Funny run of holy fucking upheaval has left me off PD for the last couple of weeks. Lost my job, daughter's mom got a job offer out of town which she's taking. Had to weigh my options in light of all this. Given that I'm going to be a couple thousand miles from one child and to some degree, rebuilding, for reasons I'm not going to get to deep into, I've decided to follow my daughter...to SOregon. They're moving to Corvallis, so my options are Corvallis, Eugene or Portland. I know there's at least a few of you very familiar with the area...any suggestions?
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on February 21, 2012, 10:47:31 PM
Funny run of holy fucking upheaval has left me off PD for the last couple of weeks. Lost my job, daughter's mom got a job offer out of town which she's taking. Had to weigh my options in light of all this. Given that I'm going to be a couple thousand miles from one child and to some degree, rebuilding, for reasons I'm not going to get to deep into, I've decided to follow my daughter...to SOregon. They're moving to Corvallis, so my options are Corvallis, Eugene or Portland. I know there's at least a few of you very familiar with the area...any suggestions?
I applaud your decision to be close to your kid!
I'm a PDXspag and I really love it here. It's a bit cheaper to live down south a bit, but Corvallis and Eugene are university towns so they're not a lot cheaper. You can still get rents in the Central Valley pretty cheap, but there is nothing there, culturally speaking, so you'll probably be happiest in Portland.
You can still get a place for a decent price in St. Johns or off MLK in NE. Avoid the West side if you can... it's douches and yuppies all over the place. The Eastside is chock full of fun things to do!
Portland. If you want to get shot by cops for no reason, jacked, stalked by creepy people from OKC, and/or drive off a bridge for no fucking reason, Portland.
Also, gallery openings.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 22, 2012, 01:56:23 AM
Portland. If you want to get shot by cops for no reason, jacked, stalked by creepy people from OKC, and/or drive off a bridge for no fucking reason, Portland.
Also, gallery openings.
That is EXACTLY what I was saying. It's great here! And all that happens when a hipster disappears is a few of his friends put up posters.
Portland is pretty dope. Great street food. Need I say more?
Quote from: Nigel on February 22, 2012, 05:27:33 AM
And all that happens when a hipster disappears is a few of his friends put up posters.
(http://i.imgur.com/OtPVy.jpg)
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on February 21, 2012, 10:47:31 PM
Funny run of holy fucking upheaval has left me off PD for the last couple of weeks. Lost my job, daughter's mom got a job offer out of town which she's taking. Had to weigh my options in light of all this. Given that I'm going to be a couple thousand miles from one child and to some degree, rebuilding, for reasons I'm not going to get to deep into, I've decided to follow my daughter...to SOregon. They're moving to Corvallis, so my options are Corvallis, Eugene or Portland. I know there's at least a few of you very familiar with the area...any suggestions?
Portland is cool... Corvallis is a college town (OSU) from which I live 10 miles away and a bit expensive, and Eugene is the southernmost city. Eugene is more laid back and there's a lot of stoners and the U of O campus as well. If they're moving to Corvallis, it's only about a 70-90 minute drive from Portland. Also, what Nigel said.
As great as Portland is, I would want to live as close as possible to my daughter, hands down. When I've saved enough money, I'm returning to the Bay Area for the same reason.
I have no useful information about Corvallis or Eugene but I can tell you that driving there and back from Portland can be tremendously irritating.
Quote from: Nigel on February 22, 2012, 05:27:33 AM
It's great here! And all that happens when a hipster disappears is a few of his friends put up posters.
What happened with the hipster kid then?
Quote from: Triple Zero on February 26, 2012, 08:22:03 PM
Quote from: Nigel on February 22, 2012, 05:27:33 AM
It's great here! And all that happens when a hipster disappears is a few of his friends put up posters.
What happened with the hipster kid then?
Which?
Well I believe you mentioned the disappearing hipster before, so I wonder what the story was?
Quote from: Triple Zero on February 26, 2012, 10:32:46 PM
Well I believe you mentioned the disappearing hipster before, so I wonder what the story was?
It was a short story I wrote... it's posted around here somewhere.
Ooooooh I see :) I must have confused it
Quote from: Triple Zero on February 26, 2012, 11:08:01 PM
Ooooooh I see :) I must have confused it
It sprung out of the running gag Dok and Freeky had going about "what Nigel does to hipsters".
Quote from: Net on February 22, 2012, 10:56:37 PM
As great as Portland is, I would want to live as close as possible to my daughter, hands down. When I've saved enough money, I'm returning to the Bay Area for the same reason.
I have no useful information about Corvallis or Eugene but I can tell you that driving there and back from Portland can be tremendously irritating.
That would be ideal, but a few quick perusals of Craig's List reveals an employment situation that may make Corvallis or Eugene somewhat untenable. The plan, if all goes accordingly, is to swap the car for a van and have a sub-home situation. I hear there's tons of places to set up camp around Corvallis. My daughter and her Mom are stopped for the night in Northern California, and arrive tomorrow.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 22, 2012, 01:56:23 AM
Portland. If you want to get shot by cops for no reason, jacked, stalked by creepy people from OKC, and/or drive off a bridge for no fucking reason, Portland.
Also, gallery openings.
If I get shot by the cops, you can save the inquiry--they sure as shit had a reason...probably just ran out of reasons not to, in fact.
Real question: I'm coming sparse. I want to bring a week's worth of clothes. I live in a semi-arid desert. We stay dry or get torrented/blizzarded on. No idea what a week's worth of clothes is in the grey area out there. Helps?
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 10, 2012, 11:27:14 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 22, 2012, 01:56:23 AM
Portland. If you want to get shot by cops for no reason, jacked, stalked by creepy people from OKC, and/or drive off a bridge for no fucking reason, Portland.
Also, gallery openings.
If I get shot by the cops, you can save the inquiry--they sure as shit had a reason...probably just ran out of reasons not to, in fact.
Real question: I'm coming sparse. I want to bring a week's worth of clothes. I live in a semi-arid desert. We stay dry or get torrented/blizzarded on. No idea what a week's worth of clothes is in the grey area out there. Helps?
Rain gear.
Quote from: Guru Coyote on March 11, 2012, 01:25:50 AM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 10, 2012, 11:27:14 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 22, 2012, 01:56:23 AM
Portland. If you want to get shot by cops for no reason, jacked, stalked by creepy people from OKC, and/or drive off a bridge for no fucking reason, Portland.
Also, gallery openings.
If I get shot by the cops, you can save the inquiry--they sure as shit had a reason...probably just ran out of reasons not to, in fact.
Real question: I'm coming sparse. I want to bring a week's worth of clothes. I live in a semi-arid desert. We stay dry or get torrented/blizzarded on. No idea what a week's worth of clothes is in the grey area out there. Helps?
Rain gear.
If you're like me, for one week in Portland, you will need:
1 pair of jeans. Maybe 2 if you're excitable.
1 pair of good, sturdy, fairly waterproof comfortable walking shoes.
4 pairs of socks.
7 pairs of underwear.
4 T-shirts.
1 warm sweater or hoodie.
1 reasonably rain-repellent coat.
1 bathing suit.
1 short skirt or pair of shorts.
Sunglasses.
Sandals.
If it's winter, you'll want a scarf and possibly a hat.
Do not bring an umbrella or any kind of hat that gets blown off by wind. They're useless. People think they should have an umbrella because it rains, but the rain just goes sideways and gets up under your umbrella, plus your legs are already getting all wet anyway, and the umbrella just makes you look like a chump when you're struggling to turn it back right-side out.
Also, no self-respecting PNW-ite would be caught dead with an umbrella. It's how we know that somebody is bridge food.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 11, 2012, 04:38:09 PM
Also, no self-respecting PNW-ite would be caught dead with an umbrella. It's how we know that somebody is bridge food.
Exactly.
