This is another catch-up post to cover all sorts of top­ics from the past week.

Dream

Last night, I had an odd dream in which I some­how lost a cadaver.  I have no idea why I had one.  I might have been a mor­ti­cian or trans­port­ing it or merely keep­ing an eye on it for some­one.  (Wait — what?  Keep­ing an eye on it?  Why?  In case it walks away?!) I also have no idea how one could lose a life­less body.  But I did.

I pretty much have to put the blame on this week’s This Amer­i­can Life: Mis­takes Were Made.  It was all about a hap­haz­ardly run cryo­gen­ics com­pany in the 60s that made a bunch of choices that might have seemed good at the time, but look­ing back were pretty poor.

Extra points to TAL for using NIN’s Ghosts as inci­den­tal music.

Too Much Cof­fee Man

Sat­ur­day was the final evening per­for­mance of the Too Much Cof­fee Man Opera.  Although I have seen plays and con­certs in Port­land, I had never actu­ally seen any­thing in the Per­form­ing Arts Cen­ter.  Pre­sum­ably, it con­tains some pretty large halls, but it also holds a num­ber of smaller ones.  The show was in a room that could prob­a­bly seat about 100–150.  There were a half-dozen or so tables up front and con­ven­tional the­ater seat­ing in the back.

The opera itself was quite fun.  It was campy and low bud­get, yes, but that’s sort of the point!  The adven­tures of TMCM and Espresso Boy, who both fall in love with the cof­fee shop barista, but she runs off to be a super­hero and marry the leader of the evil Mar­tians (but she con­vinced him to be good.) In the end, the Earth is destroyed but the cof­fee is saved.

Imbibe

Kim and I met up with Julian at Imbibe on Sun­day (or was it Fri­day?  It was some time over the week­end.) I used to really like Imbibe, but some­thing changed recently.  Last Octo­ber they got sued by the RIAA because a live band played a cover with­out approval.  I don’t know if that’s the rea­son or if it’s under new man­age­ment or what.  They slimmed down the menu, low­ered the qual­ity of the food and raised the prices.  My $15 olive and cheese plate (which was for­merly $10 or $12) was pretty skimpy (it used to be huge.) The other food our table got wasn’t par­tic­u­larly good for the price, either.

The one good thing I pulled away from that evening was the Gotan Project, which was play­ing on CD between bands.  I believe the genre is called “tango fusion.”  Basi­cally, I’m a sucker for a good accor­dion in a mod­ern song.

Pho­tos

My bus trans­fers!  Let me show you them!  (Oh, speak­ing of this phrase, I got an email newslet­ter from Nin­tendo today about some new Poke­mon game.  The ALT text for the main image was “Let Me Show You Them!”)

That’s the past month or so of bus tickets–at least, the ones that didn’t get thrown away.  I ride the bus a lot, but not nearly enough to make a monthly pass worth the cost.

On the right there is the flow­chart that was taped to my door today.  We’re in a crunch to get some­thing out next week and I kept get­ting pestered with incon­se­quen­tial requests this morn­ing.  I’d sub­mit it to PassiveAggressiveNotes.com, except I already have some­thing in their queue.

His­toric Pho­tos of Portland

I now have a copy of His­toric Pho­tos of Port­land (sparked off by my “then and now” post), but have yet to really sit down and really give it the time it deserves.  Ini­tial impres­sions are that it’s a high qual­ity book with some great pic­tures.  I’ll talk about it in more detail in the next cou­ple of days.  (This week­end was much more busy than expected.)

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