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I like to take walks at lunchtime with one of my co-workers. A week or so ago, we were walking not a block from our office building and suddenly came upon this old-timey shop.It looked like it had been there forever, and yet, somehow, we'd never noticed it before and we walk up and down that street all the time. Then again, sometimes we're so absorbed in conversation that we are oblivious to our

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Rip! Originally uploaded by Rozanne. This is Russell Stover's "Caramel Santa Covered in Milk Chocolate." It is not even remotely Santa-like. Where's the beard? Where's the hat? Where's that sack of presents? It doesn't even have distinct arms or legs. Seriously lame. Not that I really care about things like that. I bought it on impulse at the checkout counter because I like caramel. It only

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This is supposed to be a baby hat. I hated knitting this sooo much for so many reasons. Firstly, I foolishly--in a moment of high stress last January--told a pregnant co-worker that I would knit a hat for her forthcoming baby (even though I don't really connect with this co-worker and even though I don't like knitting hats).This promise dangled over my head and gnawed at my subconscious for

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At this time of year (nearly) all of Portland has, at the very least, a patina of moss--if not a shaggy suit of moss armor. It's glorious, and I love everything there is to love about these tough, tiny, tenacious spore-bearing plants. I've been taking a closer look at them lately. Worth it!I've been doing some superficial research, too. That is, I've been skimming my copy of Plants of the

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I have been under a tremendous (for me) amount of stress at work lately. While at New Seasons last week, I bought a copy of Whole Living. I was attracted to the colorful line-up of smoothies on the cover, but it turns out there was something much better than a smoothie in that magazine--a one-page article called "Your Brain on Fear." Here's an excerpt that spelled out exactly what has been

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The Most Beautiful Red Maples in All of Portland (Up Close) Originally uploaded by Rozanne. Maybe I'll write an actual blog entry one of these days. For the nonce, please enjoy this photo of the Most Beautiful Red Maples in All of Portland™.

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Possibly the best spontaneous dancing video to date. Only one person dancing while wearing a backpack, but that is balanced by the fact that there is a guy doing a pirouette (of sorts). The grand finale features maniacal cackling.

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More videos of Portlanders dancing. Can you believe it? The dancing in these videos doesn't really count as spontaneous dancing cuz it happened at a concert in a park, where dancing is to be expected. Still. There is some pretty awesome stuff going on, I must admit. The guy closest to the stage in the dark green shorts is the person you should be focusing on and is deserving of some kind of major

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B and I love it when we happen to run into Spinnaface. He's a DJ (I guess that's what you call him) who has a sort of hubcab apparatus attached to his face. He keeps it spinning while he does what he does. He's got a fabulous theme song, too, that contains the helpfully descriptive lyrics, "He's got a spinna for a face. His face is a spinna!" (or something pretty close to that anyway). And he

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Sea nettles are mesmerizing.

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What is it with Portland and spontaneous dancing? Especially dancing spontaneously with a fully loaded backpack. It happens all the time.* That's good, though. That's the way we do it in Portland, Oregon.I loved listening to this all-female drum group led by a women in her 60s who made good use of her green gym teacher's whistle.Flashback to 5th grade and me sitting at the kitchen table with a

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This is what it looked like when I took a walk at lunchtime in Icky Suburb on Tuesday.This is what it looked like when I took a walk after dinner in Portland on Tuesday. The weather had improved a bit, and the freakiness factor had increased significantly.

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I found this amazing piece of gravel art in a shop that specializes in mid-century "antiques" while I was in Chicago last week attending a conference. You see, I'd seen it before. I grew up with the thing. It was in our living room, paired with a similar piece that featured, if memory serves, a pineapple and/or maybe a banana.My dad actually made this classic example of gravel art when he was

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Well, it was a few days ago, but it was truly springlike and Phil Collins-like (No Jacket Required--yes, I'm dating myself). I walked around for a couple of hours, admiring all the flowering trees and trees beginning to leaf out. Lovely.More interestingly, when I got into work on Tuesday (I work from home on Mondays), a co-worker greeted me and asked me about this conversation piece/science