Also, loving the term "bridge food".
Every once in a while you encounter a lone bicycle leaning against the bridge railing, and not a soul in sight.
i own an ubrella. it's somewhere. i think.
So far all I've needed here is beer, which is aplenty. Everything else just sort of happens and no bears try to eat you. It's pretty fucking sweet.
I have once or twice wanted a club or a heavy wooden barstool. An umbrella would work, I guess.
ETA: Oh and that the electric mandolin cover band play some fucking slayer. A request they ignored with some hostility and continued to play the Beatles.
Quote from: Alty on March 11, 2012, 07:22:15 PM
So far all I've needed here is beer, which is aplenty. Everything else just sort of happens and no bears try to eat you. It's pretty fucking sweet.
I have once or twice wanted a club or a heavy wooden barstool. An umbrella would work, I guess.
ETA: Oh and that the electric mandolin cover band play some fucking slayer. A request they ignored with some hostility and continued to play the Beatles.
Those guys were amazing.
Assholes with shitty taste in music, but amazing.
Quote from: Alty on March 11, 2012, 07:22:15 PM
So far all I've needed here is beer, which is aplenty. Everything else just sort of happens and no bears try to eat you. It's pretty fucking sweet.
I have once or twice wanted a club or a heavy wooden barstool. An umbrella would work, I guess.
ETA: Oh and that the electric mandolin cover band play some fucking slayer. A request they ignored with some hostility and continued to play the Beatles.
Let's not bring up beer please. I'm already choking up saying goodbye to a lot of family. Not even trying to think about what it's going to be like when I drive past New Belgium, O'Dell's and FCB for the last time.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 11, 2012, 09:08:42 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 11, 2012, 07:22:15 PM
So far all I've needed here is beer, which is aplenty. Everything else just sort of happens and no bears try to eat you. It's pretty fucking sweet.
I have once or twice wanted a club or a heavy wooden barstool. An umbrella would work, I guess.
ETA: Oh and that the electric mandolin cover band play some fucking slayer. A request they ignored with some hostility and continued to play the Beatles.
Let's not bring up beer please. I'm already choking up saying goodbye to a lot of family. Not even trying to think about what it's going to be like when I drive past New Belgium, O'Dell's and FCB for the last time.
:lulz: Wait, I thought you were moving here. The microbrew capital of the US.
Yeah, Colorado's beer scene has NOTHING on PDX's. It's like comparing a little league team to the Yankees. :lulz:
:lulz:...and here I thought the only time I'd have to bust out home-town chest-thumping was when the Nugg's played the Blazer's. Guess that's the problem when you come from a state with a brew-master in the Governor's mansion, but titles like "Micro-brew Capital of the U.S." get thrown around all willy-nilly.
IIRC, Portland hosts a stop on the Tour De Fat, right? It's no Mothership, but y'know...gotta throw the rabble a bone every now and again.
It's not frivolous, PDX has more breweries than any other city in America.
More, in fact, than the entire STATE of Colorado. And seriously, New Belgian's best beer would be middle-of-the-road fare in Portland. And that's coming from someone who really likes most of New Belgian's beers.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 12, 2012, 07:13:05 PM
:lulz:...and here I thought the only time I'd have to bust out home-town chest-thumping was when the Nugg's played the Blazer's. Guess that's the problem when you come from a state with a brew-master in the Governor's mansion, but titles like "Micro-brew Capital of the U.S." get thrown around all willy-nilly.
IIRC, Portland hosts a stop on the Tour De Fat, right? It's no Mothership, but y'know...gotta throw the rabble a bone every now and again.
:roll: You'll see when you get here.
But if you're going to be a prick about it, you'll be drinking alone.
The rabble?
I thought we were the rabble.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 12, 2012, 07:57:43 PM
It's not frivolous, PDX has more breweries than any other city in America.
More, in fact, than the entire STATE of Colorado. And seriously, New Belgian's best beer would be middle-of-the-road fare in Portland. And that's coming from someone who really likes most of New Belgian's beers.
Totally true. :lulz: Fat Tire is what I buy when I can't spring for fancy beer. It's totally reliable and almost always under eight bucks.
Quote from: Nigel on March 12, 2012, 08:16:15 PM
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 12, 2012, 07:57:43 PM
It's not frivolous, PDX has more breweries than any other city in America.
More, in fact, than the entire STATE of Colorado. And seriously, New Belgian's best beer would be middle-of-the-road fare in Portland. And that's coming from someone who really likes most of New Belgian's beers.
Totally true. :lulz: Fat Tire is what I buy when I can't spring for fancy beer. It's totally reliable and almost always under eight bucks.
Fat Tire is the cheapest beer that's actual beer, at least around here.
If you go cheaper than that, you're into Coors Lite territory, which isn't beer at all, it's some Lake Michigan water that was run through a cow and sent directly to your grocery store.
Well, I'm not looking to the Nugget's to be outpacing the Blazer's this season either...but that doesn't mean the shit-talk will be any less fun.
New Belgium is much more well known outside of FoCo, but O'Dell's and FCB beers are generally more highly regarded in town. Biere De Mars and Somersault are the only New Belgium beers that are even on my short list, and those are only seasonal. I'm going to miss 90 Schilling from O'Dell's, something awful. And I am absolutely loving Milk Stout from Left Hand down in Longmont. Might come across O'Dell's at the right store. Left Hand, I'll probably have to write off.
Performed in Ashland a few years back and actually had Sunshine and Fat Tire there. Definitely did not taste the same. I suspect I'll be drinking local wherever the hell I find myself. There's no beating freshness. The other lesson I took from drinking in Ashland, Des Moines, Southern California, etc... That myth about how elevation effects tolerance...not so much a myth. A fishbowl marg at 5-6000 ft, would drop me like a dirty turd. Doesn't even make me slur at sea level--though it does hurt just as much. Be curious to see how long till my tolerance acclimates.
I assume you mean how long it will take you to lose the tolerance you've built up from being at altitude, since PDX is damn near sea level?
A week or two, depending on your mass and body chemistry.
At least, that's how long it takes your body to produce the extra blood needed to acclimatize to being at altitude; I'm just assuming it's roughly the same going the other way.
And yeah, that can be a harsh lesson. At least, it was for me when I moved to Mammoth for a winter. Went to a cocktail party my second night there. Had 2 Beam & Cokes. Huge ones, but still, I am a world-champion drinker. Woke up in the cab of someone's pickup with MOST of my vomit just outside the cab on the driveway. Oh, except for the vomit that I apparently hurled from the top of the 3rd story roofpeak, intentionally, on the people below. And the pickup I was passed out in had a huge-ass dent in the hood from where I apparently jumped onto it from the 2nd story deck.
In an amusing bit of synchronicity:
ECHGF grew up in Mammoth as a kid and her best friend there was named Emily. She moved away long before the winter I spent there, but her friend still lived there. Shortly after we started dating I told her my "introduction to Mammoth" story (this is about 6 years after the incident took place). She gets a funny look on her face, busts out laughing, and says "Oh, shit, that was YOU!!!"
The party had been at Emily's house.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 12, 2012, 09:58:11 PM
Well, I'm not looking to the Nugget's to be outpacing the Blazer's this season either...but that doesn't mean the shit-talk will be any less fun.
New Belgium is much more well known outside of FoCo, but O'Dell's and FCB beers are generally more highly regarded in town. Biere De Mars and Somersault are the only New Belgium beers that are even on my short list, and those are only seasonal. I'm going to miss 90 Schilling from O'Dell's, something awful. And I am absolutely loving Milk Stout from Left Hand down in Longmont. Might come across O'Dell's at the right store. Left Hand, I'll probably have to write off.
