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.
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I was just getting ready to write a new blog post when I saw that my friend, Abby, chastised me publicly for not updating often enough. I know, I am no good at this blog.
In response to Abby, Sam, and Donnie’s blogs: I think the big question is “What constitues a hipster?” I have 2 friends that consider me, Eric, Ashley, Bruk, Kala, Markie and Abby all hipsters.
- Boys wear the tight-ish pants with a vintage plaid button up and cardigan. Add a beard and a guitar for bonus indie-folk cred.
- Girls wear leggings, dresses, scarves, pendant necklaces, and bangs. Cowboy boots and touseled hair are powerful weapons in our arsenal.
- We all profess our love for art and music (especially if it’s Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver, Jenny Lewis, or Josh Groban.)
- Sarcasm abounds.
- Some of us like to revel in the exclusivity we exude when we refer to inside jokes in public settings.
- We’re very adamant that we aren’t hipsters, and write blogs about hipsterdom as if we’re examining some foreign subculture from a distance.
My fiance is moving to Portland in 3 weeks. The first 6 months he’s there he will be living rent-free on couches, floors, and guest beds. He’ll be staying in sleeping bags and garages – living out of suitcases and boxes. Such is the life of a gypsy.
It’s sure to be uncomfortable – the lack of stability and privacy and all that; sharing spaces with people he doesn’t know; accepting the hospitality and generosity of others (that would be the hardest part for me); being away from his family and fiance; learning a new job; finding a new church; making new friends.
We’ve always prayed that we would be adventurers. That God would stretch us an make us uncomfortable. That we wouldn’t get stagnant in our jobs or where we live. We want to be easily adaptable. I want to be able to find a sense of “home” wherever I am and whoever I’m living with.
I have the propensity to dislike change, but I think God is shaking that up.
Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air