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This cat looks like its tail was swapped out for another cat's tail. It reminds me of a Harlequin Golf or of one of those old cars that has one door that's a different color than the rest of the car. You know what I'm talking about.P.S. Of all the people I know in the world, only one of them owns a Harlequin Golf. I just did a Google search to find a photo of one, and the first photo I found has

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One Bad Apple, Minus an Eye Originally uploaded by Rozanne. I've been re-reading The Catcher in the Rye. I last read it when I was 14 years old. It kills me. It really does."It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes. Girls aren't too much help either, when you start trying not to get too crumby, when you start trying not to spoil anything really good. I knew

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How glorious to take a lunchtime walk in the City of Portland instead of Icky Suburb. Yay for VPN and telecommuting and blue skies and pothole hotlines.

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B. and I have lived in Portland for 8 years, but yesterday we discovered a strange new neighborhood only a 15- to 20-minute walk from our house. We walk around a lot (like, every day), so how is it possible we had never run across the Yard of Disembodied Pig and Rabbit Heads before?

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So it turns out that I work at a place where celebrating Halloween is SUPER important. Definitely more important than getting work done. On Thursday afternoon, people were allowed to stop work at 3:00 PM and decorate for the remainder of the day. This was totally sanctioned by the organization and I believe they provided funds for the decorations and decoration shopping was counted as work

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I took these photos during a lunchtime walk last week on a balmy blustery day. I snapped them quickly when there were breaks in the onslaught of traffic. Everything looks so much better when cars, trucks, vans, and SUVs are not present.

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Spontaneous dancing to a marching band featuring a baritone sax solo--just one of the reasons I love living in Portland.

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This photo was taken in the "mine" that is owned and worked by the Seven Dwarfs of Enchanted Forest*: Droopy, Snoozy, Wheezy, Lumpy, Dingy, Grouchy, and Smiley. Copyright infringement and the wrath of Disney's rabid legal staff successfully avoided!*Enchanted Forest is an enchanting (and also terrifying) amusement park built in a forest near Salem, Oregon. Google it, if you're curious to learn

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Getting used to working in an office again--after being self-employed and working from home for 12 years--is a huge adjustment. I really can't say how well it's going. I just don't have enough perspective to make any judgments yet. One plus, though, was that I was up early enough to see this glorious sunrise on Friday.I decided to start Project 365* again. It reminds me to be cognizant of my

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Thank heavens for the Oregon Coast. When temps hit 106 degrees F in Portland midweek last week, I was not here. I fled to Newport on the central Oregon coast, where it was 59 degrees when I arrived and shrouded in thick, wet sea mist/fog. Newport is only 140 miles from Portland, and, yet, what a difference--almost 50 degrees cooler and no skin searing, brain-broiling sun in sight. I felt like I

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One week from today, I will be starting a new job. Yep, after 12 successful years as a freelancer, I will be going back to the 8 to 5 routine.* I wasn't looking for a "real" job, but one of my local clients encouraged me to apply for a full-time job. Given the economy, I figured it didn't hurt to at least check it out. Much angst, dithering, and soul-searching ensued as I went through the process

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I watched Drag Me to Hell while sitting beneath this dome. Tip: Don't think you're going to be able to eat anything while watching that movie. You'll lose your appetite within the first 15 minutes. A whole plate of tater tots went to waste. Tragic.

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You decide.

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B and I took a hike on Sunday on a trail lined with fabulous drifts of blue larkspur. I love how this photo turned out.

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These all won blue ribbons at the Multnomah County Fair. Just so you know. I don't know what category the half-assed mummy was entered in, but I'm going to have to guess "Homemade Preserves."

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I especially love a parade if I'm not marching in it wearing a wool uniform and carrying an alto sax. I leave that to (much) younger generations--like these kids.The St. John's Parade in the North Portland neighborhood of St. John's is a good one, too. Enough middle school marching bands and rodeo queens (at least a thousand) and to tide you over until next year.Plus--a Dung Damsel...and plenty

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Fuzzy and buzzy.

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How I love Forest Park!

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Sewer and Sunlight Originally uploaded by Rozanne. Little known fact: Portland's manhole covers (are they still called that?) are made in India.

