I decided to give the Code School a break from my presence this Monday, having ascended Dog Mountain and thinking to just kick back and not go anywhere.
However an event at PSU caught my attention and I grabbed a bus, only to find the published time on the poster had no bearing on reality. The doors to the Smith Ballroom were still locked as of 6:17 PDT.
If you were already going with the flow as a PSU student, that wouldn't much matter, however in trying to land coming in from the outside, as a member of the general public, I just got confused, encountering locked doors, and took Tri-Met home again. Having my cell phone die also restricted my degrees of freedom (in terms of ways to pay or find a ride).
I'd bounced around the 'hood earlier that day, testing the legs for new aches and pains, and contemplating a haircut. I need to stay in interview mode, which I'd say I am, and plan to shake hands.
A thing I read on my smartphone told me the top ten things to do every day and one of them was shake hands a lot. Another was do your chores. I wonder if I can find that article again in this fish tank we call the Web. I didn't bookmark it. Found it. Really? Just men? Oh, I see.
Anyway, no haircut occurred as Sam Lanahan was soon to come over with a shipment of Flextegrity, the remnants of "Big e" as Glenn and I called it, a spiral, now cut in pieces. There's a project afoot to do something new with it.
Sam took us to Portland Fish House where we discussed philosophy and the Lanahan family heritage back through Baltimore to the original US citizen who'd arrived from Ireland as the name suggests. The Lanahan distillery burned in the great fire that wiped out much of the harbor area. San Francisco and Chicago also had great fires, as did London (at least one).
As you may have guessed by now, my use of "pinball" was metaphorical. However a new pinball parlor has just opened, where Mt. Tabor Theater used to be. I have every intention of paying a visit. Patrick attests the machines are in great shape and in wide variety.
Playing computer games was another item on that list of ten. Anyway, "lists of ten" are all over the place if you're into the genre. I'm sure you can find one or make one up, that reinforces whatever habits you're keen to reward.
Glenn is reading that heavy German philosophy featuring Bubbles, Globes and Foam. Given his fascination with the Geoscope (aka Macroscope) as a concept, the syllabus is fitting. He wrote the author's name on a napkin for Sam, whereas I recommended Culture and Value by Ludwig Wittgenstein.
Glenn also showed me this great Math Kit book (photo above) rescued by a dumpster diver. And speaking of dumpsters, I should mention I also drove to Beaverton with a load of styrofoam for recycling. Quite the game of pinball.
However an event at PSU caught my attention and I grabbed a bus, only to find the published time on the poster had no bearing on reality. The doors to the Smith Ballroom were still locked as of 6:17 PDT.
If you were already going with the flow as a PSU student, that wouldn't much matter, however in trying to land coming in from the outside, as a member of the general public, I just got confused, encountering locked doors, and took Tri-Met home again. Having my cell phone die also restricted my degrees of freedom (in terms of ways to pay or find a ride).
I'd bounced around the 'hood earlier that day, testing the legs for new aches and pains, and contemplating a haircut. I need to stay in interview mode, which I'd say I am, and plan to shake hands.
A thing I read on my smartphone told me the top ten things to do every day and one of them was shake hands a lot. Another was do your chores. I wonder if I can find that article again in this fish tank we call the Web. I didn't bookmark it. Found it. Really? Just men? Oh, I see.
Anyway, no haircut occurred as Sam Lanahan was soon to come over with a shipment of Flextegrity, the remnants of "Big e" as Glenn and I called it, a spiral, now cut in pieces. There's a project afoot to do something new with it.
Sam took us to Portland Fish House where we discussed philosophy and the Lanahan family heritage back through Baltimore to the original US citizen who'd arrived from Ireland as the name suggests. The Lanahan distillery burned in the great fire that wiped out much of the harbor area. San Francisco and Chicago also had great fires, as did London (at least one).
As you may have guessed by now, my use of "pinball" was metaphorical. However a new pinball parlor has just opened, where Mt. Tabor Theater used to be. I have every intention of paying a visit. Patrick attests the machines are in great shape and in wide variety.
Playing computer games was another item on that list of ten. Anyway, "lists of ten" are all over the place if you're into the genre. I'm sure you can find one or make one up, that reinforces whatever habits you're keen to reward.
Glenn is reading that heavy German philosophy featuring Bubbles, Globes and Foam. Given his fascination with the Geoscope (aka Macroscope) as a concept, the syllabus is fitting. He wrote the author's name on a napkin for Sam, whereas I recommended Culture and Value by Ludwig Wittgenstein.
Glenn also showed me this great Math Kit book (photo above) rescued by a dumpster diver. And speaking of dumpsters, I should mention I also drove to Beaverton with a load of styrofoam for recycling. Quite the game of pinball.
