All Things Must Come To An End

Well I guess this is it. The final post for my summer cross-country adventures. It's been a little bit since I left Portland so I'll stick with the exciting parts rather than a day by day play. I believe I left off at was the weekend of the 4th of July. What a wonderful day. Everyone congregated over at Ryan, Jeremy, and Chris's house for brunch (which didn't end up being ready till about 3pm...) The next 5 hours were spent with at least 10 people who were all drinking beer, making bloody marys, and chain smoking cigarettes on the front porch.
The aftermath.
Not sure of any of you remember Sparks, the alcoholic energy drink, but Seth and Cale made an effort to make some using an online recipe. It involved a 1:1 can of King Cobra malt liquor to can of Red Bull ration. And mix in some crushed up Pez for flavor's sake.
Jeremy chillin' on the porch.
After we ate we biked over the the Hotbox for an even bigger BBQ.

The next day I returned to the lake to hang out with Kaitlin and some of her friends again. On Wednesday her, Helen (her friend), and I decided to take a day trip to Cannon Beach. We picked a good day too cause it was about 100 degrees outside. I tried to go swimming but only made it up to my ankles before my feet went numb and I decided to just nap on the sand for the rest of the day.

Friday I headed back into Portland because the day before (Thursday) Mauro and Hannah (friends from NC who were in Seattle) told me they were coming to Oregon to see me!! First night we were there Cale took us to some house show. The band was fun but I had never seen that high of a concentration of hipsters in my entire life. It was a little scary. We tried to go to the pool afterward to cool off from all the dancing. Apparently half the party also had this idea and about 60 seconds after I hoped the fence the cops showed up. Bare foot and shirtless I jumped back over and ran to the car, acquiring a few scrapes and losing one of my favorite socks in the process.

Saturday we went to a street fair in Mississippi (the neighborhood, not the state.) It was a little boring but I did find a food cart that specialized in waffle sandwiches. For 4.50 I got a huge waffle, folded in half like a taco, and filled with maple syrup and sausage patties. Sooooo goooddd!!!!!

Mauro and Hannah left early Monday morning. After that Bekah and I had planned to hitchhike to the Colombia gorge but found ourselves too lazy to do it. Instead I posed for my portrait and Bekah painted me:
Yes I am naked and surrounded by a ring of discarded clothes.

Tuesday Cale's friend Maarvi came into town (she's super cool) and Wednesday morning I had to bid farewell to all my new friends :'[ I miss them very much.

My last 2 days were spent packing and hanging with Kaitlin/her friends.

A license plate I found in my uncles neighborhood with an interesting choice of numbers:

Taking the red eye I arrived at RDU at 8:30am Friday morning. My friend Becky picked me up from the airport but wait... instead of taking the highway back east towards Raleigh she started going west. And we were off to Chicago for the weekend. SURPRISE!!

The first night Becky and Brynn crashed at the hostel while I went to a party with the Couch Surfing host we would be staying with for the rest of the weekend. Her name was Stephanie and her and her friends were wonderful.
The next day we went to the beach; as you can see by Becky's excited expression:And we rode the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier. The city was beautiful. Great obelisks of glass and metal towered like guardians over the cool waterfront. By evening it would hide in their shadows. That night we went to a venue called the Subterranean and saw Cloud Nothing (some random opener) and Kurt Vile. It was a super show.

Sunday was the day we had all come for: Pitchfork. After breakfast we arrived and saw music (almost non-stop) all day. Cave, Best Coast, Washed Out, Beach House, Lightning Bolt, Surfer Blood, Major Lazer, Neon Indian, Sleigh Bells, and Pavement: in that order. Probably one of the best days of my life. After the festival Brynn and Becky went to a nearby venue to see Cap n' Jazz while I, being exhausted from the craziest show of my life (Sleigh Bells) went back to rejoin Stephanie and her friend Lea.

Monday we tried to go to some museums, most of which were closed. By the time we made it to the aquarium I was exhausted. It was $30 so I decided to take a nap under a tree while the girls gazed at sea creatures. After they finally found me and woke me up we got some deep dish pizza and headed to Wrigley stadium to watch a cubs game. They were playing the Houston Astros. They got creamed. We left during the 8th inning. The score was 10 to 5.

Early the next morning we made a quick run to Target to get toilet paper, milk, and cheap silverware for Stephanie as a thank you gift for having us stay. After we said our reluctant goodbyes we were back on the road for a quick 13 hour car ride to NC.

Now I'm finally back in Raleigh. It's been awhile. I missed it but it feels strange not being in a new place anymore. It'll take some getting used to. To fall back into the same ol' same ol'. My wonderful summer adventures have finally come to an end... Or have they?

Giant Asheville

So I know I've been a neglectful parent. It's been over 2 weeks now since my last update. But that's only because I've been so busy with new friends and a new city.
So lets start from the beginning, shall we?: After hanging out with Becca I spent the rest of the week being mildly bored at the Lake (Oswego.) But by the next Friday the fun was full force again. I met up with Becca and some of her friends. A few of them were going to see some recently made cult classic called The Room. A movie that was created in all seriousness, by a man who claims to be American (despite his thick accent and broken English) and won't say where he got the money to fund the movie, to show all the hardships of American life. During the first showing the audience laughed so hard (because it was so bad; effects, acting, plot, dialogue) that he started claiming it was intentionally a dark comedy. Essentially it was the worst movie I have ever seen in my life. And at the same time the movie that I've probably laughed hardest during. People were drinking in the theater, screaming, and throwing plastic spoons at the screen every time a spoon appeared in a shot.

