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Iā€™M NOT MOTHER TERESA

EPISODE 1 Iā€™ve gotten into the habit of describing myself as socially retarded. A few scattered internet friends tell me I need to stop doing that and instead only describe myself in positive terms. Itā€™s got something to do with self fulfilling prophecies and the power of positive thinking ā€“ something about changing reality with the power of my mind. But I donā€™t knowā€¦the fact that I hear this kind of thing from internet friends instead of local tangible friends kind of tips the scale back toward social retardation (In truth, I get on very well with people up until the point at which they really start getting to know me). Anyway, I suffer from a variety of personal insecurities. So when I end up actually wanting to spend my Friday nights attending free screenings of the last episodes of a popular science fiction television show, it concerns me. Even I know this is wrong. If I like the show, and I do, I should flat out own up to the fact that I like itā€¦go watch it and enjoy it and be mys...

MEETING TREES at Hoyt Arboretum

It all started with a story about how, when faced with the prospect of moving, a little girl reluctantly ventured out into her familiar yard to personally say goodbye to all the trees she had come to know. I wondered how you would say goodbye to a treeā€¦did they have names? She (now peering from the eyeholes of an adult body) looked at me with incomprehension and laughing wonder, ā€œNo (of course not), theyā€™re TREES.ā€ She said as if that obviously explained it. Even so, I got the impression that she talked to them and maybe felt the texture of their bark and reminisced of lazy summer days stretched out hammock-like in the junction of larger branches, or recklessly hid from the world of semi-evil adults, high in the leafy canopy. Editorā€™s Note: Turns out she (the little girl who went to say goodbye to the trees) didnā€™t and doesnā€™t talk to trees. Iā€™m guessing now that they merely shared quality time together in silent communion. It may also be possible that her imaginary friend Jennifer,...

WARRIOR ROCK LIGHTHOUSE ā€“ Sauvie Island

Note: Iā€™ve mentioned this before, but a really great resource for Portland residents who like to hike is Portland Hikers.org: Portland Oregonā€™s Hiking Network http://www.portlandhikers.org/ The following images are derived from following the Warrior Rock/Point Lighthouse hike as described here: http://www.portlandhikersfieldguide.org/wiki/Warrior_Point_Hike Even though I was once an art major, I couldnā€™t think of any more names to describe the colors of mucus that I was able to blow out of my nose. After a week, I was convinced much of it was brain matter. I couldnā€™t think anymore, most of my parts hurt, and the coughing was starting to aggravate my ribs. When the weekend arrived, all I wanted to achieve was the oblivion of sleep. But at that unexpected moment in the dark hours before dawn, as I eyed the threshold to unconsciousness... some electric stimulus - a message passed along an ethereal network - the inspiration from a muse, invited me to wander. The drive to Sauvie Island w...