My Dog is Chelsea

Well, more like off to see TimsHead, but he’s just as famous as the mysterious man behind the Emerald City. Asa and I are driving up the I-5 corridor, picking up TimsHead (hopefully TimsBody, too) and then driving northward to Vancouver BC, where we’ll see the likes of visitamanda (we’ll visit her, if you will), [...]

[Read more →]

[warning: the following is slightly stomach turning.]
Chelsea didn’t eat breakfast this morning, which is always a bad sign. Normally, at sunrise, she starts pacing and clicking her toenails on our hardwood floors, and by 7:30 she’s in full-on whining mood—her oh-so-subtle way of telling me to get the hell up and feed her.
This morning, she [...]

[Read more →]

It’s more than their annoying spokesperson. T-Mobile has exceeded the douche factor once and for all, and when my effing two-year contract is up, I no longer plan on renewing it. Here’s why:
The war began in December, when a coworker dropped and broke my phone. “Is this your cell phone?” she asked with a pseudo-innocent [...]

[Read more →]

Yesterday I wanted to make white cupcakes with truffle cream topping, per a recipe a found in the chocolate cookbook my brother gave me for Christmas. Among other things, the recipe called for creme fraiche, kosher salt, extra-large eggs, vanilla extract (but preferably Madagascar Bourbon, whatever that is) and, get this, unsalted butter with 82% [...]

[Read more →]

I meant to post this yesterday, but I got sidetracked and never finished writing it. And yesterday, I was at a loss for words: having been surrounded by people who feel the same way I do at the Day Without Immigrants/May Day rally in downtown Portland on Monday, I almost forgot how important it was [...]

[Read more →]