Issues Resolved

Two years ago, when I was publishing drivel at a faster rate, I shared my conflict with the Olympics. For two weeks the summer games test me. I have four years to recover. "Why not two years?" you ask. I'll tell you. Almost all of the athletes look the same. Their snow suits covering their finally tuned bodies, or their bobsled pushing huskiness.

A more evolved observer might not have these dilemmas, but I have apparently not grown up that much in the last two years. We are, however, left with the faces. Lindsey Vonn is kind of pretty, but I'm pretty sure that her face and head is bigger than mine, and that bothers me in admittedly superficial ways. In the women's moguls, I am not ashamed to say that I was fully cheering for Jennifer Heil (silver medalist from Canada) instead of the Americans. Jennifer Heil was the hottest athlete at the games. Yes, I know she looks a little like a rabbit, but it works.

I guess I have been forgetting about figure skating, but I have a few problems that make it hard for me to fully appreciate it. It is primarily a judged sport, which leaves too much to subjectivity. The ladies are too young looking to factor into my neurosis, and they wear those nude colored whatever you call them, and those always kind of creep me out. My career is movement, so I'm not saying I can't appreciate some of it, but I can't really get into it.

I don't have any more commentary on these games, except to say that for all the flack that curling gets, I was really hoping to catch some matches. After all, how much figure skating can a guy take?

Nobody Is From Portland

A week or so ago I arrived in Portland, and am very excited about it. I was warned by all kinds of fellow Californians that the people in Oregon hate Californians, but the truth is, I haven't yet met many people who are from here. The apartment manager was from Northern California. The leasing agent from Southern California. The guy who delivered my bed from California. I think the guy who sold me the bed was from here, but he's the exception. The friend of a friend I met up with is from the Mid-West. Her boyfriend from Australia. The last two were the ones who told me that nobody is really from Portland. I suspect that another acquaintance or two that I have yet to meet up with are actually from Portland, but right now I don't feel like a trespasser.

Another thing, my registration sticker is hopefully in the mail from SoCal from when the housecleaner hid it. My tags are expired, and I was pulled over a couple days ago for having a license plate light out in addition to expired tags. Dude let me go. Combine that with the hot lady cop who pulled over to see if things were alright as I was changing my tire three weeks ago and the fuzz aren't too bad.

I was going to go register my car today, but when looking online there was extra steps to registering if you did not hold title, so I decided to pay off the car instead. If I can slap the sticker on in the next day or so that will buy me another 80 days of driving without having to go to the DMV. But the nice thing is that when I do have to go, at least my car will be paid for.

Oh, one thing could suck. Apparently Multnomah County is the only county in Oregon that does smog checks. I have a feeling that with the modifications done to my little ride that we might not pass. I guess we might be going to PDX Tuning after all... But that can wait until I'm getting paychecks.