Happy Frickin' Halloween!

Low Brow Lounge, 1036 NW Hoyt St, Portland, OR

Sometimes you gotta have a few beers on a cold night, in a dark corner, and be an arty douche.

In the Vicinity of the Burnside Skatepark

Huh?

Really? Did some punks from Niger really come ALL THE WAY to the crappy location of Greeley and Going St to scribble tag a utility box? The location is nothing to covet, really. It's all traffic and weeds. The nearest 7-11 is half a mile away.
This is a mashup of my to least favorite things.. .well, three really. Scribble tags, racism, and typos.
It just backs up the truism that all racists are pinheaded dipshits.
And really, has this ham-fisted dildo heard of Kilroy ? And Turk 182? Those were old timey contemporary whitey tags.
And Native Americans and Egyptians, the most widely known scribblers, weren't from Niger.
So what gives?

1417 N.W. Everett St

The Old Meier and Frank building downtown that I would give both testicles to explore.

Breaking It Up

Breaking it up – alternative live video. Filmed by: Christian Haag from Lykke Li on Vimeo.

We give Sweden Britney Spears. Sweden gives us Lykke Li. I think they're getting the shitty end of the stick. I adore this song!

Let's Go Fly a Kite, Up to the Highest Heights

A little bit of goodness located in the shiny honkey enclave that is NW Portland.



And a chicken named Oliver for Q.

Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

I asked her, “Could we kiss for a little bit?” “Excuse me?” she said, although, on the other hand, she didn’t pull her head back. “It’s just that I like you, and I think I can tell that you like me.” She said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Disappointment #4. I asked why not. She said, “Because I’m forty-eight and you’re twelve. “So?” “And I’m married.” “So?” “And I don’t even know you.” [...]

-Jonathan Safran Foer
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

I found this excerpt here
This is the fellow who also wrote Everything is Illuminated. Looks like I'm going to Powells to get a new book.

Grasshoppers eat time?!

I love mad scientists!
Here is some more info on the Corpus Clock

Murdered Bike, NW 10th and Couch

Damn, they took EVERYTHING! I have a fear of coming out to my bike after a meal or show or a few drinks and finding it like this. Then my life would turn into Death Wish. I would be Charles Bronson and I would hunt some sunz a bleeyatches down and slaughter them.

I WON'T Forgive the Misspelling

Tony's on Burnside... my favorite bar in Portland. This is unforgivable, I don't know what I'm going to do about this.

I Will Fogive the Misspelling

Eastbank Esplenade at the Steel Bridge

Someone had a stencil party! Why wasn't I invited?