Performed in Ashland a few years back and actually had Sunshine and Fat Tire there. Definitely did not taste the same. I suspect I'll be drinking local wherever the hell I find myself. There's no beating freshness. The other lesson I took from drinking in Ashland, Des Moines, Southern California, etc... That myth about how elevation effects tolerance...not so much a myth. A fishbowl marg at 5-6000 ft, would drop me like a dirty turd. Doesn't even make me slur at sea level--though it does hurt just as much. Be curious to see how long till my tolerance acclimates.
Wow, this elitist pissing-contest mediocrity makes it feel just like I'm sitting in a bar in the suburbs.
Seriously, almost nobody here gives a flying fuck about the Blazers, and I don't even know what a "Nugget" is other than something stuck to Dok Howl's ass hair. I do, however, know that people who find the "my hometown is better than your hometown" game and the "I'm more cosmopolitan than you" game fun are, for the most part, pretentious, boring douches.
Quote from: Nigel on March 12, 2012, 11:34:09 PM
and I don't even know what a "Nugget" is other than something stuck to Dok Howl's ass hair.
It's true. I hire midgets to beat the nuggets out with sticks, once a month.
Also, someone is being snobby because they're from DENVER? :lulz:
Denver is to America what Naperville, IL is to Chicago.
My hometown is, well, you know.
All your counterarguments are invalid.
Quote from: Cain on March 12, 2012, 11:46:06 PM
My hometown is, well, you know.
All your counterarguments are invalid.
Your hometown, IIRC, is a grey monolith of ancient textile mills and cannibal street urchins.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 12, 2012, 11:45:56 PM
Also, someone is being snobby because they're from DENVER? :lulz:
Denver is to America what Naperville, IL is to Chicago.
Denver thinks it's hot shit because it's nearest competitors are places like Cheyenne, Albuquerque, and Salt Lake City. :lulz:
Portland, on the other hand, is bookended by Seattle and San Francisco so we are constantly reminded why we're glad we're just a really big cow town and not some swanky center of cosmopolitan culture.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 12, 2012, 11:54:08 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 12, 2012, 11:45:56 PM
Also, someone is being snobby because they're from DENVER? :lulz:
Denver is to America what Naperville, IL is to Chicago.
Denver thinks it's hot shit because it's nearest competitors are places like Cheyenne, Albuquerque, and Salt Lake City. :lulz:
I've been to Denver. It has almost as much culture as Cheyenne, and more assholes.
If you're not some empty-headed drunken prick in a sports bar, there is NOTHING to do. Hell, Tucson has more fun, affordable shit than Denver does.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 12, 2012, 11:48:40 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 12, 2012, 11:46:06 PM
My hometown is, well, you know.
All your counterarguments are invalid.
Your hometown, IIRC, is a grey monolith of ancient textile mills and cannibal street urchins.
Well, there's that place too.
I was thinking of the other grey monolith filled with cannibal street urchins, the one that's also a cross between 1984, Bladerunner, V for Vendetta and Brazil, in Rupert Murdoch's acid flashback.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 12, 2012, 11:56:18 PM
Portland, on the other hand, is bookended by Seattle and San Francisco so we are constantly reminded why we're glad we're just a really big cow town and not some swanky center of cosmopolitan culture.
Tucson is a medium-sized cow town, and we have loads of shit to do here. Shit, we even have an opera house, if you can believe it. Dinner theaters, art galleries, pervert bars, the whole package.
But we're not as cultured as Seattle and San Francisco, because two people can do all that shit and come in under $150 for an evening, without being a cheapskate.
Quote from: Cain on March 12, 2012, 11:58:29 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 12, 2012, 11:48:40 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 12, 2012, 11:46:06 PM
My hometown is, well, you know.
All your counterarguments are invalid.
Your hometown, IIRC, is a grey monolith of ancient textile mills and cannibal street urchins.
Well, there's that place too.
I was thinking of the other grey monolith filled with cannibal street urchins, the one that's also a cross between 1984, Bladerunner, V for Vendetta and Brazil, in Rupert Murdoch's acid flashback.
Wait. Manchester or London? :?
Because London is, for my money, the best fucking city on Earth. Granted, I've only been there once, and I was drunk off my ass with my army buddies. I know Liverpool better, but that's sort of like England's Tucson.
The latter is definitely London.
Oh, it's fun, don't get me wrong. But, well, there is the cameras everywhere, which is a little creepy. The seeping control freakery of the police ("monkey dance to prove you're not a terrorist. Faster!"). The bizzarely hi-tech automated systems sitting right along side thousand year old buildings. George Osborne skulking the streets of Westminster like a replicant.
And, of course, Boris. Our beloved Mayor.
(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfum8x0moc1qbfwb4o1_500.jpg)
It's kind of like dystopia, set to the Benny Hill theme tune. Which naturally makes it the best city ever.
Quote from: Nigel on March 12, 2012, 11:34:09 PM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 12, 2012, 09:58:11 PM
Well, I'm not looking to the Nugget's to be outpacing the Blazer's this season either...but that doesn't mean the shit-talk will be any less fun.
New Belgium is much more well known outside of FoCo, but O'Dell's and FCB beers are generally more highly regarded in town. Biere De Mars and Somersault are the only New Belgium beers that are even on my short list, and those are only seasonal. I'm going to miss 90 Schilling from O'Dell's, something awful. And I am absolutely loving Milk Stout from Left Hand down in Longmont. Might come across O'Dell's at the right store. Left Hand, I'll probably have to write off.
Performed in Ashland a few years back and actually had Sunshine and Fat Tire there. Definitely did not taste the same. I suspect I'll be drinking local wherever the hell I find myself. There's no beating freshness. The other lesson I took from drinking in Ashland, Des Moines, Southern California, etc... That myth about how elevation effects tolerance...not so much a myth. A fishbowl marg at 5-6000 ft, would drop me like a dirty turd. Doesn't even make me slur at sea level--though it does hurt just as much. Be curious to see how long till my tolerance acclimates.
Wow, this elitist pissing-contest mediocrity makes it feel just like I'm sitting in a bar in the suburbs.
Seriously, almost nobody here gives a flying fuck about the Blazers, and I don't even know what a "Nugget" is other than something stuck to Dok Howl's ass hair. I do, however, know that people who find the "my hometown is better than your hometown" game and the "I'm more cosmopolitan than you" game fun are, for the most part, pretentious, boring douches.
Only if they take it seriously. If they realize they're being idiots, that's a totally different story (at least for me). Acting like I don't still have a jock alive and well inside my head would just give that jock the power to act without oversight (i.e. being a pretentious boring douche--rioting because my favorite team wins/loses). Acknowledging that jock and letting him be the ass-clown he is safe with other ass-clowned jocks is fun for those who enjoy it. Kind of the same reason you said you troll--picking an opinion and defending to the death. Illuminating, and takes away it's power as well. But then I only troll in this way with people who aren't annoyed by it.
EDIT: I see far too many people who have some kind of political allegiance they treat with the same amount of rationality I approach my "THE DENVER NUGGETS ARE THE GREATEST BASKETBALL TEAM EVARRR!" Those people scare me. I see other individuals who keep that shit on the court where it belongs and hit me back with some "THE PORTLAND TRAIL-BLAZERS ARE THE LITE, THE TROOF AND THE WAY!!!" and then we take out our destructive tendencies on each other a-la the Three Stooges. Some play to win. Some play because that urge to throw a pie is too good to be bad (or vice-versa).
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 12, 2012, 11:56:27 PM
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 12, 2012, 11:54:08 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 12, 2012, 11:45:56 PM
Also, someone is being snobby because they're from DENVER? :lulz:
Denver is to America what Naperville, IL is to Chicago.
Denver thinks it's hot shit because it's nearest competitors are places like Cheyenne, Albuquerque, and Salt Lake City. :lulz:
I've been to Denver. It has almost as much culture as Cheyenne, and more assholes.
