darkemeralds: Photo of Haystack Rock, Cannon Beach, Oregon, USA (Haystack)
Before the Great Bedroom Remodel got underway, I began a Five Places I Love In Portland series. I ran out of focus after only four. So let's call this Portlandia 5: The Coast.

Cannon Beach )
darkemeralds: Heart-shaped raindrop on the lens, captioned with "Raining in my heart" (Rain)
I would imagine that if I were to review all six of the Februaries and all six of the Marches that have found me recording my life online, I'd find posts in all of them about the unseasonable, the extraordinary, the truly epic rain we were having that season.

This will be the seventh. God damn, I'm tired of the rain. This is the time of year when even a native webfoot like me says "Screw this, let's go to the desert." Since I'm not easily able to get out of town right now, let's have a little trip down memory lane to the last time I actually did so. Joshua Tree National Park. It's hot and dry. It is the opposite of here.

I'm so sick of being rain-bespattered (not to say occasionally drenched) that I'm considering riding the bus to work tomorrow and forgoing my 400-calorie-burning bike ride.

Sigh. There's not enough vitamin D in the world.
darkemeralds: Manga-style avatar of DarkEm with caption Hee (cartoony me)
What a splendid birthday! )

Not exactly a party animal, I know (well, I never was), but I had a lovely, lovely day from start to finish, and I hope everybody else's birthdays will always be as nice as mine was yesterday.
darkemeralds: Dark Emeralds in red glasses (Default)
I'll be taking [personal profile] kis and Mr Kis to their rental car first thing tomorrow morning so that they can be off on the second half of their American adventure, and that will end a week in which long anticipation, high expectations, and reality converged better than anything I've ever experienced.

Put another way, I've been imagining their visit for ages, it was fabulous in my imagination, and the reality has been even better than than I'd hoped.

Here's a little picture from our day at the coast:

Mr Kis and Haystack Rock )
darkemeralds: Photo of Haystack Rock, Cannon Beach, Oregon, USA (Haystack)
Whew! A quick fly-by post to say that [personal profile] kis, Mr Kis, and I are having a fantastic time. We did downtown Portland (Powell's Books, the Church of Elvis, the Armory, some street food, and a quick look-in at the World's Tallest Basement, aka my place of employment) on Wednesday.

Mr Kis and my sister climbed Mt St Helens yesterday (all the way to the top!) while [personal profile] kis and I met with [personal profile] despina_moon and had an afternoon of fannish discussion, food, and beer while wandering around Mississippi Avenue.

Today, my mom and I introduced [personal profile] kis and Mr Kis to the Pacific Ocean at Cannon Beach. The weather's been less than stellar, but neither cold nor rainy (and, happily for all of us, not hot)--pleasant enough for walking around and sight-seeing.

So far the raccoons, which generally plague me but which Mr Kis is eager to see in person, have not obliged us with an appearance. Otherwise, things have been lovely and we're having a great time.


Jan. 7th, 2010 02:52 pm
darkemeralds: Dark Emeralds in red glasses (Default)
I risk talking out of class but I can't stand the excitement. So I'm disclosing here that one of my bestest fandom friends in the whole wide world, who lives a very long ways away, is COMING TO VISIT ME IN SEPTEMBER.

She and her husband are making a trans-oceanic trip to see some American stuff, including my fair city, some of its environs (and moi), and we are going to have a blast!

*runs off planning madly*
darkemeralds: Photo of Downtown Portland, Oregon USA in twilight (Portland)
Long time ago, I read a poem--undoubtedly a very minor one, published in the local paper--in which a homesick Oregonian wonders how things are back home. The last line was "Does Oregon still wear her Hood of snow?"

Well, she does.

Mt. Hood today. )
I took an emergency sanity-saving bike ride this afternoon because it's SUNNY outside--perfectly, cloudlessly sunny. In December. Not all that common. Whereas it's uncommonly boring inside. Pedaled down to Waterfront Park, and this is pretty much what I saw. (Didn't have my camera with me, so have a webcam image.)

I'm feeling a good deal more sane now.

This Place

Aug. 5th, 2008 06:32 pm
darkemeralds: Dark Emeralds in red glasses (Default)
It crossed my mind that yesterday's outburst of hysterical haiku could be one of those indicators that I need some time away from work.

So I took some.

When I stand upright in the wind, my bones turn to dark emeralds. )

There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence,
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind
My bones turn to dark emeralds.

--James Wright, "The Jewel"
darkemeralds: Photo of Haystack Rock, Cannon Beach, Oregon, USA (Haystack)
On the advice of my good friend Gayle, who cares about me and sometimes knows better than I do when I'm stressed out, I took a day off work today. The bastards, you see, were really starting to grind me down.

So I decided to drive down to the beach. Walking by the ocean always has a reconstructive effect on my spirits.

My phone went dead, so any idea of chatting the long drive away was out. My lost-wallet credit and debit card haven't been replaced yet (grrr) so I just had to hope nothing went wrong with me, my six dollars in cash and my signal-free phone.

Don't worry. Nothing did. Phone-cam pix ahoy. )

Then I came home and availed myself of the Bathtub of Resuscitation, and all in all, I'm almost beginning to have the feeling of starting to be de-stressed!
darkemeralds: The round longhouse door at Cathlapotle with caption "Round and Open" from Rumi's poem The Breeze At Dawn (Round & Open)
[the photos for this entry have, sadly, been lost, except for this icon, which I made from one of them]

The plank-house at Cathlapotle is a beautiful reconstruction of a Chinookan communal dwelling in the Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge. It's made of hand-hewn cedar planks--walls and roof--and decorated inside with 21st-century interpretations of traditional woodcarving.

When we arrived today, woodsmoke was rising from the roof vents, hovering in the still air along the Columbia River.

A little Northwest history and tourism--with pictures--behind the cut. )

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