19th & Lawrence.
Archive for September, 2007
House for haunt
Posted in Eugene on September 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
River carts
Posted in Eugene on September 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Making faces
Posted in Eugene on September 27, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Shovel appreciation
Posted in Eugene on September 26, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Dinodrama
Posted in Eugene, tagged Vignette on September 25, 2007 | 3 Comments »
As Daniel’s bipolar pendulum swings wildly to Angry, he is filled with uncontrollable rage and threatens to drop Izzie off the edge of the world if his running socks are not returned IMMEDIATELY.
Having grown used to his rages, the other dinosaurs decide to wait this one out. Besides, their lives are too busy to find the socks–which would mean cleaning their rooms–and get enough sleep + work out at the gym + talk to their significant others for four hours on the phone every night.
Meanwhile, the beast lurks for Izzie.
September 24
Posted in Eugene on September 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Happy Birthday, mi cielo. My wish for you is the same wish I have for myself this year, “patience with life.” Te amo, tanto.
Perspective
Posted in Eugene, tagged Vignette on September 22, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Dahlia lived in a world constructed from her own imagination. This made washing bowls all day long effortless as long ago she had learned to switch her consciousness from mundane to fan·tas·ti·cal.
Faucetgirl. 17th & Mill.
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In other news: three massage classes left to go. This term, I am taking Pathology I as an independent study from the new massage therapist for the UO Track team! I am really looking forward to learning from him.
Disposable Culture
Posted in Eugene, tagged Vignette on September 21, 2007 | 1 Comment »
After years of service, Buster the Chair is carried out to the sidewalk and left there, exposed, and alone. He wonders what he did wrong. He doesn’t like the sidewalk or the smelly cars that pass by. In fact, he’s a bit agoraphobic and homesick. He misses the bottoms he used to support, the hours of television, and the buzz of friendly conversation. He wants to be taken back in.
But things will only get worse for Buster the Chair. He’s on his way to the dump, the worst place a homesick, agoraphobic chair can end up in. His only comfort will be Lila, the chair below, as her position next to him will shade Buster from the noonday sun and the various streams of urine visited on her by the non-spayed and abandoned dumpster dogs.
Chairs of students moving in and out the week before Fall Term begins.
17th Street and Hilyard.
Transforming urban spaces
Posted in Eugene on September 21, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Eugene will have its very own Park(ing) Day tonight at the ugly parking lot across the street from the Eugene Public Library. 5:00pm-7:00pm.
Ella S. Clark
Posted in Eugene on September 20, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Caution
Posted in Eugene on September 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
5th Street
Posted in Eugene on September 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Buddha with moles
Posted in Eugene on September 17, 2007 | 1 Comment »
The smallest Fine
Posted in Eugene on September 16, 2007 | 1 Comment »
You never know whom you’ll bump into at the Mac counter.
Irene left with two reds, hand-in-hand with Grampa Howie.
Mexican Independence Day
Posted in Uncategorized on September 16, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It’s Mexican Independence Day. Mexicanos, Viva Mexico!
Father
Posted in Eugene on September 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Headstones. Pioneer Cemetery, University of Oregon.
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Later I thought, what one defining word would I want on my headstone? I came up with Pilgrim (although Charlatan, already taken by a good friend of mine, is another fine choice).
Mohawk
Posted in Eugene on September 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Sobrinos
Posted in Eugene on September 13, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Chair
Posted in Eugene on September 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
For Keelin
Posted in Pozos on September 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Keelin, here is the sheep I was telling you about.
In Pozos, it is common to see a man walking a group of 30 or so goats or for a woman to be strolling with three or four of her sheep. They don’t mind having their picture taken.
