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Walks with the dogs

• Dogs, Walks with the dogs

  Various

  01.24.08 | Permalink | Comment?

  I have learned from more than one source that dogs’ paws can smell like Fritos.  I would assess this for myself, but I have more than once seen my dogs step blithely into large and avoidable dog poop piles.
  Yesterday evening we passed the crest of Belmont as it dips over the shoulder of Mt. Tabor, [...]

• Politics, Portland, Walks with the dogs

  Dude

  01.22.08 | Permalink | Comment?

  If you emerge from the bushes in the landscaping around the Walgreen’s parking lot, and I am walking by with the dogs, and if you’ve just been in those bushes for the purpose of getting high by whatever means, then please don’t try and engage me in incoherent, drug-logic small-talk.  I really don’t care what [...]

• Dogs, General, Walks with the dogs

  A Shadow From the Past

  01.16.08 | Permalink | Comment?

  Yesterday evening the power went out for about a half-hour.  Only a few hours earlier I had been walking with the dogs through a several-blocks-long blackout and felt relief when I turned a corner and saw I had reached the border of restored power and that our house was lit.  Whatever was wrong in that [...]

• Portland, Walks with the dogs

  Holidaze

  12.26.07 | Permalink | Comment?

  After a traditional Christmas breakfast I took the dogs on the traditional Christmas Day walk.  I wondered that it felt so cold and abruptly we were in the middle of thick, heavy snow.  This felt like the kind of snow fall you get high up in the Alps, where sitting in the chairlift leaves you [...]

• Books, General, Walks with the dogs

  Can you smell what the Rock is cooking?

  12.21.07 | Permalink | Comment?

  Various:
  I have a heavy bag and a speed bag set up in the basement.  It’s useful exercise to punch things that won’t hit back.  Yesterday evening I was rat-a-tatting on the speed bag when the internal bladder popped.  Reactions: ‘bladder’ is a funny word; I flinched and ducked like I was having a flashback to [...]

• Walks with the dogs

  The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo

  11.10.07 | Permalink | 1 Comment

  The other evening I led the dogs along a tricky part of a dark sidewalk along Burnside.  A young lady in a car shouted, “Your dog is possessed!” as she passed.  Well, thanks, but which one?  Some people don’t know how to  give advice.
  Or perhaps she is some obscure breed of troublemaker given to shouting weirdness at
  random passersby, then searching the intertubes for evidence that someone has posted
  about their provocations.  In which case I have fallen into a trap and human free will
  must be re-examined.

• Walks with the dogs

  A Tree Grows in Montavilla

  09.10.07 | Permalink | Comment?

  Yeseterday was very warm, as if making up for the impression that we had an attenuated summer this year.  Previously I had discovered, growing right next to the trunk of the dogwood in our back yard, a maple sapling.  With the welcome assistance of our plant expert neighbor, we transplanted said sapling to the parking [...]

• Walks with the dogs

  Happy Labor Day

  09.03.07 | Permalink | Comment?

  This evening I took the vicious beasts out for a stroll.  While walking behind McDonald’s a Chrysler 300 pulled up into the parking lot, stopped, and disgorged a prostitute.  The driver then backed out of the lot, almost hitting the woman as he turned onto the street.  Then he drove to the end of the [...]

• Dogs, General, Music, Walks with the dogs

  Things Fall Apart

  08.14.07 | Permalink | Comment?

  My headphones, Koss PortaPros, seem to be about to fail.  Recently they have been yielding more distortion than music, leaving me with the feeling that I will hear the beep of Sputnik at any moment.  Luckily I have spare headphones, and more luckily Koss will repair for free (with a small s/h charge) the product [...]

• Walks with the dogs

  Drama

  05.22.07 | Permalink | Comment?

  Scene: Young woman slouching against car, her midriff pillowing above the cut of her low-cut pants.  Strapping young police officer standing in front of her, pencil to notebook.
  Officer [automaton]: Tell me again why you threw your glass of water on your boyfriend?
  Woman [sullen]: He told me to git off his porch.
  As we pass I can see, beyond [...]

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