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Mossy HandprintOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. A meme, but an entertaining one. Type your name into Google followed by the word "needs," e.g., "Rozanne needs"Here's what Google thinks I need. It could well be right:...a brewski....the fashion police....to wear a second shoe....to ditch the nose thingee....to buy an alarm clock [I] can depend on....a loan of 1500 soles which will be invested in

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Spooky!

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Time for another fashion flashback! I have so much fun giggling and guffawing while re-creating the appalling fashion faux pas of my youth and--despite my rubbish drawing skills--I have to admit that the outfits are pretty authentically rendered. Don't believe me? Compare my drawing of the psychedelic jumpsuit with this photo of the real thing. I just happened to find the photo when I was

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Well, I did it. I took a photo* a day for 366 days in a row. Every ding-dong day last year! Project 365/366 is done. I'm proud of myself and more than a little pleased with some of the shots I took. I think Woody Allen's comment--"80 percent of success is just showing up"--applies here. I got out there. In conjunction with the photo-a-day thing, I took a walk every day,** usually a pretty decent

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This is possibly the most elegant and serene snow person I've ever seen. All this snow* doesn't seem to bother her one little bit. I have to say that for me the novelty has officially worn off.I am supposed to be flying to Chicago tomorrow. My flight leaves at about 11:30 AM, but I am going to have to leave the house at about 8:00 AM to make sure I get to the airport in time. Normally, the

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Fire and IceOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. So much more snow has fallen since I took this photo around noon today. Plus, winds have kicked up and the temperature has dropped to 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Much more of this weather is on the way: snow, freezing rain, ice pellets, sleet, the full range of wintry mix. Hunker, hunker, hunker, I say!!!!And yet, I was out there walking around, as were

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I Love ClarityOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. One inch of snow is enough to almost shut down Portland completely and to trigger 24/7 weather coverage on local TV stations.But I, being of hearty Midwestern stock, bundled up and went out for a walk. After all, I've gone out for a walk every day for the past 348 days, so I'm not going to let subfreezing temps, snow, and gusty winds screw up my

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My latest obsessions, in no particular order:BachI cannot get enough Bach lately: Johann Sebastian, Carl Philipp Emanuael, Johann Christian--even the only modestly talented Wilhelm Friedemann. I'm really going for baroque. My absolute favorite thing that I've been listening to constantly for the past couple of weeks are J.S. Bach's Toccatas and Fugues for organ. They are so BIG and HUGE and

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Happy Buy Nothing Day. I don't know if I will "celebrate" it this year. I'm working today (or I will be as soon as I finish this blog post--I'm a procrastinator!), so if I do buy something, it will likely be along the lines of a Happy Hour beer at a local pub. And I won't feel bad about it at all. I've been thinking about the economy (in my own very rudimentary way). I've always been in favor of

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One of Alberta Street's many examples of dodgy rainwater management. Water was gushing all over the place. That whole street gets rather mediaeval when it really starts to rain. Leaf-choked sewer grates turn intersections into ponds. Rain cascades down from on high on unsuspecting pedestrians (such as myself) from rain gutters that end abruptly or that lead nowhere. I found myself looking up to

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Does this freak you out?What about this?Actually, I love these and was absolutely delighted that I happened to spot them, especially since it's now moss season again and they are looking at their spiffiest. I've walked by this retaining wall probably a dozen times, but it was usually at night, so I never noticed these mossy fellas before. They're very close to the ground, too (about eye level for

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These books were sitting on the credenza at the hair salon alongside all the Vogues, Cosmos, In Styles, and other thick perfumey magazines that are ubiquitous at hair salons. These books seemed so out of place and yet so artfully arranged that I had to take a photograph of them. My stylist caught me at it and asked me if I'd read this one to her, since no one ever read aloud to her as a child. Of

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I am all nerved up about this election, so much so that I'm having difficulty concentrating on work. I'm especially worried that people who want to vote aren't going to be able to cast their ballots. They'll show up at their polling place after work and there will be lines. Long lines. Longer than they've ever been before. Some people may decide that their one little vote doesn't matter and go

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Day 302/366: Where Was I?Originally uploaded by Rozanne. I started knitting this cardigan last winter. In early summer, I put all the pieces away and forgot all about it. I pulled them out sometime last week and had no idea what was what. It took me some time to figure out that this little bit of Saxon Braid was meant to be the cuff of one of the sleeves. This is the progress I've made on

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The branches of the beautiful and bizarre* monkey puzzle tree are ideal for snagging maple leaves that happen to be dropping in their vicinity. This monkey puzzle had dozens of maple leaves neatly slotted between its prickly pointed leaves.I love autumn!*As characterized by the Iowa State University Extension News.

