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Apr. 9th, 2008 | 04:47 pm

This half assed blog is moving! Details to come later, or never.

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Rape, ahem... Room, for rent

Mar. 25th, 2008 | 08:38 am

There are tons of hilarious craigs list postings on the rooms/ shares page for Portland, on a daily basis one can observe the ramblings of criminals, 'queer radical trans womyn' whatever those are, and soccor moms alike, but this one was a very special post. It almost made me ponder the sad fate of the stupid, stupid  women that may have responded. But then i was thinking it must be a joke. This HAS to be a joke, right?

"Looking for single female for roommate. Must be slender, employeed, Non-smoker, light drinker OK, willing to trade at-home services for share of rent. Child will be considered, as long as child is infant.

If interested, please contact me at   _______@____

Tell me a little about you and your position, include a photo or two, and any requirements that you might want considered.

I am 46 year old white male, 6'0", 178 lbs, in decent shape, work a lot, home rarely. "

"at-home services" huh? Good thing he described his height and weight, that would make me feel much better about getting raped.

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I really hate 'Stuff White People Like'

Mar. 21st, 2008 | 01:14 pm
mood: aggravated aggravated

This drivel is not satire. It is not funny, it is not worth the internet sensation it has become, or the 300k the site's writer has been offered. Attempted comedy of this nature, akin to Carlos Mencia's brilliant schtick of "white people do this, mexican people do this" needs to stop. It pisses me off.  Also, it's been done, and it's been done better.  Remember this site
    I mean, some of this crap is just ridiculous: Shorts # 86, , don't most people utilize shorts for that lack of extra material quality?  I mean, don't quote me, but I think white people also like air. 
   Let's take Saint Patrick's Day #89. First of all, yes. Being that most white folks are Euro mutts, they tend to have some bit of Irish pride that conveniently surfaces around this time to get piss drunk while wearing green.  No one expects Latinos to get balls deep in the holiday.  I don't think this counts as profound observation, or marginally funny.
    Most of this crap is affiliated with upper middle class yuppies, or hipsters, (i.e.outdoor performance clothes #87 , and indie music # 41)  and most upper middle class yuppies/hipsters I'm aware of, are indeed white. But,  fortunately, they're also a minority of white people. Where's the hicks? the blue color white people? Conservatives?  A lot of this is just wrong, (marijuana # 33 , for instance is probably the most egalitarian drug ever).  
   Sites like this poke fun at a small pocket of white people in a superficial way, a) to make themselves (the white authors and subscribers) feel better, and b) to minimize the need for a real examination of race relations in the US. 
   What it does I think, is try to put white people in the same place a lot of white people put blacks. It just doesn't do it very well, or humorously.

 

UPDATE: Various conversations this weekend have convinced me that I am the only one who finds this site to be utterly full of shit.  Oh well---I will hold out until there are people who finally come out against it because it gets too popular, siting that ever present, everybody likes it so it sucks argument.  which is usually followed by the I hated it before you hated it, argument.

I guess stuffwhitepeoplelike.com should probably be added to the list of stuff white people like....  .com
 

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blah blah blah me me me

Nov. 29th, 2007 | 04:29 pm
location: bumtown

I am a  landlord now, but you can think of me more as a slumlord.
Im getting promoted, to my suprise, to transaction assistant of some sorts. More Moneys and more involvment with the transactions/deals. Most interesting one coming up is our funding for the Museum of African Art in Long Island City. And some health clinics in New Orleans. 
Hanukkah is in like 2 weeks, which means 8 crazy nights of strange and out of date presents from relatives that quite frankly only know me as Jeff' sister. Wooo...but at least I'll be New York, ehem. Jew York.
Also I bought the Colbert book, which is not suprisingly full of subtle cleverness. Definitely get it.

Reunion in Vegas in two weeks- Vanessa if you have any ideas on dinner reservations that are not in a fucking casino,i know that's a challenge, let me know. 