If you're not some empty-headed drunken prick in a sports bar, there is NOTHING to do. Hell, Tucson has more fun, affordable shit than Denver does.
I've spent some time there as well. My most lasting impression of Denver is that it's nowhere near as cool as Englewood, which is the suburb to its immediate south. Never good when you're outdone by your own suburb.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 13, 2012, 12:55:37 AM
Quote from: Nigel on March 12, 2012, 11:34:09 PM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 12, 2012, 09:58:11 PM
Well, I'm not looking to the Nugget's to be outpacing the Blazer's this season either...but that doesn't mean the shit-talk will be any less fun.
New Belgium is much more well known outside of FoCo, but O'Dell's and FCB beers are generally more highly regarded in town. Biere De Mars and Somersault are the only New Belgium beers that are even on my short list, and those are only seasonal. I'm going to miss 90 Schilling from O'Dell's, something awful. And I am absolutely loving Milk Stout from Left Hand down in Longmont. Might come across O'Dell's at the right store. Left Hand, I'll probably have to write off.
Performed in Ashland a few years back and actually had Sunshine and Fat Tire there. Definitely did not taste the same. I suspect I'll be drinking local wherever the hell I find myself. There's no beating freshness. The other lesson I took from drinking in Ashland, Des Moines, Southern California, etc... That myth about how elevation effects tolerance...not so much a myth. A fishbowl marg at 5-6000 ft, would drop me like a dirty turd. Doesn't even make me slur at sea level--though it does hurt just as much. Be curious to see how long till my tolerance acclimates.
Wow, this elitist pissing-contest mediocrity makes it feel just like I'm sitting in a bar in the suburbs.
Seriously, almost nobody here gives a flying fuck about the Blazers, and I don't even know what a "Nugget" is other than something stuck to Dok Howl's ass hair. I do, however, know that people who find the "my hometown is better than your hometown" game and the "I'm more cosmopolitan than you" game fun are, for the most part, pretentious, boring douches.
Only if they take it seriously. If they realize they're being idiots, that's a totally different story (at least for me). Acting like I don't still have a jock alive and well inside my head would just give that jock the power to act without oversight (i.e. being a pretentious boring douche). Acknowledging that jock and letting him be the ass-clown he is safe with other ass-clowned jocks is fun for those who enjoy it. Kind of the same reason you said you troll--picking an opinion and defending to the death. Illuminating, and takes away it's power as well.
I hear you. I'm much the same way when it comes to sports. I enjoy watching and playing sports, and I enjoy discussing sports, but they're two totally different enjoyments that are largely unrelated to each other.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 12, 2012, 11:56:27 PM
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 12, 2012, 11:54:08 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 12, 2012, 11:45:56 PM
Also, someone is being snobby because they're from DENVER? :lulz:
Denver is to America what Naperville, IL is to Chicago.
Denver thinks it's hot shit because it's nearest competitors are places like Cheyenne, Albuquerque, and Salt Lake City. :lulz:
I've been to Denver. It has almost as much culture as Cheyenne, and more assholes.
If you're not some empty-headed drunken prick in a sports bar, there is NOTHING to do. Hell, Tucson has more fun, affordable shit than Denver does.
They have a nice bookstore there though. It's small, but really pleasant. I also had the best salad rolls I've ever tasted in my life at a Thai place in Denver.
The pissing-contest shit is only funny to me when it's ridiculously over the top and about things that don't make any sense.
I seriously wasn't trying to one-up about the microbrews, just saying you have nothing to worry about. There are breweries every few blocks, like espresso shops.
It's worth noting that we're also the strip club capital of America, which in my mind goes hand-in-hand with being the beer capital of America.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 13, 2012, 01:49:56 AM
It's worth noting that we're also the strip club capital of America, which in my mind goes hand-in-hand with being the beer capital of America.
Is that in absolute numbers of strip clubs, or in strip clubs per population?
Because Tucson has a shitload of strip clubs. Mostly we pay the dancers (male/female) NOT to undress.
Yeah. Either they look like they're twelve, which ruins the whole thing for everyone or you can see VD scabs and meth sores.
:vom:
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 13, 2012, 12:55:37 AM
EDIT: I see far too many people who have some kind of political allegiance they treat with the same amount of rationality I approach my "THE DENVER NUGGETS ARE THE GREATEST BASKETBALL TEAM EVARRR!"
Yeah. Both are retarded, but at least your hobby doesn't ruin the country, I suppose.
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 02:15:43 AM
Yeah. Either they look like they're twelve, which ruins the whole thing for everyone or you can see VD scabs and meth sores.
:vom:
And they have that meth face, you know, where the top and bottom of their face fold together like a hide-a-bed.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:17:18 AM
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 02:15:43 AM
Yeah. Either they look like they're twelve, which ruins the whole thing for everyone or you can see VD scabs and meth sores.
:vom:
And they have that meth face, you know, where the top and bottom of their face fold together like a hide-a-bed.
Ah yes. I don't know how I didn't remember that.
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 02:22:30 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:17:18 AM
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 02:15:43 AM
Yeah. Either they look like they're twelve, which ruins the whole thing for everyone or you can see VD scabs and meth sores.
:vom:
And they have that meth face, you know, where the top and bottom of their face fold together like a hide-a-bed.
Ah yes. I don't know how I didn't remember that.
When confronted with enough Tucson, the mind blanks it out to protect itself.
For example, Nigel probably doesn't remember the food riot when she was here, and Alty has apparently forgotten the naughty Santa guy with the gun and the exploding dildo.
Quote from: Nigel on March 13, 2012, 01:38:10 AM
The pissing-contest shit is only funny to me when it's ridiculously over the top and about things that don't make any sense.
I seriously wasn't trying to one-up about the microbrews, just saying you have nothing to worry about. There are breweries every few blocks, like espresso shops.
Thought I was kind of going over the top when I referred to every place outside of New Belgium as "the rabble".
Seriously, New Belgium as a company is held in HUGE regard here. They are, by all accounts, an amazingly progressive business model. But their product isn't generally regarded as among the best Fort Collins, much less Colorado, has to offer. Their reputation as God's Gift to Beer is a point of much mirth amongst the locals. That was underlying my entire "Beer??? I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT BEER!!!"
...and as to culture--in this neck of the woods, we ain't too keen on that shit. You musta been thinkin a' them hippies up at that neuro-europa up there in the People's Republic of Boulder! We're kind enough to give you till sundown to find Diagonal Highway, but we ain't gonna let no culture disturb the peace round here! Once 5-points was gentrified in Denver, culture just became a word my fellow community-theatre participants began using because "fucking around", didn't win many endowments.
I hadn't really established my tongue-in-cheek affinity for Fort Collins, so I could see where it would be easy to take me seriously. With the exception of leaving my Son and most of the rest of my family here, there is NOTHING about this move that I'm not looking forward to. I'll probably start another thread on it because there's been a lot of bitter-sweet in "leaving home", but that's something I'd rather sort out in the rear-view.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:24:04 AM
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 02:22:30 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:17:18 AM
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 02:15:43 AM
Yeah. Either they look like they're twelve, which ruins the whole thing for everyone or you can see VD scabs and meth sores.
:vom:
And they have that meth face, you know, where the top and bottom of their face fold together like a hide-a-bed.
Ah yes. I don't know how I didn't remember that.
When confronted with enough Tucson, the mind blanks it out to protect itself.
For example, Nigel probably doesn't remember the food riot when she was here, and Alty has apparently forgotten the naughty Santa guy with the gun and the exploding dildo.
That was a
naughty Santa? I remember a very jolly santa, no gun, but there was a large candy cane?
And then what happened? Try and remember.
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 03:30:12 AM
And then what happened? Try and remember.
No, it's better if he doesn't. We had to strap him to the hood of the Jeep and run him through the carwash just to get the rentboy bits off of him, and the nuns still throw shit at me when I drive past St Xavier's.
