The recent spate of ass-kickery on the part of our beloved leader of the free world makes me a little sad. I admit that, were I in a situation like his, I'd probably respond with an air of Midwestern unflappability as well, and I can imagine a situation in which people would prod me. "Don't you feel angry about anything?" Actually, I'm kind of flashing back to what, twelve years ago? during a period of love anguish, and I think back then, my response was, well, Midwestern unflappability. In a lot of ways, the pain of acting out of character is worse than the pain of no-one understanding why you aren't overturning tables. The whole thing reminds me a bit of how much we missed by not electing Walter Mondale in 1984.
Now I'm going to talk about something that is not politics!
ACTIVITY UNIVERSAL ASSOCIATES
AT THE ST. JOHN'S FARMERS MARKET
There will be toddlers dancing, or at least I hope so.
Link to guerrilla footage of last year's event:
I left the Portland area for the first time in ages on Saturday when my brother invited us out for a spontaneous sunny-day trip to the beach. It was kind of wild being outside of TriMet range for a little while. I think the plan might be to take a little trip early next week. Someday I may have to update my vehicle so I can actually go over hills in an automobile. And to bring things full circle: I got the blue egg car about twelve years ago, it, too, being Midwestern (Canadian) and also a little unflappable; feed it problems, feed it hills, and it soldiers on wheezingly, without breakdowns.