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Rainbows and Unicorns and undue optimism about a wonderful day

Oct. 9th, 2007 | 04:34 pm
mood: giddy giddy
music: Iron and Wine


-My waiter at lunch gave me my meal for free.
-my work is giving me 4 blazers tickets to the new orleans game next month. Front mother fucking row. 
-Evan comes back really soon
-My room mates cooked me browned acorn squash and it was delicious, even though i hate squash and anything that touches it.
-Tyler and I might be going to Maui for a week in december! oooh subjegated dark hued people and palm trees and warm beeches, Im soo there.
-Surgery is still happening and that sucks ballz, with a z.  I don't know maybe this gives me kitsch value for having a titanium screw attatched to my bone?  I think that's a pretty valid conversation starter.

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I think the game of scrabble and the game of basketball should be combined, making scraball.

Sep. 7th, 2007 | 10:33 am
mood: busy
music: there's some bums rapping on the other side of the window.

The UPS guy asks me out, but Damon Stoudamire just says "nice to meet you" without making eye contact, I guess I'm in a glass house with the latter, though.  Hmmm. me thinks he's investing in one of our sustainability projects, seeing as how we're an investment banking firm.  Man, I should be a detective. Why is he still here though, wasn't he traded from the Blazers like 2 years ago due to waining performance?  Maybe he's going to invest that 8lb diamond in his left ear to something worthwhile.  Ho's wearing recyclable  40% post consumer waste thongs and organic cocaine, say.  
 In other news I've played so much scrabble with Evan/Evan's fam in the last week that when I went to sleep last night i drempt about  giant wooden letters picking a bunch of lilipution me's from a bag and rearranging us on racks.  Allison wonderland meats nerdery, i guess.

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Dear Celebrities: I don't care about your politics

Aug. 30th, 2007 | 09:27 am
mood: awake

My job has tons of perks, from the free box tickets, to meeting ex Blazer Damon Stoudamire last week ,to the bonuses, editing experience, and networking I'm supposed to be doing with city government officials, etc.. BUT my latest task to fill the seats for the opening of the 11th Hour ,Dicaprio's sappy hacked up version of 'An Inconvenient Truth', is throwing me off; I feel like I could give away tickets to a fun day int he bathroom with Senator Craig faster.  

Plus I'm kind of against this slimy tactic. Our CEO agreed to buy up at least all the tickets of one full screening of the opening at cinema 21 here in Portland, why?  The producer's husband is our client.  They are asking 'green' companies all around the nation to do this, thus even if people don't go they can boast about high opening weekend sales and propell further viewership by (maybe) peeking interest.  So, getting your wealthy clients to subsidize your crappy film's opening weekend in order for it to be a pseudo success? Nice job Dicaprio.  And before you say he's  probably removed from this aspect, it's probably relevant to note he's on the board of the company that is our client (which is why we are doing it)  that asked us for this favor.  Even their website is begging you to go.  I'm not saying it's not well intentioned, I guess I'm just worried about the green revolution backlash, and how disastrous it will be. Movies about this subject need to be more than one sided (there's no orthodoxy in environmental responsibility) teer jerking documentaries with celebreties telling us we might as well shoot ourselves in the face already. 
This does not insight change.
  My Point? Desperation has never been a good sales pitch and i feel skeezy being apart of it...my bet is the movie takes  in slightly more sales than the opening weekend of 'Daddy Daycare.'  The whole thing leaves a taste of apathy in my mouth.

