Toby and I arrived back in Portland around the same time, jobless and house-less and full of cautious hope. Rents had gone up since we were young punks living in unfinished basement rooms in southeast, and the crusty punks who lived on scams had all scattered or Grown Up. We knew this. Gentrification was upon … Continue reading Settling cards and the space between here and there
One week in March I kept a journal
It's spring, in the year 2008. I am in Portland, going to herb school, looking for a job. Try and imagine it. ------- SATURDAY I learned about the energetics of the heart, in herb school, from Scott, the wooest of all our teachers. He talked about our hearts’ electromagnetic fields, which can, in a scientific … Continue reading One week in March I kept a journal
I like this so much I don’t even know what to say
I had need of some sockmonkey illustrations, for Phillip's Story, the fantastical tale of a sockmonkey who meets an oracle in a junk shop (after learning celestial navigation from some chickens) and then sets off on an epic quest to destroy the internet. So I asked my friend Lark, who's an artist, if she would … Continue reading I like this so much I don’t even know what to say
I haven’t been writing
For the last few days. Everything’s so up in the air- (what a wonderful figure of speech, “up in the air”) I feel like I can’t write about any of it, because it’s not real, yet. It’s “in the air”. But falling fast, coming to rest like the weather does, sometimes, in the wee hours … Continue reading I haven’t been writing
where do the days go?
For two weeks the city was paved in packed snow and peopled with cross-country skiers and cookie-sheet sledders, everyone else was trapped inside. The busses went nowhere, slowly, the insides hardly warm and bleakly lit. I opted for walking, setting out each day at the break of noon on my good two feet, with a … Continue reading where do the days go?
Friend interview: Toby
What did you eat today?-I ate Joe’s salmon bacon chowder which Ali replicated. That’s what I had for breakfast. I also had two teas- one a mysterious floral berry tea, the other one a clump of five teabags I had sitting around, already used. I put them all in a mug and made another tea. … Continue reading Friend interview: Toby
my friends are beautiful
A cocktail party. How is it that I get to be friends with the hottest queers on earth?
Central Oregon is Made of Light and Magic
This is the very last installment of our regularly scheduled hitch-hiking program. The past has hereby officially caught up with the present tense, in a mild and happy manner, where everything goes alright and Home Is Reached. All entries from here on out will be made up of either the future (which by then will … Continue reading Central Oregon is Made of Light and Magic
More Pictures of Portland in the Snow
Pearl needed walkingSnow ducks!But who will tow the towtruck?
Since I’ve Been Back In Portland (these things have happened)
My friends' houses are beautifulThe snow begins. I finally get to wear the old (coyote?) fur hat I found at goodwill in the height of summerIt keeps snowing. Snowpocalypse/cabin fever 2008.The people of Portland discover physics, cookie sheets, go sledding
CARROT QUINN 
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