Does he really need to know?
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:16:32 AM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 13, 2012, 12:55:37 AM
EDIT: I see far too many people who have some kind of political allegiance they treat with the same amount of rationality I approach my "THE DENVER NUGGETS ARE THE GREATEST BASKETBALL TEAM EVARRR!"
Yeah. Both are retarded, but at least your hobby doesn't ruin the country, I suppose.
I come from the home of Balloon Boy. Better to know your stupid is dumb, I think.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:13:41 AM
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 13, 2012, 01:49:56 AM
It's worth noting that we're also the strip club capital of America, which in my mind goes hand-in-hand with being the beer capital of America.
Is that in absolute numbers of strip clubs, or in strip clubs per population?
Because Tucson has a shitload of strip clubs. Mostly we pay the dancers (male/female) NOT to undress.
Both, I'm pretty sure. Definitely the most per capita, and I'm pretty sure just the most period. We have 56 strip clubs and that's not including the places that do "private lingerie shows". Thing is, though there are still the scuzzy clubs with the tweeker chicks dancing, there are alot of nicer joints and the strippers in PDx get PAID. I think they even have a union, but that's just hearsay. But it's definitely a "destination" for top strippers, like Vegas or Windsor, so there are actually a lot of smoking hot girls with natural boobs and clear skin and a brand new Mercedes SLK parked out back.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 13, 2012, 04:15:07 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:13:41 AM
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 13, 2012, 01:49:56 AM
It's worth noting that we're also the strip club capital of America, which in my mind goes hand-in-hand with being the beer capital of America.
Is that in absolute numbers of strip clubs, or in strip clubs per population?
Because Tucson has a shitload of strip clubs. Mostly we pay the dancers (male/female) NOT to undress.
Both, I'm pretty sure. Definitely the most per capita, and I'm pretty sure just the most period. We have 56 strip clubs and that's not including the places that do "private lingerie shows". Thing is, though there are still the scuzzy clubs with the tweeker chicks dancing, there are alot of nicer joints and the strippers in PDx get PAID. I think they even have a union, but that's just hearsay. But it's definitely a "destination" for top strippers, like Vegas or Windsor, so there are actually a lot of smoking hot girls with natural boobs and clear skin and a brand new Mercedes SLK parked out back.
Ours have cars out back, too. :lol:
We have a few dozen strip joints, but there's maybe ONE that isn't actually some horrible sideshow. Actually, I gather it is, too, but it has nicer looking attractions, but somehow still has the same level of sleaze oozing out under the door.
We have several strip clubs that you can take your girlfriend to for a nice night out (and I do, as one of them is walking distance from my pad and has fire dancers. FIRE DANCERS!)
And a few that also have awesome food, including the legendary Acropolis, where you can get a badass ribeye steak for under $10 since the guy who owns it also owns a cattle ranch.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:24:04 AM
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 02:22:30 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:17:18 AM
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on March 13, 2012, 02:15:43 AM
Yeah. Either they look like they're twelve, which ruins the whole thing for everyone or you can see VD scabs and meth sores.
:vom:
And they have that meth face, you know, where the top and bottom of their face fold together like a hide-a-bed.
Ah yes. I don't know how I didn't remember that.
When confronted with enough Tucson, the mind blanks it out to protect itself.
For example, Nigel probably doesn't remember the food riot when she was here, and Alty has apparently forgotten the naughty Santa guy with the gun and the exploding dildo.
WAIT WHAT
Zach was there??
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 13, 2012, 02:40:23 AM
Quote from: Nigel on March 13, 2012, 01:38:10 AM
The pissing-contest shit is only funny to me when it's ridiculously over the top and about things that don't make any sense.
I seriously wasn't trying to one-up about the microbrews, just saying you have nothing to worry about. There are breweries every few blocks, like espresso shops.
Thought I was kind of going over the top when I referred to every place outside of New Belgium as "the rabble".
Seriously, New Belgium as a company is held in HUGE regard here. They are, by all accounts, an amazingly progressive business model. But their product isn't generally regarded as among the best Fort Collins, much less Colorado, has to offer. Their reputation as God's Gift to Beer is a point of much mirth amongst the locals. That was underlying my entire "Beer??? I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT BEER!!!"
...and as to culture--in this neck of the woods, we ain't too keen on that shit. You musta been thinkin a' them hippies up at that neuro-europa up there in the People's Republic of Boulder! We're kind enough to give you till sundown to find Diagonal Highway, but we ain't gonna let no culture disturb the peace round here! Once 5-points was gentrified in Denver, culture just became a word my fellow community-theatre participants began using because "fucking around", didn't win many endowments.
I hadn't really established my tongue-in-cheek affinity for Fort Collins, so I could see where it would be easy to take me seriously. With the exception of leaving my Son and most of the rest of my family here, there is NOTHING about this move that I'm not looking forward to. I'll probably start another thread on it because there's been a lot of bitter-sweet in "leaving home", but that's something I'd rather sort out in the rear-view.
Well, do it better next time.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 13, 2012, 04:15:07 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 13, 2012, 02:13:41 AM
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on March 13, 2012, 01:49:56 AM
It's worth noting that we're also the strip club capital of America, which in my mind goes hand-in-hand with being the beer capital of America.
Is that in absolute numbers of strip clubs, or in strip clubs per population?
Because Tucson has a shitload of strip clubs. Mostly we pay the dancers (male/female) NOT to undress.
Both, I'm pretty sure. Definitely the most per capita, and I'm pretty sure just the most period. We have 56 strip clubs and that's not including the places that do "private lingerie shows". Thing is, though there are still the scuzzy clubs with the tweeker chicks dancing, there are alot of nicer joints and the strippers in PDx get PAID. I think they even have a union, but that's just hearsay. But it's definitely a "destination" for top strippers, like Vegas or Windsor, so there are actually a lot of smoking hot girls with natural boobs and clear skin and a brand new Mercedes SLK parked out back.
A girl I dated got bored of being a legal assistant and started stripping because the pay is better and the work is more fun. She could climb a pole with no hands.
Ahhh. Those were the days!
Eventually she got bored and went back to school, which, all things considered, is a good thing.
9 CAUAC
OPB HAS announced it will cover the race at 9 Mon in town? at A table?/?
I roll tomorrow. There is not an emoticon.
SLC is soooo fucking beautiful...from the outside. Then you get off the interstate, and assuming your random sequence of completely random lefts and rights allows you to make your way out of some shitty under-the-bridge neighborhood that looks just like every other shitty under-the-bridge neighborhood in every shitty major city in America, you make your way downtown. I don't follow the logic. Super sparkling clean, magnificently ginormous, as if they want people to have a completely unobstructed view of what is seriously the most unappealing architecture man has yet produced. I get the impression that they are fond of right angles...REALLY fond of right angles. To be fair, they do mix it up though. These buildings have rectangles, really huge rectangles, slightly less huge rectangles, protruding rectangles, recessed rectangles, they really do make use of the whole rectangle pallet.
On the plus side, it's also St. Paddy's day, so my GPS, dutifully navigates me to various destinations rendered inaccessible by the parade route and the broods...and I do mean BROODS...gathered along it.
Oh..and for the win allow me to introduce you to the SLC Jah Mon head shop. The entire store front a painted collage, Rasta Mon, green and black and red and yellow, Big Up the Irie vibe, respect...right below Bob Marley's chin...white sign, black and red text, could read it from the road...ATTENTION: NO PANHANDLING, NO LOITERING, NO SOLICITING, ALL VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED. Even the conquering lion of Judah himself would feel the love.
I was a bit unsure about tacking on an extra 7-hours to route through San Francisco. Bucket list city or not, it's an absolute must now. I need to burn the red state taint out of my soul.
