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Curious Sunrise

Zigzag to Timberline Lodge

Blue lines are the trails I know and the green lines are an approximation as Mark has that part. Click the pic to see the full size.

Greatest Music Venue Ever

Bluegrass, jazz, chamber orchestra, folk music and a rockin' ruan solo?

Ask Me Again

Ask me again
Why I do not sleep.
Why I run in the middle of the night.
I run from my own fears.
I do stupid shit so that when the world
gives me what I deserve
I can no longer blame myself.
Ask me again
Why I enjoy the darkness.
Why I only feel I understand
my own insanity then, even
when the voices in my head tell
me I am the luckiest man alive.
Ask me again
Why twilight is my understanding.
Why my soul burns and my eyes see in prisms.
The words of a madman are written on my lips
and his ears are set on our nothingness.
Ask me again

Bus 91 >= Bus 20?

Over the weekend I went back down to Eugene to meet up with some friends and also do an overnight hike. To get out to the trail head I took LTD's bus 91 which goes all the way out to the McKenzie River Ranger Station. As always in the Eugene area, people are insanely friendly, but boy-oh-boy are they characters. It's a bus full of them instead of one or two.

Bus 20, guest encounter

A friend of mine told me a quick one about her encounter on the 20: the bubble lady. A lady was on the bus blowing bubbles. The bus driver asked her about it and she said, "bubbles make me happy." With a shrug of his shoulders, the driver replied, "bubbles make me happy too." The lady then continued to blow bubbles while on the bus.

Bus 20 @ 12:30am

Heading home late on a Wednesday night. Caught the second to last bus back into downtown. I was in the best of moods, the moon was close to full, the night sky was clear and a warm day had just ended. I was concerned though. I knew that after getting off the 20 there was still a pretty long walk for me to get home.

Bus 20 Introduction

Bus #20 is the bus that goes east and west on Burnside. If you live in Portland you may know what that means. Burnside is one of the main arteries of Portland. It connects Beaverton to, God knows where, Gresham. Along the way it picks up downtown workers who live in the quiet-but-not-suburb West Hills, hipsters heading to and from Nob Hill, PGE Park game goers, Powell's book buyers, Powell's street beggars, Old Town drunkards, Old Town tweakers, Burnside Bridge "nomads", scattered blue collar workers, the east side lower class and, well, me.

Notebook tidbits

I was flipping through my notebook to put some stuff into Subversion -- hey, it can be used to store writer's data too -- and found some quips I wrote at some point in time. I know I wrote them down to collect later to form more coherent thoughts but found them interesting enough (well in the state I am right now at least) to share until I can take them further.

Coincidentally...

This morning I searched to see if "fare thee well" was correct or if it is supposed to be "fair thee well". My googling lead me to these poems; while I was reading the first poem, Radiohead's song, House of Cards, started playing on the radio. It was a moment of life's little messages merging together to tell me the truth of the situation.

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