Portland: We’re so broke our mayor can’t afford a grown-up boyfriend OR his mortgage

by Steve, June 22nd, 2009

…but at least he didn’t break any laws, at least not that he can be successfully prosecuted for!

WooT!

(Thank goodness for Adams that his paramour is a lying sack of you-know-what, and that there were no other witnesses. Else, things might have come out differently!)

Thanks for keeping Portland weird, Sam! Now, where’s my damn baseball stadium?

(Props to Wacky Mommy for the title of this post, originally intended for a bumper sticker… stay tuned for that.)

Eat the rich!

by Steve, June 18th, 2009
The World

The World, a cruise ship that has been converted to a cross between a Pearl district condo tower and the world’s largest SUV, has been moored downtown all week. With 165 multi-million dollar condo units, 270 crew members, five restaurants, a pool and a theatre on board, The World has the equivalent of a small municipal power plant on board spewing carbon and particulates into our fair city for the benefit of its ultra-rich owners. Continuous circumnavigation is a hell of a lifestyle, but not exactly what you’d call “green” or “sustainable.”

The Oregonian ran a cute little puff piece today, giving credence to cruise ship industry flacks (“Travel experts”) claiming these people are spending $125 a day per couple in Portland during their stay. The travel agency that arranged their shore leave claims it could closer to $400.

Breakfast on the world

Whoopee!!

Meanwhile, as the idle, profligate rich enjoy breakfast on their balcony, and as we bask in the glory (envy?) of their extravagant lifestyle, the City of Portland announced the elimination of 90 jobs previously thought safe, with another 45 jobs in jeopardy and furloughs for those lucky enough to keep their jobs.

The new Gilded Age is upon us.

Strawberries!

by Steve, June 14th, 2009


They just keep coming… we’re freezing, making jam, and eating fresh!

The neighbors had a visitor today

by Steve, June 13th, 2009

Not a stork, a blue heron. Checking out their fish pond, no doubt.

Amanda speaks for me

by Steve, June 12th, 2009

With all the hullabaloo surrounding our very own scion of a Bush crony begging public money for his private sports teams, and with the rump of Oregon’s infamous Goldschmidt gang doing his bidding, it sure is nice to have Amanda Fritz on the city council.

As reported in the Willamette Week today, Fritz sent a comprehensive condemnation (PDF) of the plan to put a baseball stadium in Lents Park to her council colleagues. It’s a great read, but if you’re in a hurry, here’s the gist of it:

I oppose any proposal that uses Portland taxpayers’ money, including urban renewal funds, to build sports facilities. If the PGE renovations for soccer and construction of a modest stadium for baseball cannot be accomplished using spectator and visitor taxes, the private interests desiring professional sports teams in Portland should pay the balance.

Nick Fish  is also thought to be opposed to this nonsense, with Randy Leonard and Sam Adams heading up the magical thinking crowd pushing this deal forward. (Adams’ old mentor Vera Katz is lobbying for the deal.)

Dan Saltzman will likely be the swing vote on any deal, and has issued a list of conditions for his support.

Now would be a good time to drop Amanda a line thanking her for her principled stand, and also to Dan to urge him to oppose this boondoggle.

What happens when kids grow up.

by Steve, June 7th, 2009


Not a random grouping of letters.

The best therapy there is

by Steve, June 7th, 2009

Garden report:

  • weeded and thinned: beets, carrots
  • harvested: the rest of the spinach, strawberries
  • direct-seeded: pole beans, winter squash, zucchini
  • transplanted: tomatoes, cuke, jalepeño
  • pruned: Rose of Sharon
  • confirmed: ladybugs released by junior yesterday are hanging out in the potatoes
  • anticipating soon: raspberries, blueberries, new potatoes

Ladybugs

Banda Brothers

by Steve, June 5th, 2009

Dime Caridad

Raspberry Cool-down

by Steve, May 23rd, 2009

I don’t know what else to call this, especially after drinking one. Check it out:
1 pint frozen raspberries from last year’s harvest
3 ice cubes
3 shots vodka
4 fl. oz. club soda
3 T. sugar

Blend the hell out of it, and share it with your lover on the front porch in the sun after a day of yard work.

Guaripumpe

by Steve, May 19th, 2009

Poncho Sanchez at Montreux, 2004