Taken on a walk during lunch the other day. Looking west over the Willamette towards the South Waterfront area (with Ross Island in front).

Tags: autumn, portland, river

After work last night, Brett and I went and picked up Wes (who took a while coming down from his apartment to the car because “the bird was somewhere it really wasn’t supposed to be and I wasn’t wearing socks”) and then went to Thatch, a very convincing Tiki bar over on NE Broadway and about 27th. You can read about it on Barfly.

We had mai tais and Singapore slings and ate from an overpriced “pu-pu platter” of appetizers (with it’s own adorable hibachi on in the middle). A bar recommended if you like places that really stick to theme.

Then we went across the street to the pet store where I watched a king snake molt and bought a hide-a-squirrel toy for the dog.

Updated: Whatever Wordpress uses to generate its thumbnail images (I’m guessing GD but haven’t had time to research) sure looks like ass. This photo isn’t actually a blugdery blurry bumpkin mess in real life (it’s not awesome, either, but sheebus).

Tags: bar, booze, brett, wes

My post last week about beavers around here caught the attention of my friend Aimee, who works for the Oregonian. She says in an email:

I just wanted to send you a thank you for the posting you made last week about the beaver-fallen tree next to the Hawthorne Bridge. I thought you made a pretty cool find, so I went there to check it out myself. And I don’t know if you saw today’s Oregonian, but I ended up writing a story. So thanks for the indirect tip!!

Awesome. Right now the story is on OregonLive’s home page, but you can go directly to the story right here (warning: annoying demographics wall before you get in).

Thanks, Aimee, and I really hope you don’t mind me quoting your email!

Tags: beavers, ceid

Last night, some guy was shot in the parking lot of the Wild Oats on Capitol Highway, then dumped next to Kes and Aileen’s house in Hillsdale. From KGW&:

Just before midnight, central precinct officers found the man’s body at a Legacy Hospital hospice center at 6171 SW Capitol Highway. Sgt. Brian Schmautz said it appears the unidentified man was shot at a strip mall nearby and then moved to the hospice, where he was prounced dead.

This panned out interestingly for Kes, who works in an in-home office. Here is the email thread between Kes and wife Aileen, who works here with me.

On Oct 12, 2007, at 1:42 PM, kes wold wrote:
A guy was shot and killed at Wild Oats last night, and the body was dumped in the Hopewell House parking lot around midnight last night. Story is on kgw.com

Glad they didn’t use our mud hole…[Kes and Aileen are doing a major remodeling job that is held up because of city permitting woes. They have a giant pit next to their house. --ed.]

On Oct 12, 2007, at 1:52 PM, Aileen Jeffries wrote:
at least it was a Wild Oats parking lot. Had it been the east side, it would’ve been a gas station or strip club parking lot.

On Oct 12, 2007, at 2:04 PM, kes wold wrote:
This is great, our shitty side of the house will be on the news, as will the shot of the minority eating Burger King [Kes is referring to himself. --ed.] on a half finished deck over a giant mud hole… Just the impression Hillsdale was going for

Saks [the cat] was rolling around on his side so I could pet him and he rolled right off the belvedere [part of the deck]! He’s OK

Tags: aileen, crime, kes

I was on my daily constitutional, minding my own business and listening to a lecture about the racial constructs of 17th- and 18th-century Latin American and Brazilian societies on my iPhone, expecting the rain to start at any moment, when, lo! I pass the fire station located right next to the Hawthorne Bridge along the Eastside Promenade–and a bunch of the oak trees there are being cleaned up by a city crew. Upon closer look, I notice that these hadn’t been cut down by people.

“What…?” I started asking the closest tree crew fellow.

“Beavers,” he answered cheerfully.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah!”

This is about three blocks from work, in the middle of the city, granted next to a river, but a very wide, un-beaver-dam-able river, see.