photo booth friday

according to tradition, when i  find myself near the ace hotel on a friday i must go visit the photobooth. must. and so last friday, we did. we suffered near heartbreak when we discovered that the photo booth had an out of order sign hanging in it. we stood inside the photo booth lamenting this sad turn of events when, a nice woman walked up and said, "i'm here to fix the photo booth." photo booth friday was saved! we thanked her and got out of her way. then, kateri & i and another lucky couple of people got free photo strips because she needed to test the booth. i think its my favorite one we've ever done.

we thanked her profusely and told her she has the best job ever. what followed was a very interesting conversation about photo booths and the keepers of the magic photo booth knowledge (mostly older men), the number of vintage photo booths in portland, the ridiculous sum of money the one at the ace earns per hour, the new photo booth at the spaceroom and her dream photo booth repair uniform. she was awesome; the photo booth fairy of portland. 

while talking with her, kateri and i decided a fun photo project would be to hang out in the lobby of the ace on a friday or saturday taking pictures of everyone who visits the photo booth. we may need to make this happen.

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these two

i'll tell ya. they were cracking me up. all. day. long.

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music monday

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wordless wednesday

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music monday

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fat tuesday blues

i took this picture on Fat Tuesday, 2007. It was early but we'd been on St. Charles for hours, waiting for our Zulu coconuts. i took this picture at the beginning of one of the best days of my life and although i carried my camera with me all day, i shot very few pictures. i was taking it all in and just enjoying the day. pictures couldn't have captured 1/10 of the magic of that day.

since then, i've spent fat tuesday pouting. i spend the day questioning our decision to move to portland instead of new orleans. i put "do you know what it means to miss new orleans?" on repeat and weep.

not today. today, i'm listening to WWOZ and eating king cake a friend sent. that same friend just texted me a picture of a parade taken from a balcony. i'm sure its not the last i'll get from her today. but its  ok. its not making me sad. at all. this evening, shawn's playing in a second line. we will eat some crawfish, drink and dance. i'll miss my friends and all that magic but i know i'm where i'm supposed to be today.

but next year in new orleans, right? 

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the sads

last night, we found out a friend in chicago died. he'd been sick for what seems like both a really long time and no time at all. he was young. he was an awesome dad and really one of the sweetest guys i've ever known. so good. and he's gone. 

so, today i'm sad. i don't feel like writing, making things or doing much of anything. unless its call and write everyone i know and tell them i love them because i sort of really want to do that.

like you. i love you.

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a beautiful day

its been a crazy couple of weeks. busier than i would've imagined for february but here we are. days off when you work for yourself are few and far between but i took one today. i woke up to sunshine and went for a long run. i had my massage therapist beat the crap out of me. i had another quick appointment and when i was leaving that i saw the sweetest, most tender, public display of affection i've ever seen. 

i came home for a quick breather and food, snuggled monkey a bit and then went on a walk around my neighborhood with jenna, hunting urban wildlife. she and i have been trying to do this forever. we couldn't have picked a more perfect day. 60-ish and so very sunny. signs of spring everywhere we looked. not to mention the lovely company. jenna's great and watching her do thing is awesome. she gets all up in those plastic animals' business. it was really fun to watch.

we met kateri at the house and all went to see ruby play basketball. you haven't lived until you've watched first and second graders play basketball. no, really. we all smiled and laughed the entire game. ruby made a (coach assisted) basket and looked so happy. so happy. 

we finished the night with cocktails and stories. perfection.

when i returned home, i looked at my work tray and the necklace in progress and decided to leave it until tomorrow. it was a fantastic day off. 

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on the run

my usual running route takes me past a house where a handsome, old yellow lab lives. he hangs out on the porch while someone in the house plays piano. when i first started running, i'd turn the corner that he lives at and greet him, sitting on the porch, watching the world. "hi, dog," i'd say as i ran by. his eyes followed me but he barely even raised his head. then one day he did. "hi, dog." soon after, he stood up. "hi, dog." a week later he stood up and wagged his tail. now, about 3 houses before i turn in front of his house, just as i start to hear the piano coming from inside the house, i see him amble toward the fence. once i reach his yard, he runs along side me. "bye, dog." 

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music monday

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tight (not)

its been a long time since i've had a good wardrobe malfunction. i'd like to think that i'm little older and more together but i'm sure it has more to do with the fact that i wear pajama pants half the time. not getting dressed for work everyday reduces the odds. it also means i'm out of practice. things that would've been on my mental checklist when leaving may not be so obvious anymore. my sartorial spider sense may be tingling but i ignore it. as i said, out of practice. like last week when i said to shawn as i was leaving to run errands, "i think these tights are done." 

yes, shana, those tights were done. they were done being tight. they were done being tights. they just wanted to fall to the floor and find their way to hoisery heaven. which is exactly what they decided to do. at the library. 

the elastic at the waist was going. i was having to pull them up more than usual as i set out on my errands but whatever, i'd get my errands done quick, go home, take them off and hopefully toss them. i say hopefully because i have been know to put seemingly unwearable tights in the laundry and then absent-mindedly put them on in a pinch. i wish i could say this hasn't happened more than once. i wish. 

i knew what was happening to these tights was different when i got out of the car to go into the library. i was wearing a short skirt and it was a bit breezy. i adjusted myself, thought i'd fixed it, and went on my way. i walked into the library and the person sitting behind the front counter gave me the once over. 

in addition to wardrobe malfuctions, i am also used to judgy stares from library staff. if i prayed to saints, my patron saint would be "our lady of perpetual library fines." you know, if i wasn't jewish. 

anyway, that's why it didn't register completely that i should be praying to our lady of droopy tight until i was walking across the crowded lobby to the hold shelf and glanced down at my skirt and legs. the crotch was below the hem of my skirt. below the hem. oh my god. i tried to appear nonplussed as i approached the hold shelf. i got into the stacks and wiggled and writhed back into my tights. i took a deep breath, grabbed my books and went directly to the self checkout. the backside of the self checkout station. the side facing the wall. i figured if it happened again, well, i'd rather flash the wall than the entire room. and i did. oh yes i did. then, i flashed everyone driving down SE 39th as i RAN to the car.

once in the car, i readjusted and thought the situation was under control. so great was my confidence that i stopped at the weekly flea market at the eagles' lodge. the situation? so not under control. but i did buy some nice baubles for $3. 

the worst part? climbing the steps to our front door while buses and bikes and dogwalkers and kids walked by. mortified. at least i was wearing cute undies.

i have hopefully learned my lesson. hopefully.

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