Category: Life

Enjoy a few rather pitiful photographs from the great time last night at Armin Van Buuren. Always frustrating for me when I see a place that could be beautifully photographed but have no way to make it happen. I enjoyed this show more than I have in…I would wager to assert several years. That’s high [...]

Last night I went printing with my friend Chris Chen at the IPRC (and Brett was there, too). Chris was printing wedding invites for friends from plates–and boy howdy is he a fast and efficient printer. It was inspiring. I realized that I had never posted about making the invitations for Aileen’s baby shower. At [...]

Spring at the House Originally uploaded by lyzadanger It’s finally, tentatively spring in Portland. Here’s my home. With dog.

Mr. Pencil, me, Morocco.

Preface: I’ve been to all 48 contiguous states. I have been to nearly all multiple times. I plan on going to Alaska next year. Hawaii might be harder. – For me, I’m going to have to say it’s a toss-up between Kansas and Oklahoma. The landscapes are long in the face and don’t seem loved [...]

I am a geek and that’s what I do for a living, generally speaking. I am notoriously bad at sticking to any sort of routine, and I have a penchant for sleep. Early mornings make me feel hungover even when I’m in the best of health. Everything seems fuzzy and nauseated around dawn. That paleness [...]

I nap. Mr. Pencil does not. There is usually nothing I’d rather do at four in the afternoon than read several pages in a novel and then go slack. Usually I stay inert for about 90-120 minutes. I have read the things that have said that napping is bad. I have read things that say [...]

Here’s one for my friends who like the straightforward progressive trance with female vocal. Simple enough. Starr is responsible for the rather popular 2005 track “Till there was You” and there are still vestiges in this newer track of the darkness therein, an interesting minor scale the vocals climb and descend. Still, it’s nothing that [...]

My stepmother Christie gave me a blank handmade leather-bound journal sometime in early 2001, or perhaps somewhat earlier–I can’t quite pin down the occasion. Since September, 2001, I have used it as a reading journal. Sometimes all it is is a list of books I read. Sometimes it’s much more. It meets several long-lived journal [...]

If I could draw or paint or “do art” in some fashion it would probably mostly consist of a weird and concerning homage shrine to Portland’s Fremont Bridge, which, for some reason, I find to be pretty much the best thing I’ve ever seen. The obsession started sometime in my late teens. The college years, [...]