We all fit around the Pauling House table this time, many of the usual suspects.
Steve Mastin was the first to leave eager to get home while still daylight. Daylight savings time has only just begun.
Steve's estate is getting pummeled by steady 25 mph winds with gusts up to 60 mph. We call these the "east winds" and they funnel through the gorge, bringing a cold blast to the East Side especially, as in Gresham (where Steve lives) and Troutdale.
I'd picked Lindsey up at PDX International earlier. She was coming in by shuttle bus from Corvallis / OSU, bringing impressively heavy bags.
I fought traffic on the Banfield to my exit at 43rd, as we talked about her first semester and pending tour, stopping at Blue House on the way to John's Landing, where we sampled Szechuan Chef and Pier One Imports. I was in chauffeur mode, glad to perform some service for an MVP.
We'd had Szechuan within walking distance of Blue House: Lucky Strike, in the same building as Hawthorne Theater. One might think the loud music events within the same building would making fine dining impossible by I never found that to be a problem. Thick brick.
Lucky Strike closed because the rents went up. My Chinese food experts circled this place on Macadam as worth a try, along with another place in Sellwood.
Lindsey checked in with a health professional next, also on Macadam, while I took pictures of the handsome river front properties, right across from Ross Island. She loaded up on supplements to help her through a next sojourn in Kathmandu (Patan).
The earthquakes were a year ago. She was there then too.
She has yet more supplements to pick up in Lake Oswego.
Lindsey's lot as a foreigner is somewhat lonely and difficult in that densely urban environment where she's seen as a "walking ATM" as she puts it. She has a tight budget to pay her teachers, but to outsiders that looks like deep pockets and an open invitation to further capitalize.
She's learning Newar Charyra Nritya and getting credit towards her BA in so doing, with a PhD to follow most likely.
Barry brought the pork ribs, which Marianne Buchwalter praised, asking for the recipe. He uses a large grill, which starts open then closes for the tenderizing phase. He uses only salt and pepper for seasoning.
Nirel and Lindsey -- who showed up on foot after I'd left her cashed out on the couch -- fell into an earnest conversation. Nirel is well traveled, including in India. We'd all three been under the weather, starting about two to three weeks ago, when I ferried Lindsey to a mosque, more homework for OSU.
Then the master of ceremonies (not me) suggested we all join in a single conversation, which we did.
Lindsey took the stage given her interesting karma (life path). Dick Pugh suggested she get her degree in cultural anthropology, although switching from religious studies at this point is not really in the cards. Marianne asked me who Dick was (we don't all know each other).
Marianne had just finished a writing course taught by the author of a novel Zazen, which I added there and then to my Kindle. By "Kindle" I mean several devices, least of all my actual Kindle which sits unused and discharged, despite its handsome graphite display.
I favor using my Samsung tablet for reading what I buy for Kindle, using the Kindle app. Otherwise I might read on my phone, until recently a Droid Razr from Motorola. I just switched to an HTC One M9 which I think will fight me less (it's also from Motorola, but is a much more advanced Droid).
Of course Marianne and I talked about our children and grandchildren, we always do.
Nirel and Marianne then stuck up a conversation in French. I tried to listen in. I chatted with Steve Spiegel about Italy. We'd both toured there in various capacities, me as an elementary then middle schooler, from the late sixties to early seventies. I was in Manila by the end of ninth grade, with a sojourn in Bradenton, Florida at Southeast High.
I brought the lentils again. Glenn brought his signature chili. Good seeing Christine. S'been awhile.
Remembering Chuck Bolton.
Steve Mastin was the first to leave eager to get home while still daylight. Daylight savings time has only just begun.
Steve's estate is getting pummeled by steady 25 mph winds with gusts up to 60 mph. We call these the "east winds" and they funnel through the gorge, bringing a cold blast to the East Side especially, as in Gresham (where Steve lives) and Troutdale.
I'd picked Lindsey up at PDX International earlier. She was coming in by shuttle bus from Corvallis / OSU, bringing impressively heavy bags.
I fought traffic on the Banfield to my exit at 43rd, as we talked about her first semester and pending tour, stopping at Blue House on the way to John's Landing, where we sampled Szechuan Chef and Pier One Imports. I was in chauffeur mode, glad to perform some service for an MVP.
We'd had Szechuan within walking distance of Blue House: Lucky Strike, in the same building as Hawthorne Theater. One might think the loud music events within the same building would making fine dining impossible by I never found that to be a problem. Thick brick.
Lucky Strike closed because the rents went up. My Chinese food experts circled this place on Macadam as worth a try, along with another place in Sellwood.
Lindsey checked in with a health professional next, also on Macadam, while I took pictures of the handsome river front properties, right across from Ross Island. She loaded up on supplements to help her through a next sojourn in Kathmandu (Patan).
The earthquakes were a year ago. She was there then too.
She has yet more supplements to pick up in Lake Oswego.
Lindsey's lot as a foreigner is somewhat lonely and difficult in that densely urban environment where she's seen as a "walking ATM" as she puts it. She has a tight budget to pay her teachers, but to outsiders that looks like deep pockets and an open invitation to further capitalize.
She's learning Newar Charyra Nritya and getting credit towards her BA in so doing, with a PhD to follow most likely.
Barry brought the pork ribs, which Marianne Buchwalter praised, asking for the recipe. He uses a large grill, which starts open then closes for the tenderizing phase. He uses only salt and pepper for seasoning.
Nirel and Lindsey -- who showed up on foot after I'd left her cashed out on the couch -- fell into an earnest conversation. Nirel is well traveled, including in India. We'd all three been under the weather, starting about two to three weeks ago, when I ferried Lindsey to a mosque, more homework for OSU.
Then the master of ceremonies (not me) suggested we all join in a single conversation, which we did.
Lindsey took the stage given her interesting karma (life path). Dick Pugh suggested she get her degree in cultural anthropology, although switching from religious studies at this point is not really in the cards. Marianne asked me who Dick was (we don't all know each other).
Marianne had just finished a writing course taught by the author of a novel Zazen, which I added there and then to my Kindle. By "Kindle" I mean several devices, least of all my actual Kindle which sits unused and discharged, despite its handsome graphite display.
I favor using my Samsung tablet for reading what I buy for Kindle, using the Kindle app. Otherwise I might read on my phone, until recently a Droid Razr from Motorola. I just switched to an HTC One M9 which I think will fight me less (it's also from Motorola, but is a much more advanced Droid).
Of course Marianne and I talked about our children and grandchildren, we always do.
Nirel and Marianne then stuck up a conversation in French. I tried to listen in. I chatted with Steve Spiegel about Italy. We'd both toured there in various capacities, me as an elementary then middle schooler, from the late sixties to early seventies. I was in Manila by the end of ninth grade, with a sojourn in Bradenton, Florida at Southeast High.
I brought the lentils again. Glenn brought his signature chili. Good seeing Christine. S'been awhile.
Remembering Chuck Bolton.
