My connection to the net is broken this morning.
But what can you expect from a struggling, bureaucratic urban university with political in-fighting that would make Kenneth Starr blush?
Last Saturday, I threw on my new inline skates and bladed down to Waterfront Park, which runs the length of the West side of the Willamette River throughout downtown Portland. It is a great park to blade in, because there is a wide sidewalk just up against the rail that looks over into the river.
So I stopped by Saturday Market--which is worth the time if you've got it and you're in Portland--for a bite to eat. That done, I skated to the other side of the park, threw down a blanket, and continued to read The Brothers Karamazov.
Yesterday was very quiet, and I spend most of the day alone in a very quiet place.
Today is the first of the two days I am working this week. We get Friday off, but I have a friend who is getting married on Saturday in Seattle, so I'm headed up to the Emerald City (hah! not so green when compared with Portland) to celebrate the wedding.
I leave on Wednesday morning for the Olympic National Forest, where we will spend the rest of the week in tents or a cabin.
Saturday, Ryan and Heather tie the knot, and Sunday, I ride the train home.
The one thing especially nice about weddings is the good number of old friends involved. I know I'll see my share of them, and I'm excited about it.
Guitars, cigars, tents, tuxedos, and old friends.