Just about out of Utah. Road hypnosis and 40 mph cross winds steered me into this rest stop for a spell. About 20 miles back I went through this wicked thick fog bank. Seemed pretty weird to run into fog as hot as it was. My windshield didn't get wet either. 10, maybe 15 foot visibility, I would have expected to need my wipers. Instead I needed to roll down my window cause I was roasting without a baster.
That fog...it was fucking SALT. I could tell because it didn't taste at all when it whipped across my face, and it was a lot sharper to boot.
That would be the second weirdest thing I witnessed out here amongst the tumbleweeds and golden tablets. Raise your hand if you've ever seen sextuplets in real life...Anybody? No? Well I guess you can't relate then. Stopped to get gas on my way out SLC and next pump over an SUV with another brood. Six? Impressive. Oh nevermind, he must be babysitting--they're all in car-seats. Cute little shit, that one...and that other one. Oh and isn't she a cutie too. And the one in the--WAIT...
It was a whole lot of cute...the same, exact, cute. I heart cute, but God bless that dad, cause he's operating way outside my cute wrangling capacity.
Listening to the radio mumble something about the evil of the progressives, divinely inspired strategies for combatting it, and such. Nap time now. I got shit to process.
Taco Time, Elko, NV.
This is uncanny. I swear I know every single one of these kids working here. Can't remember from where, but had to been 15-20 years ago. Weird. All this time, they haven't aged a day. Never knew the big dude was gay though. Remember him being just that effeminate, but guess back in '94 he wasn't as comfortable talking about the Celine Dion concert in Salt Lake.
Fuuuck, so much road to cover yet. Ain't even out of Nevada. Ah...but look at that. Trip gauge says I've come 786 miles so far. Making progress. Guess I best just push on through.
Quote from: Nigel on March 13, 2012, 01:32:16 AM
They have a nice bookstore there though. It's small, but really pleasant. I also had the best salad rolls I've ever tasted in my life at a Thai place in Denver.
Do you remember its name by chance? either or.
Summer's here soon and I coast down 70 to denvar once a week. At least.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 13, 2012, 02:40:23 AM
...and as to culture--in this neck of the woods, we ain't too keen on that shit. You musta been thinkin a' them hippies up at that neuro-europa up there in the People's Republic of Boulder!
weed shop weed shop weed shop head shop bar bar head shop weed shop head shop head shop bar bar bar
Quote from: Da6s on March 18, 2012, 08:12:52 AM
Quote from: Nigel on March 13, 2012, 01:32:16 AM
They have a nice bookstore there though. It's small, but really pleasant. I also had the best salad rolls I've ever tasted in my life at a Thai place in Denver.
Do you remember its name by chance? either or.
Summer's here soon and I coast down 70 to denvar once a week. At least.
Not even any kind of idea with the Thai place... it was too long ago. The bookstore was called "The Tattered Cover".
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 18, 2012, 12:18:57 AM
Taco Time, Elko, NV.
This is uncanny. I swear I know every single one of these kids working here. Can't remember from where, but had to been 15-20 years ago. Weird. All this time, they haven't aged a day. Never knew the big dude was gay though. Remember him being just that effeminate, but guess back in '94 he wasn't as comfortable talking about the Celine Dion concert in Salt Lake.
Fuuuck, so much road to cover yet. Ain't even out of Nevada. Ah...but look at that. Trip gauge says I've come 786 miles so far. Making progress. Guess I best just push on through.
Road tripping is what it's all about. You just don't get the impossible absurdity until you spend a few weeks on the road. God Bless America.
Quote from: Nigel on March 18, 2012, 04:31:07 PM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 18, 2012, 12:18:57 AM
Taco Time, Elko, NV.
This is uncanny. I swear I know every single one of these kids working here. Can't remember from where, but had to been 15-20 years ago. Weird. All this time, they haven't aged a day. Never knew the big dude was gay though. Remember him being just that effeminate, but guess back in '94 he wasn't as comfortable talking about the Celine Dion concert in Salt Lake.
Fuuuck, so much road to cover yet. Ain't even out of Nevada. Ah...but look at that. Trip gauge says I've come 786 miles so far. Making progress. Guess I best just push on through.
Road tripping is what it's all about. You just don't get the impossible absurdity until you spend a few weeks on the road. God Bless America.
Trip gauge just turned. YAY.
Yeah, it's been bizarre from Utah on. Those Salt-Fogs started blowing dust out through my heat vents. Completely coated the inside of my car then me. Kept going all the way through Utah but literally stopped dead the second I crossed the Nevada line. Was a little worried I was having a "Moment," either that or Moroni was pissed at me for disparaging his promised land or whatever. Then it dawned on me that Wendover started, casino-hotels and all, like 3 steps over the border. Probably blocked the wind and held down the dust. That was over 100 miles of puzzled quasi-paranoia, though.
Suspect today will be a bit less :eek:. Got a full night's sleep last night (was running on about 4 for 48 until then)...also it's just Reno--where I will NOT be stopping to play a few hands--then Cali...not normal but more in line with my idea of it. The high-desert and I have always shared a very "created by Rod Serling" relationship.
I'm looking at the horizon and the horizon is the Pacific and there's that real. Knew it would come eventually. Never fucking prepared for it.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 19, 2012, 02:29:00 AM
I'm looking at the horizon and the horizon is the Pacific and there's that real. Knew it would come eventually. Never fucking prepared for it.
I do not know what you're seeing, but it isn't the ocean. GOOD LUCK.
Unless you're actually at the coast? Um. In which case, you may have overshot? You don't want to be there.
Quote from: Nigel on March 19, 2012, 03:45:30 AM
Unless you're actually at the coast? Um. In which case, you may have overshot? You don't want to be there.
I zigged at a zag point. San Fran was a bucket list item...actually my ONLY bucket list item. I'm about to snooze for the legal limit of 4 hours with the Golden Gate Bridge out my windshield. I think I feel things. Actually, I'm quite sure of it.
Well, you'll be here in plenty of time to enjoy Spring.
Quote from: Nigel on March 19, 2012, 03:21:21 PM
Well, you'll be here in plenty of time to enjoy Spring.
Overslept. Got in a full 8. CHP must be really accomodating. Noone knocked on my window and told me to "Move along now, buddy." Neither Eric Estrada, nor the white guy.
ROGUE. That's the beer I was thinking of. I knew there was a Oregon beer that I dug immensely, just couldn't remember the name. Saw it in a bar here in North Beach. That from Portland? Can't wait to taste their beers fresh.
EDIT: looked them up. Started in Ashland. Now all of a sudden "Shakespeare Stout" makes a whole new kind of sense.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 19, 2012, 03:58:07 PM
Quote from: Nigel on March 19, 2012, 03:21:21 PM
Well, you'll be here in plenty of time to enjoy Spring.
Overslept. Got in a full 8. CHP must be really accomodating. Noone knocked on my window and told me to "Move along now, buddy." Neither Eric Estrada, nor the white guy.
There was no White guy. The White guy is a trick your mind played on you, because it couldn't handle Eric Estrada's power.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 19, 2012, 08:35:42 PM
ROGUE. That's the beer I was thinking of. I knew there was a Oregon beer that I dug immensely, just couldn't remember the name. Saw it in a bar here in North Beach. That from Portland? Can't wait to taste their beers fresh.
EDIT: looked them up. Started in Ashland. Now all of a sudden "Shakespeare Stout" makes a whole new kind of sense.
I loves me some Dead Guy. I always stop at the Rogue on the way to the beach. Haven't been there in two years, since I was last out that way with ML and we couldn't stop making fun of a store called "The Frugal Crow".
Ah, ML.
2 days on the PCH. Awesome. 5 minutes in Corvallis...
Yeah.
My daughter's here. This is home. We'll figure it out.
