ashland is burning.

one fake homeless person at a time.

04 August 2011

innocent questions.

so, i've been here for a bit and now i want to fit in. some questions:

.how long do i sit at an empty four way stop waiting for another car to arrive before i can pass through the intersection?
.where can i find more brown for my wardrobe, or do i just go roll in the dirt until everything is the same colour?
.what sort of mean-looking dog is the right dog to compliment my new dreads?
.where can i find a pan flute?
.how long do i hafta practice before i can sit outside the co-op and play?
.how long do i hafta play solo before i can jam wit you guys?
.where's the best spot to find cardboard for my begging sign?
.what's the best tone to take on my begging sign? i'm leaning toward self-satisfied scolding, but can i go further and invoke righteous fury?
.how slow can i walk across crosswalks?
.how big should my "kitzhaber 2010" sign in my apartment window be?
.how massive an electric motor can i put on my thriftstore walmart bike?

maybe if someone can get back to me on this, i'll feel more at ease.

19 July 2011

subaru counter.

so, now that i am no longer a "hermit", i decided my "wisdom" would be spent better observing other things. namely the amount of subarus in my adopted place of sleepage, ashland, oregon. i forgot to count today, but last wednesday i counted 153 in a five mile loop, a density of just over 30 per mile. i also forgot to accomplish anything today, though the lady and i did sit at the pizza store and critique all the people walking by.

jack nicholson once said, while wearing a ton of weird makeup on his face, "what this town needs is an enema". while that may not be the case here, it certainly needs some cynicism. ima try and find it amongst the miles of dreadlocks and fierce looking dogs owned by the trustafarians living under the bridge. (or maybe i brought enough with me. hope i did.) anyway, ima "embrace the positivity", as a coworker here yelled at a passerby, and go to sleep.

quote from a customer: "hey bro, i'll give you like an extra dollar if you stick it in." i'll let you decide what the hell that means.

17 January 2011

donning the cycling cap on a rainy day.

after sleeping for almost thirteen hours to recover from my "epicy" weekend of rain and not much else, i realised i reeeeallly wanneda read bikesnob. which meant i had to perform a few rituals in order to change from my "winter persona" to my "summer persona". first, i took a shower. (d'uh.) then i cleaned the toilet, swept the floor and did the dishes. somewhere in there i listened to the "hit country" option on the downstairs roommate's satellite tv radio and read the daily show's "america". properly readjusted out of the "ski every moment" alignment i spend seven months in, i donned my "dirty cycling cap" and headed to the only coffee shop in greenwater. along the way, i realised today is the fortuitous alignment of TWO anniversaries: the eleven month anniversary of me and the woman next to me, and the four year anniversary of me owning the subie. snocka.
in being out of the loop so far this winter, i realised a couple weeks ago that i missed the seattle seachickens' "rebirth" into a "competitive" football team. apparently "competitve" this year means going 7-9 and still somehow making the playoffs. granted, this is the college bowl m.o., with 7-5 boston college somehow landing a bowl with 12-1 nevada. or 6-6 uw landing a holiday bowl slot with 9-3 nebraska. (and then somehow winning the rematch with a team that previously beat them 709-2.) but still, i din't realise how far the standards of the "professional" football leagues had slipped. you'd think there'd be some provision reading "in the event the NFC Western Division is won by a team with a losing record, there will be Three (3) "wild card" slots rather than the traditional Two (2) "wild card" slots. the third will be filled by "always sunny's" charlie day in the character of charlie "wild card, bitchez!!!" kelly. thus avoiding all the speculations about the "worst playoff team ever" or the possibility of a "seismic" run by marshawn lynch." anyway.
in walking around last night, we confirmed that when it rains a lot, there's a lot of water tryna find the low ground. i also found out that rain is cool. and makes me sleep a lot. peace.