Not Quite a month

It seems like the world is catching up with me and this weeks seems to have no beginning or end. Becky arrived last week with the two dogs. The rest of my boxes arrived and becky picked up her stuff from Washington. So our little apartment is full of dogs, kennels boxes more papers that you would think a person (or two) would have after moving, and shoes, lots and lots of shoes. We decided to use one of the bedrooms as a closet, partly because the bathroom is only accessible through that room, and use the separate living room for the second bedroom. So far its working, we are just in need of storage and organization, because right now all our stuff is just sitting.



The job search continues, and it seems to be kicking my ass. Excuse the language. Nothing like a good boost in the ego to get a bunch of rejections letters or no replies to more that what I think is not over 2 dozen applications. My hopes are still high, and my mother suggested changing my phone number to a local address. Which I will do when me debit card comes in the mail. By the way, if you ever move to a big city and don't change to a local bank right away or keep checks, DON'T LOOSE YOUR DEBIT CARD. Not only do you feel pretty not self sufficient because your baby sister has to pay for everything, but its pretty damn stressful to wonder were the hell it went and when its going to come in the mail. On the plus side it is keeping me from spending too much and shopping when I should be conserving money until I am producing and influx of funds.



The poetry slam was an experience. I'm not sure its my cup of tea exactly, my work seems to be more heady and less crowd rising. But I'm attempting to go in a new direction with my work, good poetry approachable by audiences and geared towards following the example of oral traditions such as in Native american culture instead of institutional. We'll see where it goes. Hmmm, lets see interesting places I've been this week.



Washington park, it just keeps going and going, has two rather good statues of native american figures.



I made it too a Hookah place, Urban Hookahs, and tried some Hookah with who I will call Kinko. We talked too, probably a bit to openly for people who have only known each other for about a week but for some reason it works.



Becky and I made it to Typhoons, an amazing and not too spending Thai place with excellent service, the host must have came out and talked with use a good three times, and our server made sure to check on us and make sure we were doing all right.



We also stumbled accross the Backspace, a coffee joint, art gallery, gaming place and I believe bar. It was rather early, and not many people were there but the baristas were funny and chatty and pulled some great shots. Talked to the manager, who happened to be from Alaska about a possible job opening, they weren't hiring, but it was a good conversations and a place I hope to go back too. And I can't help but mention the Portland Coffee House again, they have been consistently pulling excellent shots, the best I've had so far in Portland, far surpassing the downtown Stumptown's, which is still a great place to go and write and people watch, but starting to loose what made them great, their attention to excellent coffee. The focus now seems to be on expanding, growing, producing, and being hip. Its kinda reminding me of how Starbucks started, with a dedication to coffee finding its way lost to a dedication of commercialism. sigh.



Halloween is approaching. It must be a fantastic experience in this creative, colorful town. Not too many ideas for costumes though. Something will come . . .



Take care for now, Will write again soon.