So. The plan for tomorrow (technically today, Wednesday 8 December 2004) is breakfast/brunch at Morning Glory before we hit the road for Portland with the Boothes and a whole messload of chocolate chip cookies. We will be visiting Peter's cousin and of course Powells City of Books, where at 6 PM we're hoping to meet up with as many of chocolatesmudge, nedthealpaca, ideath, and the rest of their clan as possible. Now I go to send messages to ideath on as many channels as possible. But um yeah. If you can read this, and you see ideath any time before 6 PM tomorrow, tell her that there will be people who want to see her meeting in the Powells green room.
So yesterday, because I am insane, I got up at 6 AM to wake up theshytiger so we could drive pants_of_doom to the Portland airport, then drove back home, got changed, and rode my bike to work for about 9 hours. In my professional opinion, the nooner shift (from anywhere between 11 AM and 12 PM until far too late) can suck it. The 2 PM till far too late is okay, though, which is weird, but whatever. It probably would've been less sucky if I hadn't been so damn tired, but still. ( Being tired makes me a danger to myself and others, but mostly myself. If you don't want to read about my various and sundry work-related injuries and in particular if you hate reading about blood, skip this section. ) By the time I got home, mere moments after nedthealpaca and stereotype441 arrived to crash on our floor en route to the Humboldt Juggling Festival, which is this weekend, I was only barely human. So I washed my filthy exhausted body and went to bed.
Today I am resting and being nice to myself and pondering the chocolate cheesecake recipe in The Vegetarian Epicure, Book Two, which Penny insisted I buy when we were at Smith Family earlier in the week (I also got The Vegetarian Epicure and The Door in the Hedge by Robin McKinley). I'll probably do laundry at some point, since my sock and underwear drawers are both pretty empty, BUT most importantly of all, ( I'm going to fill out an application to cook for Sundance Natural Foods! I'm so excited! ) But first I think I will have some lunch.
...but one written from home, because we have internet here! At last! Also, today I got a fabulous new haircut, and tomorrow we're going to chocolatesmudge and nedthealpaca's housewarming party, even though we're going to be late since I have work from 7 till maybe 3, and also I have work the next day because life's like that. I figure since it's only one day I can do it super sleep-depped. Everything will be fine. Also, today Iggy tried to adopt a new kitty friend, and we couldn't find his people for awhile, but then it all worked out okay in the end. Similarly, I lost my ATM card for a bit, but it was saved for me the nice people at the Kiva (grocery, book store, and wine merchant's a few blocks from our house, which makes it amazing we shop anywhere else, and now more than ever because they are so awesome). Maybe there's more, but for now I'm going to bed.
...and because there's sweet, sweet free Internet in the lobby of the Phoenix Inn Suites in Wilsonville, where most of the olstad wedding guests hung out and Peter and I were able to crash last night, this is to let y'all know that Peter and pants_of_doom and I are heading into Portland soon, for breakfast and as much trouble as we can make before Penny has to catch a plane home around noonish. We tried to call friendly Stumptowners for hangy-outy goodness, but nobody picked up the phone (I know, I know, it's early by normal people weekend standards). Oh well. We'll have to see you next weekend for chocolatesmudge and nedthealpaca's housewarming party and Pirates of the Caribbean and suchforth. Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum, even though I didn't actually get to booze up as planned last night (weddings make me twitchy).
Mostly for my own reference, but also to encourage anybody reading this who's in those areas to go go go:6/20/03 - San Francisco CA - Great American Music Hall - 9 PM - 415-885-0750 - http://www.musichallsf.com
6/24/03 - Eugene OR - Wild Duck - 8 PM - (800) 992-8499 - http://www.wildduckbrewery.com/
6/25/03 - Portland OR - Berbati's Pan - 8:30 PM - 800-992-8499
6/26/03 - Seattle WA - Tractor Tavern - 9 PM - 206-789-3599
Bern/stein does a really, really fun live show, to the point where I was going to scout out venues for him to play in Eugene and harass his tour people when I found out he was playing in Portland this month. But now I don't have to! Whee!
In other news of my life, it took a major effort to get my lazy ass out of bed this morning at 9:30, but I did so and now the cat isn't harassing me anymore. Also hopefully this means my sleep schedule isn't too hosed up, seeing as I have to work at 9 AM on Saturday... uh, yeah.
Ok, so yesterday around 1 PM my post-interview nervousness wore off for real and I was overwhelmed by the urge to be horizontal. So I went to bed. I started filling out some student loan forms, but then I didn't want to get up for more information for that, so instead I called a few possible houses to rent. The first place I called turned out to be a fax number, the second had already been rented, the third gave me the "your call did not go through" message twice, and the last one was an answering machine. Blech, I thought, no more phone calls for now. And, taking a cue from the cat curled up at the foot of the bed, I took a nap.
At 4 PM I was awakened by the phone. It was cabanasloth, but I was too sleepy and stupid to make coherent plans. (cabanasloth still owes me about a dozen rude awakenings for the time I wandered into his room and flashed the overhead fluorescent light on and off to wake him up to go to the Motley, even if he doesn't remember this particular traumatic incident.) Anyway, eventually I woke up, more or less refreshed, and called Peter and cabanasloth and lusciousbrrd and got everybody to come meet at our apartment. While I slept, it had turned into a freakin' beautiful day out, good for walking around Eugene in. So we went to beer and food at McMenamin's on High Street, and then wandered around U. of Oregon campus a bit, taking the scenic route through Pioneer Cemetery back to our apartment to hang out till midnight-ish.