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If I wasn't teetering on the edge of having a migraine and not having one right now, I'd post in some detail about the great weekend I had and how I befriended some lost tourists "hiking" in the wilds of the Tualatin Mountains* and led them back (about a half mile or so) to civilization and beer. To thank me, they insisted on buying me a beer at the New Old Lompoc,** which I gladly accepted.

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Someone glued these plastic cowboys and Indians to the Burnside Bridge. I love guerrilla art like this--especially since it's for pedestrians only. The figures are only an inch tall, so no one in a car or even on a bike would ever notice them.

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The past three Mondays B and I have gone to the movies. Not to see schlocky multiplex-in-a-mall blockbusters with phony-looking CGI (how I hate CGI and multiplexes), but to see indy films that are sadly ignored. B tracks these small films, waiting for them to hit Portland; otherwise I'd probably never know about them either.A few weeks ago we saw a documentary called Man on Wire about a guy--a

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I've been seeing this Barack Obama poster here and there in Portland for months now. A few weeks ago I started seeing the poster below for the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival, which is winding up this weekend.Is it just me or is everything about these posters almost completely identical, except for the fact that H.P. Lovecraft appears to be wearing a G.O.P. button on his lapel?What's the

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Our trip to Yellowstone was tremendous.B and I turned into dorky geyser geeks while we were there, trying our darndest to see as many erupting geysers as possible. Very few geysers are predictable, but there are a handful that the rangers can predict within a certain window of time--anywhere from 30 minutes to a couple of hours. Sure, we had to sit and wait, but I can't think of too many things

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I won a free scone at the bakery near my house for knowing the correct answer to this. Do you? (No fair Googling it!)Apparently, I was the only person all day who got the right answer. OK. Done gloating.

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Post-Summer LightOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. I was out walking early this morning and I thought of Lelo's comments about the light being different. We've definitely got post-summer light now. It is amazing!!!!!! Light without so much heat in it. I've been noticing it all weekend.We usually go on vacation at this time of year, so the light and general feel of the atmosphere has vacation

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My camera has a fireworks setting.To quote (I think) Sir Ralph Richardson, "I love fireworks...they're so unnecessary."That is all.

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Peering through the disintegrating wreckage of the "Peter Iredale," a steel barque that was shipwrecked about 10 miles south of Astoria, Oregon, in 1906. More wreckage here.P.S. This is my 500th blog post (that is, if you can call this a blog post and not just a sly way of touting the photos I take).

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Someday I might once again write a blog post that is longer than 100 words, but for now please feast your eyes on this gorgeous plate of fresh, local food, all purchased this morning at the Hollywood Farmers' Market.Oregon blueberries kick the ass of all other blueberries.

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Beer makes me brave. When I saw this guy at the Oregon Brewers Festival and his rather striking and incongruous tats, I knew I had to screw up my courage and ask him if I could take a photo. He (and his boozed-up pals) were thrilled by my request and even insisted that I take a close-up shot of the guy's "I Need a Hummer ASAP" T-shirt. For context? Not sure.Anyway, a good time was had by all.

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So a couple of evenings ago I was taking a walk, and stopped to admire and photograph a patch of hens and chicks, or as I think they should more properly be called at this time of year, hens and cocks.Fah-reaky.I pulled out my camera to take a couple of photos and the homeowner appeared out of nowhere and made a beeline toward me. She told me I could come by anytime and help myself. "Just dig '

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Portlanders turn into real pyros on the 4th of July. In a few hours, the air will be thick with the smoke of a million M-80s.

