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First-year students at Med School were receiving their first Anatomy class with a real dead human body. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet.
The professor started the class by telling them: “In medicine, it is necessary to have 2 important qualities as a doctor. The first is That you not be disgusted by anything involving the human body.” For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the corpse, withdrew it and stuck his finger in his mouth.” Go ahead and do the same thing,” he told his students. The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead body and sucking on it.
When everyone had finished, the Professor looked at them and told them, “The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my Middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention.”


Easter 2010

Apple pie and coffee at Ladro in Seattle while everyone else is still asleep.



Right now

On cigarettes, ahhhhh cigarettes...
Hate.  Probably not a strong enough word.  I quit smoking on Dec 10 of last year.  This week is the first time I broke down.  I used Max (my recently deceased cat) to justify the need to have a cigarette.  I really think I am more disgusted with myself for using the cat as an excuse than for smoking.  Hate.

On teh cat,
I miss the cat.  I keep walking into rooms expecting to see him half asleep, peering up at me with a groggy look in his eyes saying pet me.

On booze,
Booze.  Booze is the only answer.  My grandfather had a small needlework picture hanging in his kitchen for as long as I can remember with that scrawled across the bottom.  As I sit here with a fat glass of fair to decent zin I have to wonder at the profound nature of that statement.

On music,
Not sure what I would do in a world without music.  I spend most nights lying on the couch with a book while Pandora slips tunes into my subconscious.  A week from now I will here the the song that is playing and wonder why I am thinking of this post.

On books,
Just starting the Naked God by Peter Hamilton (3rd in a series) to get my existential sci-fi fix.  Just wrapped up Liquor by Poppy Brite,  Just about half way through Portland Noir (exploring places I know from several authors perspectives).  Just picked up Naked by David Sedaris on a friends recommendation.  Just put the 5th disk of Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain in the kitchen CD player.  Just.

On Anthony Bourdain,
Envy?  Yep.  Jealousy?  That too.

On cooking,
I fucking love cooking.  I love reading cookbooks.  I love shopping for groceries.  I even find some weird level of Zen doing dishes.  Fuck laundry.

On a lighter note,
My ass hurts.  Yessir it's true.  I'm all butthurt.  It is a a good pain though (like after biking all over hell and gone with Schkott).  I have no idea why I waited so long to try snowboarding.  Wait, what were you thinking?  Pshaw.  Over the years I have had several people tell me I would love snowboarding.  Now I know why.

FUCK FUCK FUCK ............. FUCK

FUCK.  I came home tonight from a weekend away to find my cat Max dead on the floor.  My kid completely lost it and I could barely keep it together while talking to him.  Fuck.  I have had to deal with the deaths of plenty of pets before, but never an eight year old with tears streaming down is face asking why.  fuck.  Max had slept in my bed every night for the past fourteen years.  

Tonight sucks.


Posted on Damn Portlanders

World Naked Bike Ride - Portland

Copied from my bikey blog:

The world naked bike ride, what can I say but, wow! I was not a hundred percent certain I would attend, but at 9:30 last night I wheeled out the door and headed to the industrial area north of downtown Portland. It was a bit chilly and windy out, but I met up with some other riders headed the same direction along the way. We could hear the music from about a quarter mile out and there was no turning back.

On arrival I was struck by the sheer volume of bikes locked up outside. There were people from every walk of life wandering around outside. Some were in costume, some were partially clothed, some were neither. Once inside, the scene was unbelievable. Great beer, live music, and a thousand sweaty dancing bodies to boot. About a half hour before the ride kickoff, the Last Regiment of Syncopated Drummers marched through the warehouse and definitely kicked things up another notch (if that were at all possible). That led to the mass exodus to the bikes.

Once I had my bike and "prepped" for the ride, I headed out to the street where I was simply awe struck by the number of people. The cue went on as far as I could see. It was truly inspiring. The ride took off and headed through NW Portland and then down Burnside. The further we went the more the crowds of spectators grew. There were cheers and high fives all around along with the occasional bit of ass slapping. The sound of bicycle bells ringing constantly. We cleared the Burnside bridge out to Sandy and down to the Hawthorn bridge. --Just a thought here, riding a bicycle naked over a steel grated bridge creates a very interesting sensation--. We turned and headed back up toward Old Town where the ride ground down to the naked bike walk (--note: I heard that the rear portion of the pack was cut off from the bridge loop and forced in with the rest which caused the jam up). Once through the jam it was a smooth roll back to the party.

The people were amazing, and not just the cyclists. Props to all the bystanders that decided to make a show of solidarity by losing there clothes while standing on the side of the road cheering. It should also be noted that there was a HUGE amount of appreciation for Portland's finest for blocking traffic at the major intersections. All in all it was an amazing experience which I will definitely repeat.

There is a great write up at Bike Portland (probably NSFW due to the pics).

See you there next year!


Who wants to go with!

Travel with a purpose.



It was a gorgeous weekend, but it started raining a little bit ago.  This comforts me.


Busy Busy Busy

Wife has a new job... in Seattle.  This means I have been playing single dad during the week.  It has been interesting to say the least.  She is pushing hard for us to move back up there.  This poses a bit of a dilemma for me.   Over the past several years I have grown very fond of Portland.  I had a really hard time leaving Seattle when we moved here, but I am not sure I am ready to go back.  Last weekend I was in Seattle.  It truly is one one hell of a beautiful city.  Had a great breakfast at the Bay Cafe in Magnolia and walked around the docks checking out all the fishing boats.  There are a lot of things I miss about it, but Portland is just, well....  Less traffic, less pretension, more bike friendly (less hills),  and in my humble opinion, better food (can't forget the strip clubs either).   Enough about that for now, but more will surely follow.

The weekend before last, Scott and crew were in town for the premier of filmed by bike (a great weekend it was).

I leave you with -

Just because.