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Roxy. Portland, Oregon. March 16, 2006.
Well, aren't we being quite the awesome tourists? The self-loathing comes in waves, but, hey, as Jeff puts it, we're a first world nation, dammit, so if we want cake—we get cake! Speaking of which, Jeff and Justin maintain quite the sweet pad here in PDX: hardwood floors, big open kitchen, comfy couches, and a chocolate cake out on one of those glass pie holders you see at the more classic of the diners.
Last night we went with Jeff to the local dive, the nearby "Crab Bowl", just as delightfully tacky as it sounds. This is a research expedition into Hipsterdom, but I might have to minor in the What Exactly Is A Dive Bar question. When your colleague is hit upon by a 40-something who, when rebuffed, attempts instead to lead you upon the road to Jesus, and where the bartender is clearly a karaoke-master serial killer—this place just may qualify. Before the night was out, Jeff and Stefanos were at the karaoke themselves, to Pearl Jam's Black. A good time was had.
Needless to say, the "work and travel" scheme is not working out particularly well, though we did attempt to work on Physics for several hours, first at Powell's books on Hawthorne, then with Riana at the much more novel A Chance of Rain cafe a couple blocks west. Stefanos may have made some progress with the LIGO stuff, but I only learned a very small amount of Statistical Mechanics. The week is almost over. Eep!
Voodoo Donut. Portland, Oregon. March 16, 2006. (Tag: Voodoo Doughnut)
In the evening, with Jeff and Riana:
- Bourging it up with happy-hour designer martinis at The Vault and some kind of well-dressed would-be San Francisco elite
- Dinner at the Roxy, a downtown diner with a very good jukebox
- Becoming overwhelmed at Powell's books
- A pilgrimage to Voodoo Donut, a donut shop open from 10pm-10am (all night) where you can get, for instance, donuts shaped like gingerbread men stabbed with a wooden stake through the heart and some kind of red goo seeping out. Or a maple bar with bacon. Or glazed with captain crunch. You may also get married there, I am told, and later in the night they have a DJ.
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shamster in Eugene, then on Saturday morning we're booking it to Eastern Washington. If we were sane I think we'd stick around here or spend some more time exploring the area between here and the tri-cities, but, well, you know. Not sane, and all that.
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Date: 2006-03-17 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-17 07:06 pm (UTC)I should go. And possibly try to enter. The technology exists.
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Date: 2006-03-17 07:07 pm (UTC)Mmmmm...Forbidden Donut.
Date: 2006-03-17 08:54 pm (UTC)Your icon is, obviously, the best thing that's ever been made, ever.
And should you ever need me, I'm always here to help--but as you know...what can a chicken do.
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Date: 2006-03-18 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 03:57 am (UTC)And I don't know you at all. But you seemed so great that I had to befriend you.
I hope you don't mind.
Re: the place to go
Date: 2006-03-17 04:54 pm (UTC)Re: the place to go
Date: 2006-03-18 12:05 am (UTC)How'd you come to live in Portland, by the way?
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Date: 2006-03-17 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-17 07:07 pm (UTC)Dive bars
Date: 2006-03-23 01:47 pm (UTC)My working definition of a "dive bar" is a bar that encourages social apathy thereby attracting clientelle who feel shunned by bars that don't.
In Rochester, I think Monty's Krown (not the Korner) is a prime example of this. As long as you're 21 or over, you can be gay or straight, liberal or conservative, a hippie, or a skinhead and the bar doesn't really care -- as long as you behave yourself mostly, you can have drinks just like everybody else.
---Jason Olshefsky