You are the light by which I travel to this and that.

By now, I am sure most of you read that article about Jens Lekman since about every blogger has linked it in one way or another, but I just have to quote this amazing sentence:

First, he is, yes, it's true, prone to the sort of twee self-regard that converted Wes Anderson, midcareer, from a promising filmmaker into an antique tea table.

Thank you, Stephen Metcalf.

Oh, how I really like the Pretenders' song, "Back on the Chain Gang"

A song of the west.

The title is true. I like it a lot. Especially the "huhs" that are totally a female 80s version of Lead Belly's. Awesome.

What I don't like, on the other hand, is the sudden influx of spam I am receiving at my radio email account. About 50 a day at a minimum. It's truly annoying. Especially since I had to go 257 emails today to find the one from JFranc sandwiched between the drugs and the watches.

Since I got back from Colorado (which I will one day get to posting about), I have done an abundance of nothing with an intermission of after-Christmas shopping and about ten movies interspersed throughout. I will now provide you with short reviews in the form of title, Netflix star score I have assigned, and then a couple of comments. By the way, if you have Netflix, we should become weirdo Netflix friends because it's fun to see other people's movie selections.

1. American Hardcore 3/5 solid, but too much Henry Rollins.
2. A Skin Too Few: The Days of Nick Drake 3/5 interestingly ethereal, but nothing superb.
3. Glory Road 3/5 (I would've given it a 2.5/3 if I could) unoriginal, but it wouldn't have been horrible if I hadn't seen basically the same movie three hundred times before.
4. Kill Your Idols 2/5 I wanted to like this. I didn't. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs don't need to take up so much of the film.
5. High Society 4/5 I love Bing Crosby. And Cole Porter tunes are always solid.
6. Enchanted 3/5 cute. more than that? Not really.
7. Neil Young: Heart of Gold 3/5 Not enough Harvest. But Jonathan Demme is an excellent filmmaker.
8. Tales of the Rat Fink 4/5 I knew nothing about Ed "Big Daddy" Roth. Now I do. Plus Brian Wilson was the voice of a car, and not an animated car! And the movie was scored by the excellent band The Sadies.
9. Let's Sing a Song of the West (not on Netflix). An old (1940s) short fewer than ten minutes long. Four fab old songs with words on the screen to sing a long with them being acted out. So great.
10. Charlie Wilson's War 4/5 Grand. This is the only one from the list you can see in theaters. Go do so!

Best of 2007: Concert Photos!

You can read Dave Rawkblog's post that inspired this one. It's worth reading both because, uh, I like my photos better. haha. Plus, we went to totally different concerts ( I think there is only one overlap). These aren't the best of the concerts, just the best of the concert photos. Click the photos for full-size pictures. In reverse chronological order:

Sea Wolf @ UCLA 11.29.2007
Sondre Lerche @ Troubadour 11.13.2007The Shout Out Louds @ The Fonda 11.06.2007 Josh Ritter @ The El Rey 10.25. 2007
umm, blues guys @ Motor Ave. near post office 10.18.2007Detour Festival @ LA City Hall basically 10.06.2007

Swerve Festival @ Barnsdall Park 09.20.2007Robbers on High Street @ Troubadour 08.07.2007
silhouette!

1990s @ Troubadour 08.07.2007
Charanga Cakewalk @ Getty Summer Sessions 07.28.2007

Os Mutantes @ The El Rey 07.13.2007

The Noisettes @ Troubadour 06.15.2007
The Maccabees @ Troubadour 06.15.2007
Phantom Planet @ The Roxy 05.29.2007The Sea & Cake @ Troubadour 05.19.2007
The Parson Redheads @ The Echoplex 04.26.2007
super blurry, but super fun
Sondre Lerche & the Faces Down @ The El Rey 03.21.2007
The Cold War Kids @ Troubadour 02.22.2007
These folks like to run around and jump a lot.

Baby, it's cold outside.

I am in Colorado; my lips are beyond chapped. But, I have sledded, snowmobiled, ice skated! Pictures and stuff to come.

1-Adam-12, 1-Adam-12, 459 suspect there now.

It is 11:08pm and I am at home! Fab. Too bad I still have to write two response papers that were due last week. oy!