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someone make my life decisions for me

Jul. 23rd, 2007 | 01:00 pm
location: work...
mood: contemplative contemplative

    I've just been offered by my employer free rent in a large Pearl studio in a complex they manage. The catch? I have to act as landlord, coordinating repairs,and maintanance.  Now I don't like to consider myself shallow, but the studio comes with a 40inch flat screen tv, granite counter tops,  newly remodeled hard wood floors and one of those old school beds that folds up into the wall as well as a pristine view of Mount Hood.  I would be saving my current monthly rent and living in a place worth 650 a month, be closer to work, (though, truth be told, im already pretty close to work).  
     Down side- I like living with people, I I'm a social being and I like to shoot the shit after work and watch jeopardy and go out with room mates on a whim.  I would be further away from friends and surrounded by expensive shit I can't afford and have to buy everything one needs to live on my own  Also, what if I decide to quit when I find a better job? What if I want to go to grad school full time in 6 months, they will surely want to keep the complex managed within the company...oy vey. 

What o what is a lady to do?


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Alegria Feliz Feliz Da Alegria

Jul. 2nd, 2007 | 03:27 pm
location: work...ehem.
music: fans, voices, footsteps

No matter what time of day the number 20 bus always smells like piss.  A very unwelcome  7am wiff of someone's physical desperation. Other than that I am pretty happy. 

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working for the man, every night and day. But mostly just day.

Jun. 15th, 2007 | 03:35 pm
location: downtown
music: the max?

I'm technically on a break, so any guilt associated with this post is totally related to the fact that it is quite possibly wholely insignificant. But that's never really stopped me before.
     So contrary to popular (or maybe just my own) belief about soon being homeless and ragged and jiggling an old sticky 7-11 cup with 89 individual pennies that cost me only my self worth, on some seedy corner in downtown, I am , in fact iworking on that seedy corner, in down town. And not as a prostitute! ...
       Well, it's not THAT seedy, it's right next to skidmore fountain, who's nearest features include a depressed economy, a pretty crappy china town, and lots, and LOTS of bums. Portland altogether is very safe and non-seedy compared with many other places I've lived. However, the company did offer me a security guard to walk me to and from my car door. A SECURITY GUARD. What chicken shit is frightened of panhandler's in, at the very MOST the darkening dusk?  
     Anyway, it's an economic development firm that focuses mainly on low income areas and completely green, sustainable building.  If you can tell a lot about a company from their break room. my work has two wiis, an xbox, two fooseball tables, and air hockey, if you can even imagine that in a break room. I'ts classy. very classy. Today at our office meeting the CEO was talking about how horrible the options for food are around down town and that he really thinks hiring the portland culinary institute to take orders for lunch is a much better idea.

 How do people get this rich??

Anyway, I'm going down to eugene this weekend to see tyler graduate, meet his family (sequence of pained expressions) and go to some party at the hilton with some commentator people that intimidate me, i wonder if i will ever spend a weekend in portland...

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May. 2nd, 2007 | 08:20 pm
location: Caitlin's place
mood: busy

I fucking love NE Portland  
 

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ramble

Apr. 3rd, 2007 | 03:48 pm
location: Charleston SC
mood: thankful thankful
music: Something by Fleetwood Mac

In addition to tutoring autistic kids for 10 hours a day, here's some other stuff that's been going on: 

Next week I will be in the New York Times. Last month I chapperoned a prom, the same weekend I served dinner at a hebrew auction fundraiser ("More beer Rabbi?"). This month I was a judge at a crawfish eating contest and saw a baby get chucked in the head with a crawfish. Did you know it is possible to eat 30 crawfish in 30 seconds? Today we refurbished a plantation house's wood floors, then we canoed in a historic canal with alligators and freshwater turtles mating all over the place. I was looking for invasive species to cut down but mostly swallowed gnats and watched elegant spiders fall on me from stretched out branches. Next weekend I will be a pie throwing victim at an elementary school carnival. The kids wear camo a lot, even the girls. I graduate from the program in 4 weeks and move back to portland the day after.   I'm so ready to tolerate hipsters, you have no idea.

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It's like the quadratic equation but with beer

Feb. 9th, 2007 | 10:11 am

Find out how to avoid being "visually offensive" with this new mathematical formula!

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saddest journal entry ever?

