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Shifting Years Again

2008 wasn't a big year of activity for me. A lot of my stated objectives were scantily attended. My mistake was a repeat of a boring old mistake: I ate too much sugar and got too little exercise over the winter, so summer was spent digging myself out of a hole of poor health and energy deficiency.

However, I did these things:Collapse )

My goals for 2009 are humble, but it feels like enough.
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Yeah. That's enough.
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Appliance Repair in Portland, OR

Yeah, I'm not really blogging these days. But I want to share this information with anyone who needs it.

Our dryer broke recently. Since we have a Kenmore dryer I called Sears about the repair, but when I asked how much it would cost, they said they couldn't even roughly estimate the cost, unless we went with their flat fee of $200. Unhelpful! So we called Dennis at Affordable Appliance Repair, which we found on Craigslist. He did the job quickly, without incident, and charged us an extremely fair rate - $65 + the cost of the replacement part, a total of $107 even though he had to make an extra trip to buy the part. He was professional and friendly and kept in touch with us even though snow was making the roads impassable for much of the week. I highly recommend his service.
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as i wait (Jury Duty)


When the time comes ye move. Simple as that. Nay point hoping for the best. Ye could spend yer life doing that; hoping. If ye were gony sit about hoping then okay, go ahead, but that's all ye'll do, know what I mean, it's like waiting, ye're aye waiting. Waiting rooms. Ye go into this room where ye wait. Hoping's the same. One of these days the cunts'll build entire fucking buildings just for that. Official hoping rooms, where ye just go in and hope for whatever the fuck ye feel like hoping for. One on every corner. Course they had them already: boozers. Ye go in to hope and they sell ye a drink to help ye pass the time.

--James Kelman, How late it was, how late
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catch up, again

twittering more than writing, these days.

but here I am.
(at Opposable Thumb cafe, with coffee in my Maui Coffee Roasters mug from Rachel, and two thick voter manuals, and writing materials.)

Beautiful girl next to me at the cafe just introduced herself. We talked about the sweetness of the voices of old ladies, and the burden of sorting out the long ballot this year. I made silly chit chat with the barista. It feels good to be out in the world, making little, gentle contacts.

I cooked so many beans today, and am excited to cook some more: baba ghanoush probably, and another batch of crackers, and black bean soup.

I'm in an anchored spot. I mean, having one of those moments that shares all its important characteristics with a lot of other moments across my life, so when I'm in it, they pull together, like a gathering thread was pulled taught. It's made out of: the comfort and ease of a good cafe; the hum of human voices; a hot drink; my mind turning in to check my condition and suddenly seeing myself there, the same, from the vantage of a new place in time; and ink stains on my fingers. It's a good place, it makes the future exciting and full of potential, and the past seem like a rich ground to draw from.

That's all.