In a case of real life imitating art, the 6oclock news informed me that someone stole a mother's car which had a bunch of Christmas presents for her kids in its trunk. And the LAPD saved the day. Of course, Adam-12 did it a little better. It was the day of Christmas Eve and they found it just in time. Plus, I am pretty sure there was a snake involved somehow. (Officer Pete Malloy was afraid of snakes). This is my second favorite television programme of all time. You should check it out, folks.

Today, after my lovely two hour nap (since I had to wake up at 7am for a final--oy!), I watched disc two of The Johnny Cash Show DVD. While the DVD itself isn't so well put together, there are some super solid performances. Roy Orbison did the classic "Cryin';" Neil Diamond did some song or another super excellently--I now know why my mom thinks he is attractive. Also, it was pretty awesome to see Eric Clapton, as part of Derek and the Dominoes, perform with Carl Perkins and seem so in awe, especially after a whole quarter of blues history and kinda hating Eric Clapton.

I think these are really awesome. Now whether or not they would actually look good on any man is another question. Still, awesome.

Ummm, so I can fit a picture in here and make this post prettier in a somewhat related way. The following picture is related to school. yay, it fits!

This is not my favorite TA. This is, however, my most handsome TA.

I am going to use this word in some future post and I just thought you might like to know what it meant beforehand.

Friar's lantern (FRY-uhrz LAN-tuhrn) noun

A phosphorescent light seen over marshy ground at night, caused by spontaneous combustion of gases emitted by decomposing organic matter. A synonym if foxfire (not Firefox), especially for luminescence by fungi.

[The first use of the term is in John Milton's 1632 poem L'Allegro: "She was pinched and pulled, she said/And he, by Friar's lantern led."]

Midnight Yell.

I am finally starting my response papers that were due last Monday and Wednesday for my blues class. And, the links to the songs won't play. Gah, this is when my mother would conveniently exclaim, "You should never save anything for the last minute; you never know what might come up." Thank you, mother. Boo, internet. But, Law & Order: CI just always takes precedent.

I also watched the Bob Dylan movie, I'm Not There, today. It was so bizarre. I didn't really understand it and I know quite a fair amount of Dylan's story. So, uh, hmmmm. It wasn't bad, but I also don't think it was worth nine dollars. Also, why is Heath Ledger playing a ton of jerks these days?

Anyways, since I am apparently not writing essays anyways, I am going to create a wishlist to further fuel my materialism. Chanukah doesn't end until Tuesday, folks! Not that I expect any of my, oh, three, maybe four, readers to get me any of this stuff and thus it will include some completely unrealistic stupidly-expensive items that I really wouldn't want anyone to buy anyways--I just would like them to magically appear in my possession without anyone having to pay anything.

A set of 6 of these, please. ;-)So cute. Turtle Hare! painting.

Okay, I am actually just going to go to sleep since I am not getting anything done. Jonathan Gold wrote non-food articles, woah! Especially woah that Jonathan Gold wrote an article entitled "N.W.A.: A Hard Act to Follow."

Also, apparently people actually engage in Midnight Yell. weird. and so prompt, too.

Brian Wilson is a resident of Bellagio

While this jacket is completely awesome in all its absurd glory,


why would anyone brag about the fact that it is made out of Tyvek, "same stuff they use to wrap houses." weirdo ebay seller! Nevertheless, this is totally the kind of thing I would buy and then never wear. Good that I would never wear it, since it is hideous; bad that I would still buy it. Thankfully, it is already out of my price range for things I buy but never wear (that's capped at 25 dollars).

I am listening to Neko Case so loudly that I didn't realize it was raining.

I am so excited about this rain! Going to make some tea in the morning and get the gas for my fireplace turned on (Although, I am still disappointed that is a gas fireplace and not a real one. sad). Speaking of gas, I spent two hours today preparing foods for a Chanukah dinner. Two hours! Making latkes which I don't even like just because one needs latkes at a Chanukah dinner. And then, thirty minutes before people are supposed to arrive, my stove top won't turn on! So I knock on the doors of the two people I know on my floor and they don't answer. So I end up cooking latkes in some random people's apartment (and to continue the running motif of recent entries, they were watching Law and Order while I was doing this, although it was SVU of which I am no fan) and it was super awkward. And because of this awkwardness, I rushed the cooking and they weren't so fab. Bah! At least the salad was delicious. haha.

