This Just In

Unbelievable. 5’o’clock local news, top story, this just in: it’s raining. No, really, that’s it. That’s the top story. Rain on December 30th in Portland, OR; who’d of thought? In other news, cops have shot a suicidal man carrying a 13” butcher knife. Wait, it’s raining. This just in: cops remind you that drinking and driving over the holiday will have consequences. Oh, and new at six: “as the rain keeps falling the flood levels continue to rise.” C’mon. It’s raining. Not flooding. It’s just raining.

What to write?

What to write? What to "blog"? Since jumping from MySpace blogging, everything I puke out seems so didactic. And so I've deleted it all. Why would anyone want to hear what I have to say? If they would, why would they want to hear me say what they could hear on cable news over and over and over?
What do I find inspiring? Maybe that's a start.
My friend Mark has a site with pictures he takes: doors, windows, landscapes. Somehow they all speak to the massive gentrification of globalization without detracting from the pure impact of each form's lines and color.
What else? Barns weighed down by the elements. The west. Tumbleweeds. Idaho. The scary, rapid growth of Portland,OR.
The characters of my life. The women of my life. The selfish and the selfless.
American and English Lit. Society. Decorum. The Custom of the Country.
Pure Language. Deconstruction. Translation. Miscommunication. Irony.
Rothko. Kahlo. Polke. Mondrian. Warhol.
Icons: Dean, Monroe, Queen Elizabeth, Kennedy, Lennon (John); how does this happen?
That transient, slightly opaque, milky sea glass blue-green like certain trucks I suspect have specks of rust like southwest rocks: a color always almost perfect, never quite right.
That's a start.

Snowmygod!

Damnit. I should be studying for my family law final. But, IT'S SNOWING! How can I study during WINTER STORM 2005?!! I mean, c'mon people, if you live in Portland then you know that even a dusting of snow means a MAJOR WEATHER CRISES. As such, every citizen of Portland must fulfill their duty as a snow-fearing person and do absolutly nothing but FREAK OUT and WATCH THE NEWS 24 HOURS A DAY. I mean shit, I look forward to this every year. We didn't get this last year. I don't want to study. I want to sit on my couch and watch never ending looped footage of cars sliding into other cars. I want my totally unjustified fear of driving in bad weather validated on a minute by minute basis. I want Tri-Met to fuck up, the Mayor to order me home and the city to shut down. This is Portland, home of the 1/2 inch snow week: and I LOVE IT!