When we got back to our apartment, we were greeted by a famous first --- cat yak on the rug. Iggy Pop gets big points for barfing on a removable surface and not the carpet, but still... eeeew! Anyway, now that I'm relatively awake and thinking maybe I should actually do something today, laundry's high up on the list of things to do, if only to save that rug from its nasty self. Also I found some more cat yak on my orange fuzzy, which is also unacceptable. Clearly, it's laundry time.
Um, nothing much else to report. We'll probably be going up to Portland some time this weekend to visit chocolatesmudge and nedthealpaca with lusciousbrrd and cabanasloth, and take our guests on the obligatory pilgrimage to Powells. Oh darn!
Oh, and in case I don't manage to get ahold of him today, let the record show that I'm wishing a very Happy Birthday to my cousin Mike!
I didn't have a camera at the Portland anti-war rally and march on Saturday (March 15), but I took pages of notes, mostly on the signs and slogans I saw around me. Now judging by the livejournal comments I've posted, emails I've sent out, and Everything2 homenode update I've posted today, I feel like writing more about the experience, so here's some preliminary thoughts, taken from the aforementioned email and LJ comment and E2 homenode post.
The bad news first: I was really disappointed by the number of signs and effigies making fun of George W. Bush. As much as I agreed with some of them, they mostly struck me as petty and counter-productive. I know he wasn't really elected, I know he comes across as an idiot (I can't stand to hear him on the radio, let alone watch him on TV) and most of all I know it's embarrassing he's the public face of the United States in entirely too many ways, but dangit, I for one was marching for something bigger than personal dislike of Dubya. Sigh.
Now for some happier news: One of the coolest things about the anti-war rally and march in Portland was that there were people of all ages there, not just teenagers and college students. It's not just rebellious kids who think the war is stupid, it's grandmothers. Which is just great. It's good to know that not everybody is hypnotized by the TV news. Also, I feel like there's much less of getting teargassed or shot by riot police when there's little old ladies in the crowd. Which is a good feeling as well.
According to the Sunday newspapers (including the New York Times), there were 20,000 to 30,000 people at the rally and march in Portland. I was glad it made the news. Even if the administration isn't listening, at least the media couldn't ignore it, and in turn that means people who didn't march got to see that there's plenty of people opposed to the war. Whether it will make them think is a different story, but it's a start. I wonder if the U.S. anti-war protests make the news in other countries. I hope they do, because one of my major reasons for getting involved is to try to show as many people as possible that not everyone in the U.S. is blindly supporting the administration's war plans.
That pretty much sums up everything I've been telling people about my experiences at the march and rally. I feel like I should have more to say, but I'm kind of drawing a blank right now. Oh well. At least I've gotten those thoughts down where I won't forget them too quickly.
Update, 13:43: Happy Saint Patrick's Day, all. And please keep sending me your book recommendations (for those of you who just tuned in, yesterday I asked for suggestions on good books about the history and theory of nonviolent social protest).
It's the dance sensation that's sweeping the nation! Or at least downtown Portland, Oregon this afternoon. What you do is this:
Take the bus from close to chocolatesmudge and nedthealpaca's house to Hawthorne Street and walk several blocks to flamingweasel and joyquality's house. Meet their housemate Jason on the way. Meet flamingweasel's sister and wait for qousqous to arrive. Be glad that the rain has stopped.
Walk downtown. Be impressed by the number of people assembling on the east side of the (Willamette) river, let alone Waterfront Park on the other side, which is where the rally is happening and the march is beginning. Get stuck in a big crowd on the Hawthorne Bridge as it is raised so a boat can go under it.
Get to the rally and start looking at the signs and banners and stuff people are carrying. (My favorite: "French is just another word for nothing left to lose.") Notice an SUV with riot cops hanging off of it. Worry a bit. Wander into the center of the rally and listen to a speaker or two. Applaud and cheer.
Start walking, very slowly, along the prescribed march route. Occasionally get your groove on to random drumming happening through the crowd. Notice that there are riot cops keeping people off the Morrison Bridge, but that they seem to be pushing people back in a relatively nonviolent and orderly way. End up under the bridge just in time to avoid a little rain.
Continue (did I mention very slowly?) along the parade route some more. Admire the "bellies not bombs" belly dancers. When the parade passes the Saturday Market, at which point the food will smell so good that you cannot resist its power. Stop for food.
After food, we split up into groups: the ones who continued marching, and the ones who went to various places to prepare for movie night fun. The first bus on the way back to chocolatesmudge and nedthealpaca's place was hugely packed, partly with people who'd been to the rally and march. One guy saw my "No War" button and asked if I thought I'd stopped the war today.
"No," I said, "but I feel like I sent a message to my fellow Americans and the rest of the world that not everybody in the U.S. supports what the administration is doing." And that's the truth. I think that if Bush & company are as determined to have this invasion as they seem to be, it'll happen no matter how many people rally, march, shout, and scream in opposition. I just want as many people as possible to know that just it's just the U.S. government that's determined to destroy its international credibility and piss on even the idea and spirit of international cooperation --- not the citizens of this country.
French is just another word for nothing left to lose, kids.