As promised to some folk, what follows is an awesome documentary made for the BBC in 1972 called "Reyner Banham Loves LA" which I first watched in my Los Angeles in Film class freshman year. It is spectacular. Please note the Shaft-esque music. Also, I am in the process of reading Banham's Los Angeles: The Architecture of Four Ecologies and I highly recommend it.

"And you might wonder what I am doing in Los Angeles, which makes nonsense of history and breaks all the rules. Well, I love the place with a passion that goes beyond sense or reason."

um, it is 4am

And I am just finishing my paper. I think it's like noon for you UKians/ites/ers. Carazy. Surprisingly, I am not exhausted. Although I think I actually am and have just tricked my brain into thinking I am not. The true test will come tomorrow when I fall asleep in the shower. What an unfestive first night of Chanukah.

I could put in some really nice picture to accompany this lame post but the eyelids are closing.

Brought you to by Tammy Farkas.

Woo google searches by other people that give such Laura-esque results.

LAist again!

Woo!!!!! LAist picked one of my photos as their featured photo for "The Sunday Photoist." And, because it happened to be a photo from Automatic Stapler, I basically turned the description into an advertisement for the radio station. Yay!

Please allow me to be vain for a moment.

Thank you Chanukah!

edit: I had to return the boots. boo!

Curiosities of Note

This 'cycle' of America's Next Top Model's Saleisha is always referred to as 'oh, that commercial girl with an edgy haircut.' I really cannot comprehend how her haircut is so edgy, since it is just basically a bowl cut. Oh, and the fact that it looks exactly like the haircut of Tootie from the Facts of Life. ummmm, not edgy. Sorry. Please compare:

Secondly, what the hell is Saleisha? Especially the way they say it Silesia, like the oft-contested region in central Europe (the region from which my mother hails!).

On a side note, Donald Sutherland was at Freud Theater this afternoon to see the super creepy Teatr Zar's Gospels of Childhood.

Edit: I forgot to mention that Brandon Boyd and another Incubus member were eating at Mao's Kitchen last night whilst I was there. He is not a handsome person.

Another edit: I just realized how awesome this post is. Teatr Zar is from Silesia!!!! Oh man! So perfect.

I am pretty sure I don't like you.

I am writing an analytical memorandum (oy!) on Road System Performance in West LA (of Pico and Olympic Boulevards). I needed some information about a bus that I saw on Pico when I was doing some, shall we say, field research, so I called up 1-800-commute.

Me: Can you tell me what MTA bus lines run on Pico between the 405 onramp and Avenue of the Stars?
Her: The Santa Monica Seven.
Me: But I saw a MTA Local bus.
Her: NO YOU DIDN'T.
Me: Thank you. hang up

Um, okay, maybe my eyes deceived me, but yelling was really unnecessary, MTA woman.

On a Law & Order: Criminal Intent side note (per Alan's request. hope you're still reading!), I was watching an episode today without Goren or Eames (boo!) that was redeemed by the following interchange:

Captain Danny Ross (Eric Bogosian, who seems to always play Jewish characters but I don't think he is): Guess we know who didn't find the Afikomen! (about a boy who hated his father)
Logan & red-haired partner of the week: blank faces
CDR: It's like an Easter egg hunt for matzah.
Logan & red-haired partner of the week: blank faces, pause uh huh

Table sports.

JFranco actually showed up today--shocking. I really expected to hate him, especially after so many cancellations, but he was quite charming. I don't think he's such a liar anymore. Plus, he had pretty swell musical selections: Brian Jonestown Massacre, Jesus and Mary Chain, Jens Lekman, Magnetic Fields, John Lennon. I had to teach him how to use his iPod--pretty awesome. He admitted that he's made some pretty horrible movies. We're apparently going to play some ping pong. I like ping pong.

By the way, I am writing this blog entry, chatting on AIM, and watching Law & Order: Criminal Intent, instead of writing six pages. Oy! I am a bad student.

Woah, Dr. George O'Malley (whatever his real name may be) plays a computer game designer. Carazy. He has a weird reddish hair color. Which kind of goes with the horrible red hair of Goren's partner in this episode. Goren agrees with me, "Eames would have known!"

A few things that bother me.

This is not at the Auto Show; this is at the Seattle Art Museum.

1. My parents won't get me a car (nor can I afford to get one myself) but decided to make the Auto Show the post-Thanksgiving family activity. A little cruel, I would say.

