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While on our morning walk, Barley and I started noticing kids congregating at a house down on the corner. As we walked by the second time, there were roughly 15 kids, all dressed up with loaded bags and lunches waiting for the bus. School has just started, and the kids in the neighborhood are coming out of the woodwork. I had no idea there were so many in the area, all hidden away during the summer. Kind of sad that they weren’t outside playing, or riding their bikes around or something remotely kid-like.

We’ve had almost no internet for the last couple days. Why? Comcast isn’t sure, but they’ll be here some time next week to look at the problem. If you can read this, maybe its fixed.

Michelle finished her first day of her last year of law school. We met up with much of the usual crowd at Lucky Lab on Hawthorne last night. The seem generally happy and confortable with school and life. I still think they’re all crazy.

Patrick and Courtney also met us there. The Lucky is across the street from where Patrick will be working. He’s found a place to live, and will be moving in tonight or tomorrow. Its only a couple blocks from work, so he’s going to be situated nicely.

Michelle’s trying to enjoy the last few days before her last year of law school starts. Amazingly enough, she’s looking forward to it this year. Possibly because she’s chosen the classes, possibly because she’s been reinvigorated by working in a legal clinic this summer, possibly from speaking with a former student who is now a lawyer, and shared his opinion that law school was lame, or maybe its because its the last year, and the scholarship is a sealed deal now. Regardless, her last days of freedom have included doing homework, yard work, and tying up loose ends. Now we’re going to the DEQ to get the car’s emissions tested. Driving through the burbs is a great reminder why we live close to where we work. Stop, go, stop, go, stop, wait, stop, go, stop.

Friends Ben and C.J. were both in town for interviews. Ben was interviewing for a web design position in Vancouver with the school district (He’s very qualified, if you’re HR out looking :), and C.J. was interviewing for entrance to the local culinary school. It was fun to see friends from both high school and college again. We went out for dinner and beer at the New Old Lompoc, which was pretty dern good. Best of luck guys.

Even though I know how to eat propperly, I’ve been relishing in my relapse into single’s dining. Here are some sample menu items from the last couple days:

1) Rosarita Frozen Bean & Cheese Burrito: Microwave 4 minutes, flip halfway through and put cheese on top. Serve with salsa.

2) Quesadilla: Two flour tortillas with mixture of Irish Castle cheese and Gruyere. Melt in microwave and serve with salsa.

3) Frozen Gardenburger Chick patties parmesan: Heat patties in oiled pan, melt Gruyere on top. Heat up canned marinara sauce, put on top of chick patties, sprinkle parmesan on top.

4) Curry Mashed Potatos Burritos: Microwave Tasty Bites foil package contents in a pyrex. Spread on the leftover corn tortillas because all the flour is gone. Skip the cheese this time. Eat over sink as to minimize dishes. Run disposal to rid of the drippings.

As you can see, there’s a running theme. Thanks to Darren for the gift of cheeses. They have been a life saver. And they’re on the menu for tonight :)

I’ve got the 10 day no-shave itches something fierce. Make it stop already!

Michelle is in Yakima, so I let Barley sleep on the bed with me. Certainly a guilty pleasure. Here are 6 more:

No. Guilty Pleasure: 1 When computer stuff goes wrong – Luddite’s Delight 2 Cheap Beer – Portland’s Best Refreshment (thanks Scott) 3 Motorcycles – Yes, I know they can be dangerous 4 Breaking glass – I do clean it up 5 Cartoons – I dislike TV, but I love cartoons. 6 People Magazine – My sister used to get it. Good Bathroom reading

The bicycle is one of mankind’s greatest inventions. To build one requires so little. To operate one requires very few skills, and consumes few resources. So what is this guy’s problem?

Yesterday was Michelle and my second anniversary. As a surprise, I was able to get tickets to the Norah Jones show at the Albert Schnitzer Hall. We had a wonderful time, and despite the really poor acoustics, bizarre guitar player antics, and women who forget what being in public is about, was quite enjoyable. But really though, the guitar player had the most fantastic orgasm every time he played, and they were quite simple bits. As soon as I used the gentleman in front of me’s head to block him out, it was much more enjoyable. But the sound guy hardly improved. He should be relocated to the Gulag. It was startlingly bad.