- I had dinner with dine last night at Russell Street Bar-B-Que. Her fannish roots are deep, deep, deep, and she catches me up on the latest in hockey fandom and the earliest in stuff like zines and cons of yore. It's always a breath of fresh air.
- Mint! It hooks up to your accounts, logs all your money stuff, gives you little
electric shocksnotices when you're on the brink of madness with Sephora or Ross Dress4Less (ask me how I know), and generally chivvies you toward fiscal responsibility. Great customer service, too. (Mint is part of Intuit, my annual tax painkiller.)
- The following flow chart, which I am at this very minute defying:
Nevertheless, I am making progress on the Restraint rewrite. (Thanks, by the way, to karen_jk for some lovely chapter-by-chapter feedback with the rewrite in mind.)
- Winter in Portland. It has its downside, nobody's gonna argue, but lately it's been cold and dry. The exhilaration of riding my bike in the cold, the freedom of the paths, the not-sweating--I love it. I took a lunchtime ride the other day to play tourist on the aerial tram, a Portland feature I'd not yet experienced.
I parked. (Eleanor O is way back there by the "Go By Bike" sign.)
Here comes the tram.
I went up.
(The tram's sole destination is OHSU, the vast, labyrinthine medical complex perched at the top of the Cascadia Subduction Zone for when the magnitude 9 earthquake hits, but meanwhile, nice views.)
And when I got back down I had some delicious lunch at the Hotbox Asian Grill, one of Portland's gajillion food carts. No MSG! And super nice people.