2. If you are going to have something be entirely about Christmas, don't call it "holiday." It's not more politically correct or some nonsense because you call it 'holiday' when you don't include any other holidays in it. To be clear, I don't care if you only care about Christmas--just don't call it 'holiday' and get me excited about the prospects of just maybe there might be something about Chanukah!

3. My landlord is never in her office.

4. My blues professor looks like a mixture of David Dassa and my dentist. WEIRD.

Mazel Tov

Pretty fab/hilarious.

On a side note, this post at LAist is spectacular.

In this new dark age.

Don't you know we're all light? Yeah, I read that someplace.

Wasp Star (Apple Venus Volume 2)

Take Me Out of the Ballgame. Not You, Mike Logan.

If you were planning on seeing Reprise's production of Damn Yankees at UCLA's Freud Theater, don't. Boo, Jason Alexander; you are a bad director.

1. Fine, you want to update the play. Then why update it to the 1980s? Doesn't make much sense. The '80s is not a decade that makes people particularly nostalgic.

2. If you are going to change things, you gotta get the details right. It's the little inaccuracies that detach the audience from the play. Frank McCourt wasn't the owner in the 80's; even I know that.

3. You shouldn't describe a player as "6'2", 195 lbs" when he is only around 5'9" and 150 lbs.

4. Fire your costume designer. All the women looked like they gained ten pounds since their measurements were taken. Every item of clothing they wore was just a little too tight, making for awkward tugging and gaping of fabric. All I could focus on during the first half was how ugly they all were made to look.

However, Jackee (Jackay!) Harry is awesome. In case you don't know who she is (I didn't just by her name, either), she played Lisa Landry on the fab television programme "Sister Sister." And, coincidentally, plays a character named "Sister" in Damn Yankees.

On a side note, in reference to the very helpful comment on the previous point, I hate Det. Mike Logan's partners. Every single one of them. Also, Mike Logan a.k.a Chris Noth creeps me out because I cannot think of him as anything other than either Mr. Big or supercreepster of the pretty eh movie, Searching for Paradise.

A few small items of note.

1. Can someone please explain to me the cast of Law and Order: Criminal Intent. I have seen probably a hundred episodes of this fine show, and yet I always get confused when there are any other detectives than Goren and Eames. Please illuminate!

2. Only Erica might care about this, and she probably no longer reads this blog, but... Yesterday, whilst driving home from Santa Cruz on the 101, we chanced upon some weird public radio station just west of the Central Valley that was playing 'sounds of the Middle East.' My co-passengers really weren't digging it, but the song really caught my attention. After a couple minutes, I am positive it was some version of Tarbuka (or whatever is the real name of the song which accompanies that dance). Too bad the DJ was talking in thick accented Arabic and I really couldn't confirm.

3. James Franco might be guest DJing Automatic Stapler this Wednesday at 4. But since he was lame and canceled (I always want to put two Ls in that word) last time so last minute, I am not going to really advertise. You should tune in, though, because we are awesome whether or not Mr. Franco participates, and there are only a few more shows this quarter.

California Stars

So, in the span of less than 48 hours, I was in Davis, Oakland, Santa Cruz, and Santa Barbara, plus probably around 18 hours in a car. I am now sitting at my desk, but my legs still feel like they are moving and my torso is not capable of staying upright.

Now, I get to write an essay! I would rather be asleep.

The Letterwriting Continues

Dear Mike Post,

How dare you change the theme song for Law & Order: Criminal Intent!

You broke my heart,
Laura

I am always a bit sad when I remove perfect eyeliner.

P.S. Norwegian God of Song

I took this really swell picture in March at the El Rey.

Post Script: The beautiful and talented Sondre Lerche is coming back to Automatic Stapler tomorrow a.k.a today Wednesday November 14th at 3pm pacific daylight time. Note the early starting time. Listen! UCLAradio.com!

Be excited.

ummm, Paul Rudd said he'd love to be on my show. We shook hands (while Sondre was playing beautiful music). Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fake Snow

My blog has turned into a Royce celebrity sighting list, but whatever. Yesterday, Finola Hughes, also known as the host of Style Network's How Do I Look? (possibly the worst show I allow myself to watch, or allowed myself, as I don't get that channel at my apartment), showed up to see a performance by Pina Bausch Tanztheater Wuppertal of "Ten Chi"--a very odd dance. She was wearing all black, including boots that had a heel over five or six inches! It was pretty intense. There was also some other man who is a common small role guy in teenager television soap-sitcoms. He's fairly nasty looking. I thought he might have been on Seventh Heaven, but upon IMDBing, I see that is not the case.

