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It’s officially here: the Rainy Season. No more Fake Fall, Indigenous Peoples’ Summer, or Second Fake Fall. No, once we fully embrace the darkness by adding an extra hour of it to our day, it’s officially the Rainy Season in the PNW. Of course, we know it’s coming. There are signs. For me, the first sign I’m usually aware of is the change in my sensitivity to the temperature. Indoors. During…

Or…Slipsey Russell? Or should I find my own alter ego and not corrupt this genius? If you never got to experience America or TV in its big Game Show era…you really did miss out: Nipsey, Charles Nelson Riley, the Family Feud with its herpes spreading kissing introductions…”Uh, in the butt, Bob”? There will never be another like it – lumps and all. To be clear, though, I’m not nostalgic for the…

I hope youv’e seen enough pics like this – at least with this particular background: Because a true neighborhood gem closed its doors last Friday. For good. It’s a terrible thing. Nihilistic old Xtopher called it, though…over and over again. The demise of what I affectionately referred to as “My Local” – watering hole very much implied – was something I’d said out loud many times. When they…

Yeah, I shoulda seen this coming. When you’re watching an intolerably bad movie before bed and you get the munchies…because, of course! But not because of weed or anything fun like that. I’d had a glass of wine after my post-work 5.5 mile urban hike, gulping down a liter of water and stretching…and I’m pretty sure that’s what got the appetite going. Pretty sure. But, you see…I was in for the…

Welp, it’s 8:38 on Sunday morning. I’ve been up since 5. 4:30, really – I got up to pee and optimistically tried to sleep more before I had to get up at 6:30 to take the Silver Fox to the airport so he could anon to Tahiti. 8:38 on Sunday morning and I’ve been up since 5. I’ve read the news. Exercised. Showered. Completed said airport run. Filled Angela’s tank. …and called myself a dumb…

I’ve been busy. It’s frustrating on multiple levels. The work is sucking my mojo away lately, leaving me with a piss-poor reserve of energy for the rest of my life. Exercise and writing…<pffft!> So I’ve been trying to come up with short-form ideas for writing and exercise to recharge my mojo. Exercise was easy – the Peloton app has loads of 5 and 10 minute classes that I can wedge into my…

I’m one of Portland’s biggest <ahem> fans. Whether it’s straight up civic pride or city v city smack talk, I got Portland’s back. Because despite its lumps, and the wrong Vancouver adjacency, I think it’s still the best big town you can live in. Unless you’re a bigot or member of a certain book club where no one’s managed to either read the book or grasp its core concept…you’re probably gonna…