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Pig Cheek Hash Available Here Originally uploaded by Rozanne. One of the best things about Project 365 is everything I'm discovering right in my own neighborhood, like this restaurant that serves, among other things, pig cheek hash (or maybe it was billed as pork cheek hash...but same difference). Note of irony--it's right across the street from a nonprofit called In Defense of Animals that

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We were being tourists in our own city today. This woman is real, but she's pretending not to be. She stands stock still (very difficult, I'm sure) as people mill all around her. If you drop some money in the hat in front of her, she comes to life and blows you a kiss. I have to report, however, some shameful behavior. One young woman--with a huge smirk on her face--walked up to Doll Face here

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We hiked up into the clouds today. You can do that if you live in Portland. And it's not even that hard to do--all it entails is a drive out to the Dog Mountain Trail on an iffy-weather day like today and a willingness to climb 2800 vertical feet up into the atmosphere. Start hiking up, up, up straight into the glorious wildflower meadows. Keep going uphill, as the weather goes downhill. The wind

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All these disturbing scenes were within about four blocks of each other in Portland's swanky Pearl District.

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Another cat post--two days in a row--because cat blogging is so wildly popular, I know.Cats are always getting stuck in trees in cartoons and children's storybooks, but I've seldom seen a cat in a tree in real life. Today I did. Doesn't this remind you of the kind of photo that shows up on greeting cards? The kind of card with a lame-ass sentiment like "Hang in there!" I would deem the cheese

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It's Day 138 of Project 365, and I am finally desperate enough to resort to a photo of our cat, Rusty. It was so hot yesterday (mid-90s), I didn't get out to take my photo walk until about 8:00 PM, by which time it wasn't really light enough for photos. Earlier in the day, I'd snapped this shot of Rusty, all overheated and splayed out on the carpet under my desk (why he chose a carpet instead of

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Day 130/366: Ralph Fiennes, Rendered in Chalk Originally uploaded by Rozanne. The drawing is more or less accurate. What has happened to Ralph Fiennes anyway? He used to be so handsome. Yeah, I know he's older now than he used to be (aren't we all?) but it's not that he's aged. It's that he's started to morph into an entirely different human. His head has elongated, his eyes have become

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Today was the first day of the Hollywood District's Farmers' Market. My purchases: Oregon berry honey, lacinato kale (organic), and radishes (organic) as big (and bigger) than the honey bear's head.

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I saw this as I trudged through the rain and wind to sign some papers for my new contract job yesterday. Could it be some kind of portent of doom or metaphor for what this job is going to be like? I do not consider myself to be a very good negotiator and I don't get to practice my negotiation skills very often--usually my clients just say something to the effect of: "This is what we're paying for

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Or is it a hobbit hideaway, an elfin bomb shelter, a gnome hutch, a sprite shanty, or a leprechaun lair? You decide.Edit: B just submitted some other possibilities. Try these on for size: pixie pen, hobgoblin homestead, gremlin roost, muggle motel, or faerie flophouse.

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This is meant to be a drawing of me when I was about five-years-old. (Obviously, I am an embarrassingly poor artist.) It's not a very good likeness of me, but I have to say it is a surprisingly accurate rendering of the zip-up-the-front psychedelic jumpsuit my mom sewed for me.Cue the Strawberry Alarm Clock and the Steppenwolf!I picked out the shiny, slinky, static-clingy (rayon? Dacron? Orlon?

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Day 94/366: Hazy Half Day of HookyOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. I have simply got to learn how to live in the moment and cease my constant analysis of every move I make and how it may or may not adversely affect my future.For weeks now, I've been fretting and obsessing over various work-related crap. For example, I probably spent a couple of weeks--off and on--mulling over how to gracefully

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Whirling Energy Flowers Originally uploaded by Rozanne. Aren't these great?

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Day 75/366: Tax ReliefOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. I was in lockdown pretty much the whole day, gathering and organizing tax crap. I can think of no task more loathsome. About halfway through, I headed out in the rain for a quick 30-minute walk. I stopped at Ristretto Roasters and bought a piece of chocolate-espresso bread, a confection that's so chocolate-y it's almost black. Went back

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Poor Jesus. The chain on his bike went all wonky and he was forced to ride/limp up and down our block again and again this morning, hoping a miracle would occur and the chain would slip back onto the freewheel without his having to get his hands all greasy.Meanwhile, his friend (disciple?) stood in the driveway and talked obliviously on a cell phone, leaving Jesus to struggle, struggle, struggle!

