overhear this!

what a great idea this was.

i wish i had thought of it when i lived in new york. i remember hearing some of the funniest things, most certainly taken out of context, but still.

i wish i could remember some of the things i heard, or even some of the things i said.

i talked to myself all the time when i was walking across central park south towards work in the morning. sometimes giggling to myself or laughing out loud at something funny i would say. i think the longer you live in new york, the more you become that "crazy guy who talks to himself".

so much time is spent walking around and riding the subway that you eventually start to make up a conversation with yourself. i still talk to myself, just not like i did when i was in new york.

this morning in the shower i was discussing something with myself and my wife spoke up from the other room, "stop talking to yourself weirdo".

i'm not the only one right?

then someone started this blog here in portland.

i'll be keeping my ears open for some funny stuff around town, but most likely it'll be something i say...to myself.

just water

i went surfing early on saturday morning at this place called short sands. it's a horeshoe cove surrounded by trees and jutting rocks.

the waves were decent...

i got tired quickly...

i didn't wear gloves or a hoodie...

i couldn't feel my hands...

the water gave me brain freeze so bad i thought i was going to pass out...

there really is no way to explain how truly happy and content i was sitting on my board in the sunny mist just off the oregon coast.

BBC 1...2...3...

as i was driving home last night around 11:30 after a poker game, i was listening to NPR. normally around this time they play classical music, but instead it was the BBC Worldwide News. the very british correspondents were reporting that the ceasefire between Hezbollah and Israel was still intact despite mortar fire from Hezbollah during the night. i thought about three things.

one: the british radio reporters and correspondents reported the news, both about the fighting in the middle east and the raids in Birmingham (a predominantly Muslim neighborhood in London) stemming from the bomb plot, as if they were having tea and discussing the weather. no emotions either way. I found this interesting, unsettling and refreshing. once one story was over, they quickly moved on to the next. There was no, "boy Martha that sure sounds like it would suck to live in Lebanon. thanks for the report." spiel after the story as our media tends to do ad nauseam. i liked that.

two: i read somewhere that the ceasefire between Israel and Hezbollah finally was agreed upon by the US and France. what?! are Israel and Lebanon sitting at the kids table? i think if you have the ability to bomb the bejeezus out of a few cities and revert a neighborhood to Krakow circa 1944, you should have a seat at the main table and demand (even if you don't get it) the drumstick! perhaps i'm wrong, but i think Israel and Hezbollah should be the ones "agreeing" on a ceasefire.

three: while i was listening to BBC Worldwide News, i thought of all the hipsters that would be so proud of me, especially todd.

our wounded little soldier

so Riley has been crawling the last couple of weeks.

it's funny cause when she crawls she doesn't use her left leg.
so she crawls like a wounded little soldier, dragging her bullet riddled
leg behind her.

it's not that her leg doesn't work, cause that would suck, it's that she just chooses
not to use it. good for us, cause she crawls more slowly.

sometimes i grab her right leg when she's crawling to get her to use her left leg. doesn't work. she just stops, rolls over and looks at me like "what are you doing? can't you see i'm trying to make the trenches and get out of all this enemy fire?" so i let her go, on her way to safety where the medics will patch her up and she'll be as good as new.

babies are fun.