Portland is a city of young beer drinkers who like to bike and read books (but, so far, not at the same time.)
Days Off
Well I have a bit of free time until I start my new job at the Santa Fe Institute on September 27. Lets recap the action so far.
August 31: Flew from Santa Fe, NM to Los Angeles, CA via Las Vegas, NV. Saw a lady in Las Vegas wearing a shirt which said, on the front, “Body Piercing Saved My Life,” and on the back there was a picture of two hands with nails through the hands. A young girl inquired about the shirt after reading the front, and the lady promptly turned around to show the back and asked, “Get It?” I got it.
September 1: Left Los Angeles at 5 a.m. This is how I will remember leaving L.A.
Then I had lunch at Harris Ranch with a hot rodding group who made me feel very small. I tried to get them to vote for Kerry, but to the T they were all in W’s camp. And then it occurred to me that they were all from California. No harm, no foul.
Next I had lunch with my grandma
in Sacramento, where we saw some turkeys on our way to lunch.
At lunch, I avoided the turkey melt.