Perhaps the coolest pizza business:

Lonesome’s Pizza, a new pizza joint here in Portland, includes the work of  local artists/musicians right IN the PIZZA BOX.  Also, they deliver until 4 in the morning on the East side.  ALSO, they change the names of their pizzas every month.  This month’s theme for pizza names is “fights that would be too awesome to actually happen.”  A few of my favorites are “Hasselhoff vs. velcro headboard restraints,” “Burt Reynolds & the girl that stole my cd collection vs. a pride of badgers” and “Brigitte Nielsen vs. a fanny-pack full of pit vipers vs.
whatever it was that killed my grandpa.”

Here’s their website, if you want to check it out.

Home.

I was chatting with one of my Medford friends this morning.  She said something that really made me miss the valley:

“Ohhh Food 4 Less…  I got groped there this morning.”

A few haikus:

The weather was glorious today.  After work, Will and I walked around Laurelhurst park and wrote some haikus:

At Laurelhurst pond,

Sunny, warm, perfect except:

Man on his Bluetooth

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Camara ’round neck

Children merrily in tow

Japanese fam’ly

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Pink cherry blossoms,

Bearded white guys do Tai Chi

Late February.

A little something that annoys me:

When folks refer to coffee as “java” or “joe.”

Mumford and Sons? More like, “Yumford and Sons.”

dreamcatchers and cowboy boots

I live in Portland now.  There is no shortage of concerts here, but I usually spend my money on other things.  Luckily, my friend Joel Swensen and his friends The Parson Redheads put on a free show this Monday.

I had a great time there – listening to music, catching up with old friends, having a Medfordite reunion.

I’m an observer.  In social settings, I like to be the quiet one.  I’m content  just listening and watching other people.  At the concert, I was looking around at all the cowboy boots, quirky glasses, ironic Native American apparrel, and feathers in the hair.

Not trying to over-generalize, but a lot of women in my age group are trying too hard to be Zooey Deschanel.  So many of us just long to be that mysterious, quirky, thin girl that all the boys are taken with.  She’s the “it” girl now, and even if we don’t like her because of it, we still like the idea of her.

It made me a little sad to think that we’re trying so hard to be that crazy unforgettable girl.  So desperately trying to prove that we’re different.

home?

Two days ago 85% of my belongings made the long, arduous trip to Portland.  Tomorrow, Will and I will be heading up to decorate/set up our new space.  Our little apartment is so adorable – I will post pictures soon.  It has hardwood floors (which indicates the severity of the apartment’s cuteness.)  The kitchen is vintage and amazing.  The walls are rounded.  I’m incorporating an ugly (, free and vintage) yellow couch into our living room decor.  And I say “ugly” in the most affectionate, endearing way possible.

I am so so so excited!