14 September 2016

07 September 2016

So what

Copy. Paste.

03 July 2016


Assuming I never add to or delete from my blog's history, this is my 501st post.

Photos in my phone...

It is super sunny inside my apartment at this very moment, but instead of a photo of that, check out this window-reflection pucture from last night. I love that both the tree-lined night sky and my kitchen are visible. 

I bought six succulents at yesterday's farmers market, $2.50 each.

A cat named Dandelion lives next door and now comes in/out and eats Nico's food as he pleases.

I screen-grabbed this the other day for my brother:

While unpacking, I uncovered this photo of Nico and myself from May of 2006:

Oh man, I had the worst hangover ever about ten days ago. "I had three Old Fashioneds, each time with a different whiskey, before dinner..." sets the tone. And the story continues with "...and then two glasses of red wine with dinner. And then I spent an hour in a hot, salt water soaking pool, where I had a rum/pina colada-ish drink. And then when the pool closed at 11, I had two more Old Fashioneds over the course of the next two hours...."


The hangover was worth it.

Scott K found me a gigantic rug for $50 and vaccuumed it in his driveway before delivering it to my apartment.

My favorite mirror is hanging above my defunct fireplace.

Okay, I'm hungry. Good night.

Listening to: Danny Seth

02 June 2016

Thanks for letting us party with your dog

I was attacked by a kidney stone Sunday night, inconveniently after Urgent Care closed.

I had one when I was a teenger and this incident was a lot more painful than I remember; a 2mm shard of minerals sure can wreak a lot of havoc. I did not go into shock, but I did hyperventilate which made my arms go numb, and I spent some time with no idea what was going on. And I laid in the fetal position. Shivering. There are no words to express how painful it was.

I do not recommend kidney stones.

I must give special thanks to my coworker, Jason, for taking me to the ER and all the other stuff that goes along with that responsibility. It would have sucked to try to do all that by myself.

The best part was when I picked up Nico after she'd been at Jason's for two days, hearing his roommate say "thanks for letting us party with your dog."

15 May 2016

Out with the old, in with the even older

As of 5:30pm today, 15 May 2016, I am moved out of my first Eugene apartment and moved in, though nowhere near settled into, my new 103 year-year-old apartment.

Many mahalos to all my friends who made the move possible: Scott K, Tony, Kristi, Evan, Jason, Jeff, Mary and Laura. It really does take a village!

Pictured above is Scott K carrying the very first load of my junk into the new space. I can't believe all the crap I've gathered in my 38 years on planet Earth. Luckily this space has lots of cabinets to encourage my low-key hoarding habits.

This apartment is beyond dreamy. 

I am in love.

nil8 - Fluorescent Dream

23 April 2016

System discontinued after widespread confusion

...is the most comforting information The News has delivered to me.

14 April 2016

Spit Kills

I read it twice and both times I was confused by "Spit Kills." It was on a sandwich board in front of a store, I imagine they sell all sorts of - masks? What else would they mean by Spit Kills?

Eventually I figured out the real words on the sign: Spill Kits.

   - story told by my new landlord

09 March 2016

Mix Tapes for the Soul: I do a lot but do not make time to document all that I am doing

I spend most of my work time staring at screens and so when I come home I prefer to avoid screen time. I had a really lengthy story in my mind when I sat down at the computer, but by the time I got to this screen I wanted to not be sitting at the computer.

January has been quite crazy. Most notably, the sudden loss of a coworker and friend.

I started that at the end of January and never came back to pick up the story. October, November and December seemed to drag on and on, but immediately following Bill's death at the beginning of January, everything went into overdrive.

Part of the reason for that was my unusually busy travel schedule, starting on 18 January when I went to San Francisco and then the southern rim of Monterey Bay, returning Saturday night. (Farm tours, distributor tours, EcoFarm, oh my!) I unpacked the following day, worked Monday and Tuesday, twelve hours each day, then headed to Portland early Wednesday morning, working twelve hours that day too. I stayed with Nicole and her Grandma while there, except Friday night, when I stayed with Max and we made mix tapes for Bill's memorial the following day.

I was home for a couple of days, then went to Corvallis for the Organic Seed Grower conference. I learned a lot, but also learned there's A LOT of complexities in the seed world that I am ignorant of. Tours and visits are always the best part of my work trips, and this time I was blown away by a restaurant on Oregon State University's campus, Five Four One. The prices are reasonable, the menu is 100% organic, creative and has daily meals that do not repeat.

Not bad for cafeteria food!

I returned on Sunday, then flew to St Louis on Saturday, returning a week later. Returning to Oregon was unexpectedly emotional.

I lost interest in writing, did other stuff for about an hour and so I figure I should stop short on this blog post. Probably because I have a hard time feeling the feels when they're negative.

Listening to: Allah Las - Allah Las (full album)

18 February 2016



I spent Christmas Day in this neighborhood.

SeaTac, bound for StL.


11 February 2016

Two loads of laundry, one carry on

I've traveled a lot and have packing down to a science. The photos below were taken a month ago, as I prepped for six days in California, touring produce distributors (cold), farms (mud), attending EcoFarm (casual wear), a lot of outdoor walking from class to class (rain, comfy shoes), visiting the beach (another shoe requirement), plus evening wear for several fancy dinners - a lot of different scenarios to prepare for.

Layer One: 
Socks, panties, bras, anything that I don't want on a hanger and shoes stuffed with some of those items. I packed four pair of shoes, wore one set.

Layer Two:
A jacket that separates the top and bottom layer.

To prepare for layer three:
Neatly hang 8 outfits on four hangers. Pictured below are six sweaters, a blue jean jacket, two belts, two shirts, two skirts, six dresses and four hangers.

Layer Three.
Grab those four hangers like you would when removing them from the closet and, as neatly as possible, roll them up and put them in the suitcase. 

Stuff in the edges of your clothes roll, then stuff in hats, scarves, purses or whatever. 

The bag on top of everything has eyeshadow, mascara and jewelry & hair accessories.

Taa Daa.

It really was two loads of clothes! 

When I returned from this trip, I washed only the clothes I brought and it was two full loads.

Not to mention I brought the entire population of Tampon City. 


Because I'm busy taking off my shoes, necklaces, coat and getting out my laptop and phone, and trying to quickly do all this while making a tub-train of those items in the five different tubs required plus my suitcase for the x-ray machine, I usually forget to take my clear plastic bag of liquids in 4oz or smaller bottles to put them in a sixth tub. 

I've never been stopped for it and so now I leave them in my suitcase in an easy to access spot in case someone asks me to pull them out. 

Listening to: The Coathangers

Oh, and I also fit everything in my suitcase with it collapsed down to its smallest size. That way, on the return trip I have a little breathing room to bring everything back disorganized. 


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