Feb. 5th, 2007 | 12:07 pm
location: Jackson Mississippi
mood: listless listless

Jackson Mississippi, with the confederate flag still a part of the state flag, and still worn every day on the crisp lapel of the Governer, (who I'm meeting in a couple of hours) is a symbol of the condition of the South. It has a vast array of failed industry visible from the highway with fields of of abandonded metal machinary and fenced off nothingness. The residential streets are lined with shacks and packs of stray dogs. Every other building is burned out; literally 5 out of 10 buildings on a street are crisp and ready to fall at the touch of a finger. But magically, (or negligently )they just stay there, stairs down the street from the capital building leading to nowhere but the burnt corpse of a cafe. This place is still reeeling from the Jim Crowe laws and its tatters are proof of that; gentrification hasn't taken place yet because there aren't suburbs, nope there's just good old fashioned segragation within city limits. Our faces stick out like sorethumbs in these communities we build houses in. Hopefully they will see the sawdust in my hair and paint on my uniform and know that we are trying to do something, but for now at least, economically, socially, politically, and aesthetically, this place is heartbreaking.

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I wonder if my Dad listens to Jay-z when the stock market closes

Jan. 7th, 2007 | 05:05 am
mood: rejuvenated rejuvenated

I'm back in North Carolina for the night and it's not pretty. My father has taken to wearing this incredibly odd black leather cowboyish/sherlock homes hat. "What's the deal with the hat?" I asked as I spotted him across the way in baggage claim. He gave some sort of explanation involving distinguishability. He's a new professor at a historically black college in North Carolina in the economics/law department. You're white dad, you'll already stand out.

But wait,then he used the word 'cracker' AND 'hood' on the way home. Someone's been sneaking some MTV...

"So is it 100% black"? I wondered.
"Well it's definitely in the hood but No, it's about 90%, there's some crackers."

I give this job about 2 weeks before either my dad gets his ass kicked, hybrid car stolen/keyed or otherwise fucked up and/or gets fired due to innapropriate racist comments.

In other news, vacation was a blast, at least in eugene, Tyler and Evan made it what it was. Portland was slightly dissapointing for several reasons. One of the highlights however, was skateworld in oak park. It sort of seemed like the setting for an 'Are You Afraid of the Dark' episode. The outside looks dead and desolate but inside shitty hip hop was blaring and the juxtaposition of 'gothic' teenagers and fat balding men showed me and my ragtag group of skaters what else you can do with your life. I.E. spend it at skateworld perfecting the impossible backward skate and learning all the lyrics to Britney Spears' latest shitbomb. It was mad fun.

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Merii Kurisumasu, I guess

Dec. 23rd, 2006 | 10:13 pm
location: Winston-Salem North Carolina

For two more days I'm in North Carolina suburbia. It's foreign, but vaguely reminds me of their house in Lake Oswego. That's probably because there are trees in the backyard and it rained today. Plus its size is superfluous in comparison to the people who live in it. That comparison is confusing, they aren't lilliputians or anything; there are only 3 of them living here though. Who needs a 6 bedroom 6 bath mansion with inside balconies and twirling staircases? People who like walking through 5 rooms before they can see the kitchen? I'm staying in the basement, which has a huge bar and big black and white square tiles on the floor with mirrors as the walls. It sort of feels like i should be doing coke, lots of it, with 100 dollar bills and loud Japanese techo. Not too Christmassy if you get my drift, but hey, I'm not in Mississippi and that's pretty much all I wanted for Christmas/Hanukkah this year anyway.

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mississippi caulk

Dec. 4th, 2006 | 05:56 am
location: the goo,( pascagoula) mississippi
mood: anxious anxious
music: A country song about a WalMart parking lot just came on

As much as I love being the hometown of U.S. senator and minority whip (and racist, and a radically conservative douchefuck) Trent Lott, I will be returning home to Oregon, for about 11 days in less than a month. I seriously think about it way too much, the thought of not doing p.t., not wearing this fucking uniform and tucking in my shirt everyday and being surrounded by the same 10 people 24/7, is like a custom made symphony for my ears, and brain, and heart and soul, and fingers and paint stained hair.

