Author: Andy

Katydid chiriping

Katydid on the curtain rod
Last night we were sitting in bed reading when something started chirping. not like electrical chirping, but like cricket chirping. We both looked at each other puzzled – it was clearly in the room, but what could it be?

Oh yeah – the night before we’d found a katydid crammed between the window molding and the crown molding. Tonight he was actually perched on the curtain rod and putting his one leg to its best. Kind of weird, but the noise was a reminder of how creepy it would feel to have a katydid land on your face during the night. So I put him out the window. Oddly enough, my mom had done the same thing just a night or two before which I think is how he lost his leg. I expect him to return tonight.

Buried Treasure

Jumpin' Jeep
Yesterday I cleaned out the crawl space under the house. The previous owner had left a pile of miscellaneous wood (termite fodder) and a structural guy would need to have access to the SE corner to patch some erosion. Our original home inspector mentioned the wood as well as an abundance of broken glass under the vapor barrier. Call me a sucker for personal safety, but I figured I should remove some of the glass to make movement in the already cramped and spiderwebby basement a little less mortally wounding.

Sure enough, like many old houses, the crawl space had been used as a trash heap. The contents included a lot of glass ( light bulbs, bottles, windows, etc) and a few metallic items. The coolest finds:

  1. an unbroken Lucky Lager bottle with a Best By date of June 24th of 1953
  2. a G&W two star blended whiskey bottle
  3. a Jumpin’ Jeep windup toy (pictured above)
  4. a wooden jeep

I’m sure there’s more glass down there, but I did as much as I could find easily. There’s a large earthen mound which I assume is the bulk of the heap, but I’m afraid to disturb it. It could also be a grave. That would put a damper on the new house thing because you don’t know if it means the place is haunted, or if you do dig it up whether or not that will cause the haunting to start. Ah – the challenges of home ownership.

40 Mile Loop, Part 1

As a sort of penance for failing to turn in my field journal (and then loosing or recycling it during our move), Mike Houck has allowed me to make up the difference with a little make-up work. The deal we made was that I get to keep my grade if I ride and blog about the 40 mile loop (with pictures). He figured it would be fitting since I showed him two previous postings related to the class, and I can only guess the PR section of his brain thought this would be an appropriate replacement. I could have recreated the field notes in excellent detail in roughly an hour, but I figured this would a great motivation to actually ride the trail (in sections) this summer. Today I did the North Portland stretch out to Kelley Point.

Unfortunately, much of the 23 mile ride wasn’t actually on the loop, and large sections of the loop are still incomplete. Imagine my surprise, for example, when I reached a sign out by Kelley Point that said “40 mile loop – End.” Call me crazy, but I thought loops didn’t have “ends,” but rather looped around forever.

I rode out to the NoPo section of the trail by the Portland International Speedway on Interstate Ave. The trail starts in an industrial area along the Columbia Slough and pretty much stays in one for the entire stretch out to the point. There is a brief break near the Smith/Bybee Lakes Wildlife Refuge, but you’re still next to train tracks. I only saw one other biker on the trail at 10am on a Saturday, which was a bit of a surprise. The refuge was also deserted (of birds) though a few families were out walking.

Once I reached Kelley Point, I rode out to see it and was pleased to find another place where Barley might be able to get some swimming in. As I started back, I encountered the “end” of the trail and decided to follow Lombard or Marine Dr south and hopefully around to the St. Johns Bridge. Sadly, there were detours and I got lost as a result of losing my map. At one point I smelled what I thought were bad deli sandwiches, which I then figured out was because I was smelling pickles. Sure enough, a little bit later I passed a big food factory. By the time I made it back into a somewhat recognizable section of street names, I was beat, it was hot, and I was hungry.

I’ve got more to do now – including replacing the map. Maybe I can find it on the Internet somewhere.

Poor Grammar among cement works 90 years ago

Street name type
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On one of my morning walks with Barley, I noticed a problem. The street names in the curbs on the corner of NE 23rd Ave and Emerson St didn’t all match. Three of the 4 corners list the named street as Surman St instead of Emerson. Was it a typo? Or was the street name changed from Surman during some brief period of anti-anglo sentiment? My final guess is that the concrete worker simply mis-heard the original street name Emerson as Surman and didn’t realize his mistake until the last corner. Either that, or someone else pointed it out. I’m sure the dope-slap was in use at the time (roughly 1911) and the person responsible got three of them.

Or more. One block up on the NE 23rd and Sumner St., another typo appeared. Someone had misspelled the street name as Somner on just this block. Oh, and the street was just East 23rd at the time of pouring.