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Yesterday...I was snowshoeing on Mount Hood on 10 to 12 feet of snow.Today...I was dodging daffodils.It's all about altitude.

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Day 59/366: The View of Mount Hood from Mount TaborOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. Work has been erratic and/or slow. Such is the life of a freelancer. I don't mind one bit because today was a gloriously warm and clear day. I took myself off to the Hawthorne neighborhood and headed straight for Mount Tabor, one of Portland's extinct volcanoes/city parks.There's nothing like great Portland

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I have to wonder if the owners of this Windstar minivan really are voteing [sic] for Hillary or if they even know they're driving around with this DIY Hillary Clinton "bumper sticker." I'm guessing not.

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Bagdad TheatreOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. The Academy Awards are coming up. I'm not especially thrilled. I haven't seen a single one of the motion pictures nominated (I'm waiting for Juno and No Country for Old Men to make it to a cheapo pizza and beer cinema like the Bagdad), but I did see some good movies last year. Here are my 10 favorites:Before the Devil Knows You're Dead (excellent,

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Tall Drinks of WaterOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. Sixteen years ago today* B and I went out on our first official date. We went to the all-you-can–eat buffet at the Red Apple, a Polish restaurant in Chicago. I picked the restaurant and obviously had no qualms about what kind of message that all-you-can-eat choice might send. B ate very little; I tied on the feedbag.B didn’t talk much but

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Day 33/366: Medieval Spikes on the Vista Avenue ViaductOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. I have to say I really enjoyed the month of January 2008. Getting out there in the rain and schmizz is key, I think, to not sliding into a funk.And it has, most certainly, been rainy! Sometimes I'd get back from a walk and as I bent down to take off my doofus-y rain boots, about 6 ounces of water would

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Day 24/366: Bubblewrap Jellyfish Whipping Around in the WindOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. This is the 24th day in a row I've gotten my butt outside and taken a walk and the 24th day in a row I've posted a Project 365/366 photo. I've been loving doing both, but, boy-howdy, was it cold and windy today. Just the sort of weather I thought I'd gotten shut of by moving away from Chicago.There were

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Day 19/366: A Snowy Day on Mount HoodOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. I went on a fantastic snowshoeing trip yesterday. I don't know why I keep forgetting how much I enjoy the snow (in small, controlled doses). We've got the perfect arrangement here: go up to Mount Hood to play in the snow for a day, then come back down to Portland where all precipitation falls as rain (or, occasionally, wintry

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The weirdest birdbath ever! Originally uploaded by marstinia. If you were shopping for a birdbath, would you ever in a jillion years buy this one? It's horrifying. Look at the simpering expression on that thing's face. B says that it looks like he's "cutting farts." I say it looks like he's doing a half-assed version of the yoga pose navasana.That elf isn't using its abs at all!My sister, who

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Day 14/366: Rose City Park Written in MossOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. A couple of days ago, B and I found ourselves having to detour around a dead crow slumped in the middle of our neighbor's sidewalk. Ew! Gross! Ick! Yuck! How did it die? West Nile virus? Avian flu? And is it shedding virus like crazy in all directions? That sidewalk is a major thoroughfare for dog walkers, little kids

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Day 9/366: This Block Protected by a Laughing Hot DogOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. Grayness + rain + more than usually inflated spare tire around my middle = the mid-January slump. Fuzzy math, I know, but I'm feeling a bit out of sorts. I'm sure if I were to look back through my archives I'd find that I write a blog entry about the January blahs every January—probably at just about this

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So far, so good with my plan to take a walk every day. As added motivation, I've signed up for Project 365*, a Flickr photo group whose members post a photo a day to the pool. (Shout-out to Marilyn for posting about the project and for her inspiring photos.) I'm really pretty excited about the idea, not only as a way of melting some of the too too solid flesh off of my arse but as a way to pay