In other news, we were invited to dinner at a state rep's house tomorrow evening, and then tuesday I cook for everyone (burritos, it is.) and then just 9 more work days of putting in wood floors in those old lady's house. She comes in and checks on us every now and then. Sometimes she brings us donuts, or poboys (southern sandwhiches with shrimp) and other times she just rattles off a story that usually involves someone's death. I think she's outlived everyone she knows. She's kind, but What a peice of work this lady is. She says "Tee Tee" instead of bathroom. Ex: "If y'all wanna tee tee you can use mah FEMA trailuh out back, i's fixin' ta go to my uncle's son's funeral anyhow".
oooooooooooookay. see ya, try not to die.

If anyone needs me to build them a house over break, you know...you should ask a professional. But I could tell you what NOT to do i.e.: you probably should not use caulk (pronounced cock)for cracks in the foundation, try a good insulation foam instead, becuase all it does is result in telling your boss where she can stick her caulk.

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And I've only been here for a day...

Nov. 20th, 2006 | 04:05 am
location: Hartsdale, NY
mood: grateful grateful
music: Nas 'street dreams'

Bloody Marys in East village bars,loud drunk crazies on the subway, visiting U of O kids in the city, my brother buying me everything in sight to make up for being away all the time, me completely letting him do it. Trying to explain Americorps NCCC to old jewish ladies, not doing it very well. Loving this warm cozy apartment and its absence of my teammates. awaiting the family reunion and reveling in the calm before the storm.

Wondering if my mom has gotten kidknapped for showing her knees in Lebanon, wondering even more why all the children in the airport in Alabama were wearing army camaflouge, as if they train for the local malitias as soon as they exit the womb. Visiting my cousin at Columbia, and her sister at Vassar, being outdone by ivy league relatives and for once not caring. Eating and drinking everything in sight, soaking up familiarity until it's parched.

aaaand breathe

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a crapload of non-sequiters

Oct. 29th, 2006 | 05:51 am

Worked 70 hours this week, including saturday. Am so exhausted, don't have time to spend money I don't have, so that works out.
I gave a schpeel at an americorps conference this weekend, recieved my plane ticket to New York next month and found out our next project is in pascagula mississippi (where?).
My mother decided it would be a good idea to go back to the motherland to see what the shitstorm in the mid-east looks like lately. Lebanon too. She's on a panel to initiate dialogue between the PLO (palastinian liberation organization) and orthodox jews. It's incredible that she gets to do somethign like this but the lady is clinically insane, im not sure how she makes it through everyday withut getting herself killed much less a wartorn country.
I'm ecstatic about ev joinin americorps and I so rarely use the word ecstatic in a genuine way that that should really fucking mean something. I hope he gets the denver campus, giving him a bigger chance of being a on a project with me. Because my needs are really all that matters these days anyway.
Holloween might be really cool actually. I'm being ghost busters with erin, melissa (the college cheerleader girls that I very suprisingly get along with) and Anthony, on Bourbon street this tuesday- our last night in Louisiana.
6 more months...

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As it turns out...

Oct. 5th, 2006 | 05:16 pm
mood: less vomit than before
music: Thelonious Monk 'Suburban Eyes'

alright, perhaps that last post was a little overdramatic.
Things suck but I'm not the kind of girl that becomes co-dependent on people to live their lives( minus maybe ev). I guess adventures require sacrifices, and other such trite learned growing experiences...
He (Tyler) does a really good job making me feel alright, when things definitely are not alright, and 10 months is a long time to ask, especially for someone with a penis.
Thanks for all the comments and e-mails and phone calls, I'm doing fine. I even got a new pair of kicks the other day for our 6 am runs. Now I can pant and sweat in style, because really that's my main concern these days.

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