WALK don't run good luck
Quote from: hirley0 on March 22, 2012, 12:19:54 AM
WALK don't run good luck
Thank ya. Be making it up there in the next couple of days. Think the crummy attitude yesterday was just from the abrupt come down off leaving the road. The 101 was 3 of the richest days of my life. Philometh, Oregon, was a slap from a 2x4.
Philomath. :lol:
Oh, you're in the thick of it. The only place that's more Oregon than Philomath is Medford.
Gonna hit Portland, tomorrow. Already thinking the distance is gonna be a bit much. In Eugene tonight. I am fucking loving Eugene, tonight. So much like home the homesick is hurting.
...one very noticeable difference. Random conversations approaching triple digits at this point--It's so refreshing to be somewhere irony has not yet sucked the soul out of...
All shit-tons of decision to do, now.
Yeah, that's like a 2-hour drive. Could get a bit old to do it twice a week, though I know a couple who managed for years simply by meeting halfway to trade off the kid... that wasn't so bad.
Eugene might be a good compromise for you. It's really small and the college-ness of it gets old after a while, but it has enough going on that it's culturally pretty livable.
Stay out of Springfield though. Eeek!
Welcome to Oregon, dude! Drop a PM if you're gonna be in PDX and wanna grab a beer anytime in the next month or so.
Headed into PDX tonight. Flying blind. Where's good? Where's bad? Prolly be "camping" where's that a no-fucking-way?
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 31, 2012, 04:07:33 AM
Headed into PDX tonight. Flying blind. Where's good? Where's bad? Prolly be "camping" where's that a no-fucking-way?
Camping is really hard in the city, but if you drive into inner NE and park in front of a house that's boarded up (not a ton of them, but enough that it's starting to remind me of my youth) you should be OK. I'm assuming you mean sleeping in the car.
If you can't line up a place to stay pronto, PM me and I'll find something for you. I'd tell you you can park in front my house but I have no driveway and the street parking is fucked. HOWEVER. There is a vacant house on NE Beech St. between 9th and 10th, and there is always ample parking on that block, where it is highly unlikely that anyone would harass you.
Quote from: Nigel on March 31, 2012, 05:53:00 AM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 31, 2012, 04:07:33 AM
Headed into PDX tonight. Flying blind. Where's good? Where's bad? Prolly be "camping" where's that a no-fucking-way?
Camping is really hard in the city, but if you drive into inner NE and park in front of a house that's boarded up (not a ton of them, but enough that it's starting to remind me of my youth) you should be OK. I'm assuming you mean sleeping in the car.
If you can't line up a place to stay pronto, PM me and I'll find something for you. I'd tell you you can park in front my house but I have no driveway and the street parking is fucked. HOWEVER. There is a vacant house on NE Beech St. between 9th and 10th, and there is always ample parking on that block, where it is highly unlikely that anyone would harass you.
Killer. Thanks for the dig. Got a line on income up in Vancouver today which is all manner of fuck yeah. Just got into the city. I think this will do quite nicely (a bit giddy actually).
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 31, 2012, 06:48:51 AM
Quote from: Nigel on March 31, 2012, 05:53:00 AM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 31, 2012, 04:07:33 AM
Headed into PDX tonight. Flying blind. Where's good? Where's bad? Prolly be "camping" where's that a no-fucking-way?
Camping is really hard in the city, but if you drive into inner NE and park in front of a house that's boarded up (not a ton of them, but enough that it's starting to remind me of my youth) you should be OK. I'm assuming you mean sleeping in the car.
If you can't line up a place to stay pronto, PM me and I'll find something for you. I'd tell you you can park in front my house but I have no driveway and the street parking is fucked. HOWEVER. There is a vacant house on NE Beech St. between 9th and 10th, and there is always ample parking on that block, where it is highly unlikely that anyone would harass you.
Killer. Thanks for the dig. Got a line on income up in Vancouver today which is all manner of fuck yeah. Just got into the city. I think this will do quite nicely (a bit giddy actually).
Yay!
Downtown was...well downtown. Pick it up put it anywhere, and you'll be like,"yep, that's downtown."
Came Northeast. 20 minutes at some punk bar and nifty looking young lady telling me to curl up next to her cleavage where it's warm. Told her about my trip through SF. Mentioned that I spent most of my time in Castro and let her draw her own conclusions. Then, of course the talk went from her smoking cleavage to her boyfriend. Oh, ambiguous sexuality, will your power ever cease to amaze me.
Hooked up with a friend. Found a couch for the getting settled. I love it when a plan comes together.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 31, 2012, 08:35:27 AM
Downtown was...well downtown. Pick it up put it anywhere, and you'll be like,"yep, that's downtown."
Came Northeast. 20 minutes at some punk bar and nifty looking young lady telling me to curl up next to her cleavage where it's warm. Told her about my trip through SF. Mentioned that I spent most of my time in Castro and let her draw her own conclusions. Then, of course the talk went from her smoking cleavage to her boyfriend. Oh, ambiguous sexuality, will your power ever cease to amaze me.
Hooked up with a friend. Found a couch for the getting settled. I love it when a plan comes together.
Downtown used to have its own flavor, but when Prosperity came to Portland it brought all the same buildings and establishments that exist everywhere else, so now you have to look a bit harder to find the Portland.
That's one of the reasons the river is an impassable divide. Eastsiders don't like to cross it, and you'll be fucked completely before you'll get us to go over those hills unless we're on our way to the coast. We're more likely to visit friends who move to Seattle than to Beaverton, and that's not an exaggeration.
Punk bar? In NE? Was it the Alleyway? Or perhaps the Know or Ducketts?
Quote from: Nigel on March 31, 2012, 03:12:36 PM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 31, 2012, 08:35:27 AM
Downtown was...well downtown. Pick it up put it anywhere, and you'll be like,"yep, that's downtown."
Came Northeast. 20 minutes at some punk bar and nifty looking young lady telling me to curl up next to her cleavage where it's warm. Told her about my trip through SF. Mentioned that I spent most of my time in Castro and let her draw her own conclusions. Then, of course the talk went from her smoking cleavage to her boyfriend. Oh, ambiguous sexuality, will your power ever cease to amaze me.
Hooked up with a friend. Found a couch for the getting settled. I love it when a plan comes together.
Downtown used to have its own flavor, but when Prosperity came to Portland it brought all the same buildings and establishments that exist everywhere else, so now you have to look a bit harder to find the Portland.
That's one of the reasons the river is an impassable divide. Eastsiders don't like to cross it, and you'll be fucked completely before you'll get us to go over those hills unless we're on our way to the coast. We're more likely to visit friends who move to Seattle than to Beaverton, and that's not an exaggeration.
Punk bar? In NE? Was it the Alleyway? Or perhkidsaps the Know or Ducketts?
B-Sides..intentional dive. Kinda hoppin. Right next to Sizzle Pies with yummy-yum pizza. Couple of kids told me it was "technically NE". More than one group was meeting there because it was a middle point between their sides of the city.
Found Beech and 8th after some adventures*. Good sam gave me a heads-up in the form of flashing their lights and putting on their hazards. Sure enough, as soon as I turned on the car and decided to move just in case, a couple of squad cars rolled through. Came down to a rest-stop south of town...they give you 12 hours and no worries, which is golden.
Headed back in now to hook up with my buddy and do some day-walking. I kinda heart your city. Don't know if I mentioned that. Any suggestions for a swell coffee-shop with good hook-ups?
*hayseed in the city moment. First of many, I'm sure. "Excuse me, sir, can I get a ride from you?"
"Uhhh, sure hop in where you headed?"
"Just right there couple doors down."
"Umm, okay. Here you are, have a good night."
"Hey you've got a pretty smile. You like to party?"
"Nah, I'm good. And hey your friend there in the car trailing us looks like he wants to talk to you."