The fun thing about "Ten Chi" is how much it makes me nostalgic for Slava's Snow Show, the coolest thing to happen at Royce in recent history. Ten Chi includes a woman wearing a long flow-y yellow dress frolicking in tons of white tissue paper confetti fake snow, just like Slava wore a yellow costume and danced around in white tissue paper confetti fake snow. Ten Chi also includes some weird sounding yet romantic music, like Slava did! But Slava is far superior to this one. Man, this one was almost three hours and totally not worthwhile.

oh! I figured out who that man is. He is also on 24! Eric Balfour: nasty looking, indeed.

Other things UCLA has taught me (midterms edition)

This is not my writing.

1. I do not like B.B. King's music.
2. Nabisco means National Biscuit Company.
3. Space and Place are entirely different things.
4. Using stopwatches for too long will make you scheme to build a peanut oil pipeline across the Sahara.
5. Quaker Oats has absolutely nothing to do with actual Quakers.
6. We are now living in an era of fluid modernity.
7. I don't care about any of the aforementioned things.

Dear UCLA,

Mahi Mahi is delicious! Thanks for letting me know.

Best,
Laura

ZQ

I somehow end up on a gazillion random email lists on one of my email accounts; sometimes I read through the stuff I get. Coincidentally, one of the emails today included an interview with Zachary Quinto, whom I wasn't sure if it was he or not at Royce the other night.

We've run into you several times seeing the same movie at the ArcLight—so we know you've got good taste in cinema. Any other favorite sources of entertainment?
ZQ: I'm a subscriber to UCLA Live, and they're doing a lot that's especially cool this year. I'm going to see the Pina Bausch dance company and Yo-Yo Ma. I'm also really looking forward to seeing Regina Spektor at the Wiltern.

Guess it was.

Lear's end.

An update on the celebz since I can't think what to write on a couple essays right now (I will probably be awake for a long time writing. boo).

Ian McKellen doesn't look that much different than this man.

Closing night of King Lear brought in the stars--some A-listers, even. The people who got there on time include some folks from Ugly Betty (although they came separately and I don't even know if they knew the other was there): Michael Urie and Ashley Jensen (thanks IMDB); the villain from Heroes, Zachary Quinto (thanks IMDB, once again); and Henry Winkler, who was really amazed that I could read his seat info from the ticket he was holding upside down.

Then come the people who make it just in time; I assume these people want to be late as to not engender much attention during the mad rush to get in before the doors close but not late enough to be held (smart). This category includes Orlando Bloom, who is actually, indeed, very handsome, more so than I previously believed, and Denzel Washington and his wife (who was wearing a lot of perfume). Denzel is pretty awesome. Man, this paragraph is full of parenthetical comments and weird punctuation, sorry 'bout that.

The third category is the famous "umm, let's be really late, shall we?!" and includes Lawrence Fishburne and Keanu Reeves, who came together. awww. They were totally fine about being held, though; kudos to them. Finally, Andy Garcia was there but I don't know when he arrived; I just spotted him at intermission with a horrible haircut. There were a few other people there as well whom I cannot specifically identify; one is a male bad actor from some sitcom or MTV something and the other is a older, late middle-aged woman who plays mothers in things. Also learned today that Ian McKellen is not circumcised. Lovely.

On a side note, "They call me crazy, but my name is Clifton Chenier"

Ian McKellan

Yesterday evening I ushered a performance of King Lear and the variety of celebrity turnout was quite grand. First, Neil Patrick Harris, in very fitted pin-striped trousers. Second, the ever-present Julia-Louis Dreyfus with her husband and a gaggle of kids (not all hers, though). She arrived late, so we had to hold her out of the performance for the first half hour. My boss was proud of me for not heeding celebrity. It wasn't that hard; she wasn't mean about it unlike every other obnoxious man who got there 45 minutes late and wanted to be seated in the front row! Boo stupid patrons--my favorite comment of the evening, "But I am a guest of the British consulate!" Who cares? During intermission came a few ones I had missed earlier--Julian Sands, who played the villainous Bierko on 24 but also a fantastic psycho theatrical man on an episode of Law & Order:Criminal Intent (a show that took up a lot of my procrastination time last year), John Lithgow, whom I once walked into while he was walking his dogs because I wasn't looking where I was going, Blythe Danner (my co-ushers had no idea who she is), and, finally, the tall curly-haired villain from Home Alone!

