Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Either my head is going to explode, or I'm going to be craving Vegemite real soon.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Cardboard, aluminum foil and tin cans: tools for rides in style...
I think I hear this one going down my street...
Friday, May 27, 2005
Shout out to Kristine who originates the Stuff Portraits every Friday. I kinda like doing these photo assignments! They’re so voyeuristic, aren’t they?
The Inside of My Purse
There it is in all of its glory. Wallet, sunglasses, airborne and make-up bag. There’s a lot of crap underneath that stuff. Key to not lugging around a bag full of crap: keep it small. My favorite bag brand is matt & nat hands down.
Not too exciting. I love my Toby’s Tofu Pate.
But my favorite magnet on the outside of the refrigerator:
I can’t find my Virgin of Guadalupe. This will have to do. Excuse me while I go light a candle in hopes of winning this weeks Mega Bucks.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
For more information about SB 1000 and the current status for how to not get fired if you’re gay or be denied housing or to ensure you can visit your partner if they’re in the hospital….go here.
Growing up in the 80s I always wanted BIGGER hair than I have. Perms,
teasing, volumizing products, blow-drying upside down, Sebastian hairspray
(you know the one in the extra huge can): you name it, I tried it, in order
to get big hair. Today big hair isn't "in" anymore. Unless, of course,
you're Phil Spector...
Monday, May 23, 2005
Dreaming of a lowrider…
An Impala would be classic…
I’d really like it to be pink…
It doesn’t really have to do all of this…
A custom paint job would kick ass…
Sunday, May 22, 2005
My place to relax
In my back yard. Under the roses. Petals falling down on me are fine too.
My medicine cabinet
Complete with grandma’s perm kit. In case I need a perm.
A souvenir from a great trip
Basket made by aboriginal women from Western Australia. It has emu feathers woven into the bottom.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Several sleepless nights and about a grand later, Picasso is back on the doublewide (it’s really called the doublewide), goin’ to town and makin’ sweet love to our shoes. X-rays, blood work all inconclusive. Maybe pancreas issues. But unknown. I just hope to never see it return again. Never. Ever. Never.
For now, my gardening buddy is back. And she’s on the doublewide.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Poor Picasso is having a tough time. With the fluid cathater still taped to her paw, and the tiara to keep her from chewing the thing out, it's hard to tell if she's doing any better. She's home with us for the evening, but goes back tomorrow morning. All tests are looking inconclusive, but she's still lethargic (or does she just hate this crap she's got to wear?), but not near as bad as last night. Can I just saw how much I love North Portland Veterinary Hospital and the amazing Dr. Dillon? Love. Her. Thanks for all of your thoughts, prayers and love...here's to hoping tomorrow is a better day for my sweet gardening kitty.
Picasso came to live with me right out of college when I was still living in Chico. She was the last of a litter of kitties at the pound, and she talked to me from the very beginning. Yes, she's a talker. I talk, she talks back. She talks, I say, "You don't say?" We have great conversations. She works with me in the garden, and goes everywhere I go around the house. At night, she demands her own pillow. She's my buddy, and has been for 13 years.
She even blogs with me.
I hope she's going to be okay.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Did you ever hear of a diet which was fun to follow?
A diet which would let you have two martinis before lunch, and a thick steak generously spread with Sauce Bearnaise, so that you could make your sale in a relaxed atmosphere and go back to the office without worrying about having gained so much as an ounce?
A diet which allows you to take out your favorite girl for a dinner of squab and broccoli with hollandaise sauce and Chateau Lafitte, to be followed by an evening of rapture and champagne?
You may find it hard to believe, because we have all been conditioned to think of dieting as a form of self-torture, to punish ourselves for our indulgences.
Nevertheless, there is such a diet, and this little book will you what it is.
What the diet is
This really is a very simple diet.
It can be summed up in one sentence: Eat less than sixty grams of carbohydrate a day. That’s all there is to it. So what’s a carbohydrate? Mostly, as you will learn in this book, carbohydrates are concentrated in starches and sugars. They are almost absent from “man-type” foods like meat, fish, cheese and salad…
The grisly alternative
To emphasize just how agreeable a low-carbohydrate diet can be, just consider the discomforts of its only alternative, the low-calorie diet.
You all know the standard meals touted in the ordinary diet books:
2 tablespoons of cottage cheese with defatted French dressing
1/2 lb. of vegetableburger (a dry, scratchy mass of grated carrots, soybeans, daisy petals, etc.)
1 glass skim milk
1 piece of dry toast
You are having the most beautiful woman in the world over to dinner. Imagine sitting down with her to a dinner like that! “Do you think you can afford a quarter cup of rhubarb juice darling?” “No dear, I was so starved this afternoon, I cheated and ate two whole stalks of celery. I'll have to take it easy now." Romance does not fly very far on such wings.