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B and I spent the frigid afternoon of New Year's Eve roaming around the terra incognita that is southwest Portland, which, as we found out, is chockful of hilltop cemeteries with amazing views of this immense pile of powdered sugar.Ahavai Sholom Cemetery was impeccably maintained but deserted, with some ultramodern headstones.Note all the medals on Leon Plotkin's chest.I like the humble epitaph (

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Ferns, Firs, and FogOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. I've decided that it is imperative that I get out for a walk every day from now on. I've been slacking off big time when it comes to exercise and fresh air and I'm really starting to feel rather crappy and unhealthy. B and I were just about to head out a few minutes ago when the skies started dumping quantities of Wintry Mix, nay, Wintry Mix

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Blue Light SpecialOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. B and I spotted this house on our annual Christmas Eve Walk/Pub Crawl™. It's my absolute favorite of all the many decked-out houses we've seen this year. In my opinion, it's impossible to have too many blue lights. They are, quite simply, the very best color for Christmas lights to be. Also impossible, taking a decent photo of Christmas lights,

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Rather than have to utter the unwieldy term "Christmas Eve Day," B and I have taken to calling the hours before nightfall on December 24th, "Christmas Dave." We are highly ingenious, are we not?We have no plans for Christmas other than to lounge and loaf. I'll probably continue on with my craft marathon. I finished the Quant headband a week or so ago.I'm quite pleased with it, and it's been cold

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What is it?Originally uploaded by Rozanne. Instead of going out to celebrate B's birthday tonight,* I stayed home to make this strange-looking concoction. What is it? The batter (or frosting?) for a "mountainous" Lady Baltimore Cake? Fluffer-Nutter for a crowd? Curdled eggnog?Have a closer look, and gaze into the abyss (if you dare). That distinctly pinkish hue is probably what's throwing you

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I spent most of the afternoon working on this.Yes. Another rubbish photo of a knitting project. I don't know why, but it's seemingly impossible to photograph knitting well. I promise I am not knitting a woolly, jumbo-sized vorticella. (Nor are the colors nearly as similar to sewage sludge as they may appear to be.) I am, in fact, knitting this headband thingie (the Quant, I believe it's called)

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I called the chocolate orange 800 number again this AM while I was waiting for my coffee to brew. I had a few minutes, so whyever not? It didn't turn out to be the laff riot I'd hoped for, but here's my report anyway.First, the customer service person asked me if I was sure the chocolate orange was a Kraft product. She'd never heard of it. She made me read the bar code on the package to her--

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Imagine my glee last night when I saw a giant display of these chocolate oranges at the grocery store!It was hard to restrain myself and only buy one, as these are the very confections that started my love affair with the orange-chocolate flavor combo. I know that some of you may be turning up your noses at the fact that I bought the milk chocolate version rather than the dark chocolate version,

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I have to make something to take to a handmade gift exchange later this month. Since I'm pretty crappy at making things with my hands, it's always a challenge to find something that fits my limited skill range. Last year, I made these refrigerator magnets. Required skills? Cutting and gluing. I was able to manage that. Only just.This year, I decided I'd make notecards using digital photos I've

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Winterizing the garden. So not fun. I've been chipping away at the task—an hour here, an hour there—since early October, basically just dragging out the torture. Yesterday, I finally somehow conquered my inertia (Rusty sets a very poor example) and got out there to do the final hack-down. It was ice pelleting a little, but that's the price I pay for procrastination.The thing about the garden,

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Socked InOriginally uploaded by Rozanne. This is what I like to see! Apparently, this weather system is stalled over the Willamette Valley, and it's going to rain all day. Yay! More rain. Even though I live in the notoriously rainy Pacific Northwest, I personally don't think we get all that much rain. I could do with more.Chicago, as I remember it, seems to have been just as rainy as Portland.

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I was up until 1:00 AM a few days ago because I'm reading this horribly fascinating book called Over the Edge: Death in the Grand Canyon. It's about all the different ways people have died or nearly died while visiting the Grand Canyon. The "grand" total as of 2001, when the book was published, was 550.Lots of people plummet off the edge right near the Visitor's Center, if you can believe that.

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