One thing is clear from all this. Well, actually there are at least two of three things that are clear:

  1. Living in an old neighborhood is awesome
  2. whoever paved on NE 23rd nearly 90 years ago probably ended up in a different line of work
  3. I’m a total nerd

Faux Pas

Fauxdaddy.org
Wanted to pass along a link to Alan’s latest instigation project – FauxDaddy.org, where he chronicles his troubles with his registrar GoDaddy.com and DomainsByProxy, who divulged his information without due process, violating their contract, and exposing his and his wife’s identity to a seething tangle of upset poets.

Scared the Crap out of her

One of the funnier (in retrospect) stories from the OBF was the accidental introduction of Barley and Maddie right by Barley’s food dish. As I recently mentioned, Barley is turning in to a bit of a situational asshole. Well, it turns out his buttons are threats to food, threats to toys, and getting hurt. This is the story from my perspective, and there are probably at least 4 decent versions going around.

Andrew and I go into the basement to get some fans to help cool down the house. As we re-entered the house, Barley slipped by us into the sun room where Holly, Michelle and Maddie were doing part of the home tour or something. Barley immediately noticed that Maddie was *in the same room* as his food and transformed into asshole Barley (Barshole). This was a bit spookier than previous tussles because Maddie screamed bloody murder (barked it, anyway) and Barley grabbed at her collar. I pulled them apart but they were still close to each other and Barley simply went back at Maddie, once again grabbing her collar and a fair amount of hair. I grabbed his collar and tried to pull him off Maddie, thus lifting both dogs a little. Eventually I used my leg to wedge them apart and threw Barshole to the rug and pinned him down while Maddie escaped. The whole scene was rather scary, and I ended up with terra cotta tile burns (like rug burns) on my knees. Once we’d all calmed down, someone noticed that there was a single, solitary turd on the tile. It appears that Maddie (though it could have been anyone, I suppose) had the crap scared out of them, literally, by the incident. No one wanted to take the blame, so for the purpose of this story (and history), Maddie had the crap scared out of her.

I venture that Barley’s side of the story went like this:

Do do do do do – I’m so excited there are people here – people to pet me. Let’s go back inside – look more people! Oh crap – there’s a dog trying to eat my food! I’ll kill her. I’ll kill her. I’m totally kicking her ass! What the hell – The hairy human seems upset with me. Oh – they’ve left defenses down and the dog is trying to eat my food again! I’ll kill her! I’m being lifted! I’m being slammed to the ground and yelled at! What did I do? That’s my food! What’s that smell?….

Maddie’s was probably something like this:

(nervous pant noise) We’re in a strange place. Where’s Holly going? I should follow her. Holy cow – there’s a dog attacking me. I’d better scream! Help! Help! Help! oh good – they’re saving me. Oh no – he’s attacking again! What did I do? Save me! Save me! (poop!) Oh – I’m so embarrassed! I’d better go outside.

I’m not really sure what other sides of the story sound like – but I know Andrew was somewhat pleased that Maddie finally got her comeuppance, though I don’t think she deserved being attacked by Barshole. They got along the rest of the weekend, but what a nightmare.

Beach with Meg and Troy

Michelle and I spent a relaxing (though somewhat laborious in the oompa-loompa sense) weekend with Meghan and Troy on the Oregon Coast. The only real objective – make chocolates for their upcoming wedding. We managed that in fine form – and Troy and I actually did help – both in cutting and forming caramel, but also in quality control – by which I mean eating the chocolates that the girls deemed not of sufficient quality.

And speaking of “not of sufficient quality”, has anyone seen The Terminator lately? It sucks! They had the original VHS tape which we watched on what must have been a VCR from that same era. We also ate well, let the dog swim in the water, and relaxed. This is in stark contrast to what Matt’s just posted, but it’s really nice to see friends in smaller groups even when you really can catch up. OBF and the 4th were great, but there are so many people and so much has happened.

On the way back from the beach, Michelle and I applied steady pressure regarding the awesomeness that is Portland in an attempt to counter the pro-Bellingham arguments. I’m not sure if it worked, but never-the-less, we tried.

4 years

Today is Michelle and my 4th anniversary. Or our 9th, if you add the 5 pre-marriage. Either way – it’s a longish period of time that we’ve hardly noticed passing.

And speaking of passing – for dinner we went to Concordia Ale House and I had the Firehouse garden burger. It was the first time since 7th grade that a restaurant prepared meal has kicked my ass. I finished it, but had to know why it was so hot. The owner said i was the sauce – a honey, thai red chili, sweet chili and habenero reduction. Ok – that explains it. But for the record, I finished it.