it to my first Edmonton Improv event, and this evening we hosted a techno-nerd party to celebrate our binary address.  Chris embodied the event pretty well. 

Wireless

Not just the forest, actually: I can get work done on public transit, too.  Anywhere without internet, basically.

Homonculography

Joanna learned something new about her place of birth today. She saw a bunch of people at the airport doing this:Matt explained that the distinctive shape of the lower part of michigan leads everybody to point to their hands when they describe where they live. If you live here long enough, you don't even need two hands:

Conflict of Interests

So, yeah, I know that cars are what allow us to be terrible to our resources, and I abolutely hate the societies that we build for cars because they are no societies at all, but g*dd*mn, do I ever love driving when I get to do it.