The show is endless--about three and a half hours! Plus intermission. Man, I am working it again tomorrow.

Hurry Up, Doomsday

Umm, I stole this from WFMU's Beware of the Blog, but it's pretty interesting.

$10,000 for killing a Whooping Crane.

$54,500 for releasing anydrous ammonia into the environment.

$55,000 for illegally travelling to Cuba.

$70,000 for mishandling and mislabeling hazardous chemicals.

$116,000 for improper disposal of flammable materials and other violations.

$133,000 for exposing employees to infectious diseases.

$1.2 million for broadcasting pixillated boobs (FCC).

So, listen to not FCC-regulated radio: UCLAradio.com! On a side note, today felt very post-apocalyptic.

Here's a picture from a year ago that also seems pretty armageddon-y.

Perhaps it will rain.

My legs are unequivocally achy. I don't know why. Tis quite unfortunate.

ummm, I got bitten by a rat.

No, I don't have rabies. BUT I GOT BITTEN BY A RAT!

edit: Danny Elfman was there. There was creepy music within feet. Fitting for a rat bite, it seems.

My photo was featured on LAist!!!!!!

See title. WOOOOOOO. http://laist.com/2007/10/11/extra_extra_.php Check it.

Etrog Vodka.

See title. It's happening. It's a two step, week-long process.

Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)

Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe, Seattle, WA

I watched The Darjeeling Limited Wednesday evening. At the end of it, my body ached. Adrien Brody showed up and was pure hipster. Wes Anderson showed up, as well, and was super Caucasian. Roman Coppola showed up and I didn't even really notice. Slate thinks, "Hands down, it's his most obnoxious movie yet."

"There's his pervasive preciousness, exemplified by the way he pins actors into the centers of fastidiously composed tableaux like so many dead butterflies. There's his slump-shouldered parade of heroes who seem capable of just two emotions: dolorous and more dolorous (not that there haven't been vibrant exceptions to this). And there's the way he frequently couples songs—particularly rock songs recorded by shaggy Europeans between 1964 and 1972—with slow-motion effects, as though he's sweeping a giant highlighter across the emotional content of a scene."

I would tend to agree. Despite this obnoxiousness, I kinda really liked it. Plus, the cinematography was spectacular.

Black pens should not be allowed to have blue ink.

Portlandia

So, I am still in Portland, but with the parents, and thus I have a ton of parents-are-sleeping-I-am-awake time to waste on the internet, which is unfortunate. But, whatever. A few things I have learned in this time:

1. Meerkats know how to use cameras.
2. LA life=eek!
3. Southern California water might be rationed as early as next year. also=eek!
4. Paris Hilton is suing Hallmark Cards for the use of "That's Hot," a phrase which she has trademarked. oy.
5. Calif. 'Perfect Drought' Could Span 100 Years
6. Përshëndetje is how you greet someone in Albanian. Thanks Flickr!
   

the northwest

So I am in Portland today until Monday. 'Took the train in. While I had never been on a train previously, I had built up pretty extensive and detailed images of what I wished it would be like from many cultural references, but specifically the oft-referenced-by-me 1956 gem of a film, Around the World in 80 Days. Unfortunately, the AmTrak Coast Starlight isn't as awesome. I wasn't playing whist with my neighbour; nor was I admiring the flocked wallpaper on the walls and the gold buttons on the porter's uniforms because none of that was there. And, the food in dining car was pretty lame. But, I still thoroughly enjoyed it, singing some Woody Guthrie songs in my head.

The hotel we're in here is pretty crazy. I prefer it to your average Hilton, but they are going a little overboard with the clashing patterns, trying so hard to prove their hipness. Free wireless, though, so yay. And, there's a cute little recycle bin! Oh, you 'ecochic' Portland. I have this idea to get on top of a lot of the ecoroofs here, but I don't think that's going to happen.

Ran into the Ice Cream Man this evening, as well--pretty exciting, but no ice cream was being given out yet and the folks didn't want to wait around. Hopefully, we'll be able to arrange a Automatic Stapler Ice Cream session (which was supposed to happen when the station basically collapsed).

Following are a few choice photos of the last several days in Seattle. For full size and additional photos, check out my flickr.
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