To The Battlestations Oi. Too much W-O-R-muthafuckin’-K. I’m dreaming of a calmer time when I can sip cold beverages in the Hammock and listen to Twins games. Although the hammock can be a dangerous place these days. My neighbor’s kid has an arsenal of high powered ‘Water Canons’ that would make Donald Rumsfeld blush. This …
Monthly Archives: April 2006
The Arrival of Baby Quinn My brother became a daddy this last Friday and I became an uncle. Baby Quinn arrived in all her glory Friday at 4:30pm. She came into the world weighing seven pounds and nine ounces. She was 19.25 inches long. The new Aunt and Uncle are very excited. The misses was …
Typo Detective When it comes to finding typos, the misses has extraordinary mutant powers. She doesn’t read. She proofreads. I admire her skill, mostly because I lack it. Lack it completely. I used to fear her reading this blog because of my penchant for typos. If it wasn’t for the invention of in-line spellcheck, I …
Portland At-A-Glance A Brilliant and spot on little diorama of life in Stumptown: “A dirty Carhartt jacket, a barking dachshund, a German station wagon, a little craftsman pad, the mean streets of Sandy, all with a sunset Portland backdrop.” (via Coudal). Last night the misses and I brought home a bag of frozen Salmon Burgers …
Sorry, I Can’t Come Out To Play Fear not gentle readers this blogging lull is only temporary. For good and ill the work hours have been long and crushing. It’s a big mountain. The summit is still far off above the cloud line and my Sherpas are in desperate need of some social tact and …
Getting Lost on The Street of Dreams Spent Saturday slogging through the rain in order to spy on other peoples homes. Luckily, this was sanctioned spying. It was sanctioned by the organizers of The Street of Eames, a home tour highlighting Northwest regional modern architecture and design. The misses and I are still getting our …
Everyday Style Stealing That damn Rachel Ray is totally biting my Spring Nederland Style. She’s got no love for the World Cup. She couldn’t tell the difference between a hot maple Stroopwafel and a dirty ash tray at the Pannekoeken Huis. I hear, she doesn’t even like the color orange (*gasp*). And yet, there she …
Where I Become the Self-Appointed President of The Minnesota Twins Fan Club – West Coast Division. Dust off the bobbleheads and oil up the glove, it’s time for Baseball. The Magnolia tree is in full bloom, the Japanese maple is glowing a young green, and I got a cupboard full of Speckled Malted Milk Robin …
Cheese Nerds vs. Fighter Jet Nerds Just wrapped up a visit from the in-laws. My father-in-law is a big time World War II buff so we went and visited the Evergreen Aviation Museum outside of McMinnville. The museum is home to that magnificent creation of Howard Hughes – the Spruce Goose. All I can really …