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March 29, 2015

The chronic malcontent runs in circles

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I ran the paths in Mt Tabor Park yesterday. Well, let's be honest: I trotted. First, I trotted around the big reservoir on 60th Avenue (...
March 26, 2015

Going to the hardware store for bread

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Events conspire to reinforce my belief that everything is going to hell in a stinky hand-basket. Planes. Mountains. Smithereens. Blown head ...
March 21, 2015

Tethered to the wreckage of the future

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I should be editing right now, but my head hurts. When I start thinking I should do a find-and-replace to swap out every other word with shu...
March 13, 2015

Compelled by the obsession... or is it, obsessed by the compulsion?

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I may have mentioned that I've been editing dissertations to earn money. Although I'm happy to be earning, I am fairly certain this ...
March 04, 2015

Wearing our blue collars on our sleeves

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While I wait for my hemorrhoidal printhead to dry from a deeper cleaning than recommended by the manufacturer (a sitz bath in warm water), I...
March 02, 2015

All hail the limited nuclear option

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I've had a problem with ants at the Love Shack since I moved here over ten years ago, but with these warmer winters, the little beggars ...
February 25, 2015

Shmushed

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I just finished editing and uploading some hapless doctoral student's wretched massive tome. Now I have a few minutes before The Walking...
February 19, 2015

If I wait long enough

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I realized last night as I tried to fall asleep after watching back-to-back episodes of The Walking Dead on the re-run channel, few things g...
February 10, 2015

Two ants shuffle into a bar

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The balmy temperature has invited relentless droves of ants to once again infiltrate my kitchen. My puny barricades of diatomaceous earth an...
February 04, 2015

Dangling by the leg over the abyss of old age

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Today the universe presented me with a chance to practice patience and gratitude. Because I spend so much time alone at home, I don't ge...
January 26, 2015

My mom took my groove thang

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The fog burned off to reveal an unusually balmy January day, perfect for touring potential retirement communities. (Not for me, for my mothe...
January 20, 2015

Marching on something, not sure what

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It's the dog days of winter around grimy Stumptown. Well, if our weekly average high temperature of 50° can be considered dog days. Perh...
January 13, 2015

Celebrate! You fail at life.

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Finally, there is an official Meetup in Portland for failures. It's called FailPDX, and last night was its kickoff meeting. I heard abou...
January 09, 2015

Lowering my standards

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I surely should have my brain examined. Something funny is going on in there. I fear it's termites. I think if a curious surgeon happene...
January 06, 2015

Living life takes courage

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As I sit at my computer with my feet encased in a rice-filled, microwaved (four minutes) sack of my own design, I peruse the temperature gad...
December 28, 2014

Always buy used and never fall in love

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Christmas came and went with barely a burp. Nondescript weather, the usual array of cookies and relatives...nothing memorable to mark the pa...
December 21, 2014

Merry ho ho ho from the Hellish Hand-basket

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It's the end of the year again, time to get maudlin over mistakes made and opportunities missed. All those wasted moments spent networki...