So let’s take a look at a sample menu…
1/4 cantaloupe or 4 oz. Tomato juice
Egg, fried, boiled or poached
Coffee or tea (with cream) (Note: Always use artificial sweeteners)
Dry martini or whiskey with water or soda
Broiled fish or steak or roast chicken
2 glasses dry wine
Green beans or asparagus
Lettuce & tomato salad with French or Roquefort dressing
Coffee or tea (with cream)
Martinis or highballs, if you wish
Hors d’oeuvres of 2 stalks celery stuffed with pate
Beef, pork, lamb, veal chicken or turkey
Green beans (1 cup)
2 glasses dry wine
1/2 avacado with French dressing
Coffee or tea (with cream)
If you noticed there was a bit of booze in this diet, you’d be right. Here’s what they say about that.…
You can drink as much as you think is good for you. There is ample medical testimony to show that ingestion of fats slows down the rate of absorption of alcohol into the bloodstream. Remember how the Russians were said to keep sober at international conferences by swallowing olive oil before the vodka. On our diet, you can keep up with the Russians or any one else.
So don’t believe this wonderful diet? Here is a testimonial for you…
Paula P., woman-about-town: “Frankly, I like my cocktail. But I don’t like to go sashaying around with rolls of fat pushing their way around the shoulder straps of my evening dresses. In the old days I used to starve myself, literally, and go to a doctor for shots that would give me enough energy to keep going. Then my face would get haggard and frighten children. Now with the Drinking Man’s Diet (and why not the Drinking Woman’s?) I can eat three solid meals a day.. And I don’t wear a girdle any more.”
So there you have it. A predecessor to the Atkins Diet, but with a whole lotta booze thrown in!
Copyright 1964 by Cameron & Co
By Gardner Jameson and Elliott Williams
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Elementary. School. SAMBA. Band.
Okay. How cool is it that there’s a samba band of little kids?! But the fact that Mr. Crotchety Old Man has a bee in his bonnet about their several practices outside—actually a whopping 10 hours total spread out over several weeks—is pitiful. Over the past 2 weeks or so, the city has listened and worked with Mr. Crotchety Old Man for seven or eight hours. They’ve made the band apply for a noise variance. But Mr. Crotchety Old Man is still making a stink.
If Mr. Crotchety Old Man gets his way, and silences the samba bad, I offer this sad visual to think about. This weekend’s St. Johns parade had a few members from Roosevelt’s former marching band, carrying signs reading things like ”RIP: budget cuts RHS band”.
Come on. Give the kids a break. Enjoy their music and let them experience a little bit of joy in the wonder of music in the schools. Not everybody gets to hear that music anymore…and it’s samba for chrissakes!
Read the story in The Oregonian.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Shriners on a float
Get your shrine on...
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Here’s a whole new field of cooking…inexpensive creative cooking that will win you an enviable reputation for the unusual and delicious! Here are healthy one-dish meals for the family…and distinctive recipes for company brunches, party luncheons and festive suppers! Your family will boast about the meals you create with toast…and you’ll be thrilled with their ease and economy of preparation! Toast recipes turn leftovers into company fare…and stretch a little bit of food a long way! You’ll always be able to whip up tasty meals in minutes for unexpected guests if you keep modern packaged bread, and a basic pantry-shelf stock of canned goods, on hand! And if the man in your house is an amateur chef, he’ll adopt many of these recipes as his own chafing dish specialties!
And no, I did not insert any of my own exclamation marks or italics into that whammy of an opening. Copyright 1950 Marathon Corporation
Yes, a cookbook for toast. From Portland’s very own Franz Bread. Let’s take a journey together, through the glory of cooking with toast.
Toast points, or triangles, are often preferred to whole slices of toast for creamed dishes, rabbits and other specialties served on toast. To make, first remove crusts from bread slices. Then cut bread diagonally in both directions to make 4 triangles, as shown in sketch. (thank god for the sketch) Toast in broiler as described above. Butter if desired.
Here’s a big surprise:
But did you know:
1/2 lb. Link sausages
2 tbsp. Water
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce
4 thin strips American cheese
Add water to sausage and cook in covered skillet until water evaporates. Remove cover and continue cooking until sausage is brown (about 10 minutes). Drain off all fat. Spread 2 tablespoons of applesauce apiece on 4 slices of hot buttered toast. Top with sausage and cheese strip. Broil slowly until cheese melts.
Get out! This is a SUPER SUPPER!
Oh it’s so hard to choose. Will it be the Mexican Rabbit (there’s no rabbit in it, btw), Sauteed Chicken Livers (oh god, there is liver in it), or the minced oysters?
Thursday, May 05, 2005
This is the Bern Café. It went out of business as a private venture several years ago. The people of Bern couldn’t imagine living in Bern without their café. So they made it into a co-op.
Today, it’s managed and run by the people of Bern. It’s a set menu, but the café is still a place for people to meet, eat, and catch-up. I love places like this.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Okay. Just had to share.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
..but what exactly is it? Mental illness? ...There's this property on North Lombard in St. Johns that has slowly been undergoing a transformation. This is a section of Lombard that has both residential houses, and businesses.
A few years ago, there was a house here.
And then the house was gone.
And then weird junk started appearing, including a huge satellite dish, collecting rain water.
And then there was an old ice cream truck parked on the property.
And then a fence went up, apparently handmade from split logs.
And all of a sudden, this huge, old, battleship grey double-wide trailer appeared.
This is on a main street, THE main street out here on the peninsula.
The car parked in front on the street, is so full of stuff, I don't know how the driver can see. And it tows more stuff.
(I'm wondering if I'm going to hear on the news someday of how they found 100 cats living in there)
There are businesses on either side of this property. How does something like this happen? Isn't it chock-o-full of zoning violations?
I can't imagine what they're going to do on this property next...