"Oh I don't know that dude. He must live at 104. Hey what size shoe you wear? I've got some brand new Lebron James'"
"Yeah no. I'm cool. Have a good night."
Oh, the B-side. it's technically SE actually... if it was across the street it would be NE. :lulz:
If you're looking for good rest stop-type places to camp in you're way better off heading a little east on I-84 rather than north or south on I-5. Once you get a little east of Troutdale there are tons of parks, rest stops, scenic viewpoints, etc. where you can pull over and sleep for the night without too much worry of being hassled by the man. Also it's REALLY REALLY pretty out there. People go camp there even when they don't have to. And it's only about 20 minutes east of downtown unless traffic is totally fucked.
Oh, and I didn't get your PM until this morning and I'm all tied up today watching the Final 4 games but we definitely need to grab a beer together sometime soon.
How the fuck am I in Ladd's addition. I was supposed to be going North. Goddammit, I know I was going north. Do I really even want to go back up to B-Side? Maybe I ought to do the irresponsible thing and head to Seattle. Goddammit I was going NORTH, I know I was. I'm throwing the rest of this in Nigel's "Tell me about your life thread," just as soon as I get to wi-fi. Starting to...there are bad days. Growing pains I keep telling myself, but fuck I need to vent. Maybe I ought to head back to Corvallis and show my daughter how to settle. Maybe I should tuck my tail, run back to Foco and hide. Fuck it...B-side...got to be to work on Monday.
Feeling like I'm hitting my stride here now.
Last night I just went exploring. I'm trying to stay more and more off the GPS so I can learn to find my way around here. I found my way to a familiar 7-11 last night and had a gratifying little chuckle when I realized that my first night in town while I was trying to find the part of Beech St that Nigel suggested, I ended up on Beech right by 82nd and Sandy. I had no idea what "inner" meant back then. Any guesses where I accidentally picked up the hooker? Encouraging as hell that between 3 weeks ago and today, I've already sloughed enough ignorance to be able to laugh at how dumb I was "way back then".
I'm still "camping" but other than losing my park and ride sites (2 cars, 4 transit cops--the response to someone sleeping in their car) the going is pretty easy. I've got the cash and income now that I could grab a weekly, but between the flavorful selection SE 82nd and Flavel has to offer (I'm told that area has a colorful nickname) and my bed-bug/flea/tweeker/and usually hooker-free passenger seat, I think I'll wait a couple of weeks and be a bit more choosy. Plus, "I live in a Subaru" is a pretty effective response to sp'angers.
Next week I get to head down to Corvallis for my daughter's birthday. So glad I'm not going to spend that 1200 miles away. I'm more worried about the boy than I thought I would be. This can't be easy on him. It sure as fuck isn't on me. Before I left he told me "I don't want to see you go, but everybody understands why it has to be this way." As much as it heartens me to see how mature the boy is at 15, it also kinda ouch.
The long and the short of why I'm here, he's in a situation I trust implicitly, surrounded by extended family he's super-tight with, and cared for by a mom that is strong, smart and ferocious in defense of the best interest of her children...she (my daughter) is in a situation 1200 miles from anyone but a few of her mom's old friends, cared for by a mom who, for all her devotion and practicality, is all-too-often a walking bag of daddy-issues that my daughter, all-too-often, has to bear the weight of...currently with the new baby and the step-dad who's only every two beers away from...the reason why I won't be more than a phone call and a short drive away. Son's mom told me shortly before I left, "every woman I've ever known from a background like mine, has eventually been faced with a decision between their kids and the man...every one of us (including her for a few years) has made the choice without even understanding the options. You need to be in Oregon."
So here I am--and as much as I try to keep this some light, thrilling experience, the truth of why I'm here weighs pretty heavy on me every time I spell it out like that.
Next entry--Light, thrilling experience...Truth is, I actually do LOVE this gorgeous, grimy, friendly-to-a-fault, wickedly intolerant city...and I'm just getting to know her.
Dude, yeah, you don't want a place on Felony Flats!
What's your monthly budget, and do you want to rent a room or an apartment? I forget.
Quote from: Nigel on April 21, 2012, 10:14:38 PM
Dude, yeah, you don't want a place on Felony Flats!
What's your monthly budget, and do you want to rent a room or an apartment? I forget.
Right now I'd be capped at about 500 which puts an apartment a bit out of reach, from what I've seen. Got a couple of interviews next week, though, so that may well change very soon. I keep an eye and an ear open but I'm only two weeks from having the cash on-hand to have a lot more options. No sense of urgency, really. All things considered, I'm living easily as posh as anything you'd see in "Better Subarus and Gardens" magazine. I've gotten to know the "neighbors" at my squats, the friendly businesses, what a hooker flagging down my car looks like, and quite a bit more in a very short period of time--which helps a ton. That hyper-aware, paranoid and overwhelmed shit was so last week.
Only real pressing issue I had was that for a bit the isolation was truly fucking with my head. When I found myself riding the max and unable to stop laughing out loud at my own thoughts, I decided I drastically needed to meet people from outside the Wal-Mart parking lot or work (where I have to be a bit coy about my situation)...so I did. Portland, and Oregon in general has this community thing that makes it really easy to belong. That's not a quality I've seen in such abundance in most other places I've been to.
...if you know cool folks looking for roomies, though, I'd be all over it. Not looking forward to trying to figure out if I could live with someone after reading a Craig's List ad and spending a 1/2 hour chatting with them, much less so since my daughter's a part of that picture.
Well, I ask because my current housemate is out of here June 1. That's a ways off, but if you were interested and it seemed like you were going to be a good mesh for the household, I do have a hide-a-bed in the rec room that you could crash on rent-free until then. It's me and three kids, but we are rather quiet people. I have been told I am easy to live with, surprisingly.
I'm looking for $550, utilities and internet included (which is about equivalent to $450 + 1/3 of utilities but I hate doing it that way) but if that's prohibitive I can come down. "Knowing" you from here and the fact that you are a parent doing what's best for your littlest makes you significantly less creepy than other internet strangers!
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on April 14, 2012, 07:03:16 AM
How the fuck am I in Ladd's addition. I was supposed to be going North. Goddammit, I know I was going north.
:lulz:
I've gotten turned around so many times in that neighborhood. That's some good city planning though—I think it was designed that way to prevent people from cutting through instead of taking main roads. It's super-effective.
Quote from: Net on April 23, 2012, 09:46:45 AM
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on April 14, 2012, 07:03:16 AM
How the fuck am I in Ladd's addition. I was supposed to be going North. Goddammit, I know I was going north.
:lulz:
I've gotten turned around so many times in that neighborhood. That's some good city planning though—I think it was designed that way to prevent people from cutting through instead of taking main roads. It's super-effective.
Laurelhurst is also designed to keep people out, to the extent that it used to be walled and gated. There's another, less-known section designed for the same purpose in Woodlawn. It's not as pretty, but it's tremendously effective in terms of "OH GOD, WHERE AM I AND HOW DO I GET OUT???" People get sucked into it thinking that Rosa Parks goes through.
Quote from: Nigel on April 22, 2012, 05:47:13 PM
Well, I ask because my current housemate is out of here June 1. That's a ways off, but if you were interested and it seemed like you were going to be a good mesh for the household, I do have a hide-a-bed in the rec room that you could crash on rent-free until then. It's me and three kids, but we are rather quiet people. I have been told I am easy to live with, surprisingly.
I'm looking for $550, utilities and internet included (which is about equivalent to $450 + 1/3 of utilities but I hate doing it that way) but if that's prohibitive I can come down. "Knowing" you from here and the fact that you are a parent doing what's best for your littlest makes you significantly less creepy than other internet strangers!
Ummm...hmmm...Hell yeah. I'll PM you my phone number. I'll know on Tuesday for sure about the new job. If I get it, then 550 is totally doable.