Superinky Fixations

- but more than that - the very last day of May. Goodbye Spring. I can feel summer breathing down my neck. Hot damp sexy breath, yet summery breath all the same. It’s as if the 21st of June is here already. God knows I’ve mistakenly believed it was June since the day before yesterday.

Today Mistress V & I went to Wong’s King for lunch. I just like saying that we went to Wong’s King. Actually, we talked about going to sushi, then opted for a meal with the Buddhists. But we got to the Buddhist’s house and it was all locked up. I was devastated and distraught, though, oddly, I get the distinct impression the Buddhist nun that usually is there when we come in for lunch dislikes me immensely. Her food is sooo delightfully yummy. I felt lost and aimless for a few minutes, and MsV suggested Subway. Reluctantly I pushed my body in that direction.

Thankfully Wong’s King caught my eye. Did you know it’s one of the premiere Chinese dim sum restaurants in Portland? Well, it is. Dudes, "joy and satisfaction are their unseen ingredients", k? That’s all I need. It’s awesome. Delicious. Fun. Fast. Clean. Pretty.

Really, as far as I can tell, after 2 and half years working on 82nd, the best and only great thing about that street and it’s vicinity is the copious amounts of fabulous Chinese, Thai, Vietnamese and Asian-Fusion-Vegetarian fare.

Am I writing a food review? I guess so, in a sort of half-assed, un-enthused way. I mean, I’ve just blabbed on for 3 paragraphs about it. We went for the seafood with pan-fried noodles and a wee little bit of dim sum, just to, you know, feel right with the world. It was tasty tasty tasty.

So I got this letter today from the State of California notifying me that they are reviewing my request for leniency on my speeding ticket. There really were no other specifics, except that it would be about another 10 business days before I heard anything more.

WOOHOO. At least they’re considering it. I really poured it on people, even commending the cop that pulled me over, calling him considerate, helpful and informative. I used his name and everything.

I’ll keep you posted.

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Is anyone else sucked into "Desperation" tonight? Oh God how embarrassing. Cheesy Stephen King movies get me everytime. I can’t help myself. And I just don’t wanna stop watching. GIVE IT TO ME Stephen…

I spent the whole entire day mentoring kids at the Metropolitan Learning Center  ( a funky Portland Public School that emphasizes Self-Reflection and Inter-disciplinary education, much like my college experience at Evergreen). Those kids are COOL and so smart and together and for the most part so self-aware. Leagues ahead of their peers and FUCK was I glad not to work and do something interesting for a change.

So… SONGBIRD muthafeckin RAWKS dudes. Feel them, k? I’m so all over myspace. It’s the best for listening to bands, especially awesome bands that aren’t yet signed. Plus, it’s so interactive. I guarantee you if you were to, say, leave a comment on Songbird’s site, they would for sure leave a comment on your page, too. Cuz that’s just the way they roll, k? "Blue Sky" rocks to beeuuutifully. I’m a big fan of "Broken Wings".

While you’re at it, feel Wolfmother, too… I never actually thought I’d like a band that sings about unicorns. But, alas, I FUCKING LOVE the unicorn song and every other frickin’ song I’ve heard by them. As far as their songs on their myspace page - I’m a fan of "Dimension" cuz it rocks the hard core jazz flute. But "Woman" will blow you away. FEEL THEM. Turn it up l o u d.  Seriously. I’m not kidding.  Plus, Songbird is doing a show with them. C’mon!!

Plus I’m dying over Liars. I didn’t even think I knew (removed by author) song and I was singing along - literally - by the 2nd time I heard it. Give it 3 listens and I swear it will be engrained into your soul. I swear.

May 9
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Just checking in y’all. There’s nothing much to report. It’s nice & warm outside. I just took a 4 mile walk up to the tippy top of Mt. Tabor. Now I’m kinda hot & sweaty & I’ve got to work for another 3 & a half hours. Then I’ve got not one, but 2 social obligations after work, including a Vote for Cheryl afterparty at Acme tonight. Let’s hope I don’t smell too offensive. Oh well.

I hope everyone voted. I didn’t really know everybody on the ballot, so I only voted for the ones I knew. Of course Cheryl Albrecht was my vote for Pro Tem Multnomah County Court Judge. She rules, yo?

B & I went to see Cloud Cult over the weekend. It was a great show and a perfect scenario: not too crowded, but enough people to make it fun. For the first time ever we stayed at the Doug Fir after the show and danced our little Cloud Culted butts off to some Knotty Disco. You know, that was pretty fun.

This girl needs to get out more.

I’m thinking of joining a gym. My thought is that it’ll “motivate” me to exercise, you know, cuz I’m paying for it. Hmm. I’m skeptical. But something’s got to give. I’m participating in 2 weddings next year and I just, well, I just want to look nice. Guess I won’t be eating much more gelato.

What’s going on with you?

Blech. Crabby crampy Monday. My dogs are acting insane, apparently over the delightfully aromatic tuna, cheese & turnip green casserole we whipped up for dinner. In fact, just a few moments ago I had to separate them. Plus, how provincial and white trash of us to whip up a tuna casserole in the first place. It was good, too.

Who is Ron Saxton? And why is there a fucking huge ass banner across the street from my house advocating for him? I feel this sudden urge to vandalize that banner. Yet I know it is the property owners right to express himself. … I just wanna express myself all over his fucking banner. That thing is so huge; it’s as if the whole neighborhood got together and chipped in and bought that obscenely huge thing for the purpose of promoting neighborhood unity. It blows. Why can’t Kitzhaber come back? He was kinda sexy.

So, did I mention I got a speeding ticket when we were blowing through Redding, CA? It sucked, I assure you. It was the first speeding ticket I’d received in 16 years. The officer gave me a citation, with no indication of how much the ticket would cost me. Well, the ticket arrived last week. I gingerly opened it and the first number I saw was $430.

$430.

My heart sank. I felt suddenly sick. I felt myself getting ready to cry. I ran out of the room, tossing the half opened ticket on the computer table. FUCK.

Well, it wasn’t exactly $430. That’s how much the state of California will fine me if I don’t pay in time. Still, the real price of my ticket is no relief, I guarantee you: $180 frick-fracking bucks. NASTY.

I’m not speeding again. I swear.

Alright people. What is it with me and the sun and Green Apple Alchi-pop? Those "premium malt beverages" speak to me when the sun comes out and I’m helpless to resist. It’s so nasty, really. Oh, but it tastes so good.

There’s really not much going on with me. Though yesterday, if I may gossip about a friend without her consent (she’ll read this one day I’m sure), I received a phone call from said friend, practically hyperventillating. She’d just found out she’d never cashed out the stock in a company she’d worked for years ago and now, yesterday, May 1st, 2006, she found out her stock was worth, get this… you better sit down… I’m warning you… $64k+. :::clunk:::  (this is me fainting). Can you imagine suddenly finding out you had $64k you NEVER ever thought you had? Frankly, I can’t. I mean, I dream about it, sure. Sadly, I am all too aware of how much money I have (but mostly don’t have) in various accounts, stocks, & retirement funds. C’est la vie. Good for her. GET AN ACCOUNTANT CHICA.

It’s getting to be about that time for a serious dose of SUSHI. I’m meeting Gracie at Mio in a few minutes.

I do want everyone to know about a fabulously hilarious and elegantly brilliant blog I recently discovered. I hope you’ll all take a moment to check it out.

More later perhaps. All I can think of now is spicy tuna and it’s seriously impairing my ability to concentrate. And haters, please, it’s not the alchi-pop talking, ok?