Not only was the movie fun but Tommy Wiseau, the director of this steaming pile, was there for a Q&A and costume contest. Above is a picture of my friend Cale fist-pounding Tommy. Note: all new friends mentioned in Portland are students of Reed University, a truly magical sounding school.

The next day consisted of mainly the same thing. Becca, along with my new friends Kylie and Jeremy, went to see the new Harmony Korine movie, Trash Humpers. I can't really say whether it was a good movie or not but Harmony did not make it with the intention of it being a movie. He described it more as something he would want to be found in the trash, or floating down the river in a plastic bag. The reason why I knew he said this is because he was at the theater for a quick talk about the movie and afterward a Q&A. People took it way to seriously.

Sunday was father's day so I returned to the Lake. The cousins, Uncle Tom, and I set off on a day trip around the legendary Mt. Hood. As you can see below there were a lot of waterfalls...
..And picture taking.
The inn at the top of Mt. Hood. Once we started to get close to the summit I, being the only one awake, was awestruck when I realized that the dirt around the road had become several feet of snow and ice under about an inch of dirt. Not something that I expected to see when I woke up on that rainy June morning.
Ridiculous hot chocolate at the resort on top of the mountain. This is also where they filmed all the outside scenes from The Shinning.. A little unnerving since I had just seen it for the first time about a week before.

Again the following few days were spent at the Lake. Lots of movies watched, lots of things read.
Wednesday I got to meet some of my cousin Kaitlin's (the younger one) friends. The two of us had spent the day wandering around NW Portland (downtown) and were eventually joined by a larger group of giggling, high school girls. They were nice but we didn't have much in common. That evening a party was thrown at her friends house and I attended. School had just gotten out. Much celebrating was had.

Having gotten little sleep I spent the next day recovering and napping until about 6pm when I decided to take the bus into the city to meet up with my Reed friends. I arrived 3 hours later, having changed countless buses and going in every direction. Since then I've managed to get a better grasp on how the bus system works and rarely make mistakes. I missed dinner but much drinking and merriment were had to the mark the end of Becca's first week of summer classes (microbiology).

The next few days were spent with new friends in parks, around dinner tables, in shops, and on porches.
This is just a silly picture I snapped with my phone. Watch out for those deaf children; they'll getcha.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night I slept at a farming collective called The Big Pink (Monster.) Named so for the giant plywood teeth hung around the porch and the two windows on the front side, creating eyes. This was the residence of my aforementioned friend Kylie. A house of 11 residents it reminded me so much of Pearson house in Asheville. Only with a little more emphasis on gardening.

Saturday I attended Alice's birthday party at a house called the Hotbox. I got to meet/talk with a lot of new people.

Sunday marked the final day of Pedalpalooza; a two week long bike festival that had been going on (events included: naked bike ride.) Kylie, Jeremy, and Cale biked to the Bike Faire that was the day's final event. It was fun but not much was going on. So we met up with others: Jeannie, Kurt, Ryan, Bekah (different from Becca), and Chris at the food carts for dinner. Afterward about half the group biked to the park for snacking and beer. And finally half of that group (Ryan, me, Cale, Jeremy, Bekah) biked to a wonderful place called the Rimsky Korsakoffee House, named appropriately for after the Russian author. The cafe resided in a large, beautifully furnished house off of 12th st. I had been warned before hand to watch out for the haunted tables; one of which we sat at. I put my phone on the table and nothing seemed to happen, so I quickly forgot about the ghosts and engaged my friends in conversation. When I went to grab my phone to check the time I found it at the other side of the table, near Ryan. At first I thought he had taken it but then realized the table itself was turning so slowly that it was not noticeable if watched. I found out later that there was another table that slowly moved up and down, to about the height of an average sized person's chest. We all split 3 sundaes and then I happened upon the most interesting bathroom I've ever been in.
This terribly creepy mannequin sat in a kayak in the corner.
And these feet dangled off a dock painted on the ceiling. Everything was blue. A woman was painted on the wall and her hands reached out, into our world, to hold the roll of toilet paper.

Monday morning I crept back to the Lake, watched more movies, and helped my uncle set up his beautiful stereo system.

Wednesday I received a message from Cale saying that people were going to the Oaks Park carnival that evening. I quickly packed my bags and got a ride over to his house (known as the School House; residence: Cale, Sara, Kurt, Jeannie, Mamie, and Philip, who I have yet to meet because he is out of town but apparently the most charming ladies man ever. The housemates blame it on his red satin sheets.) The carnival was a blast. Almost everyone mentioned above came along with a few other unmentioned friends. It was good to see just how hard all my new friends could laugh. We went on the bumper cars twice.

Now we finally reach today. I woke up this morning and walked to a vegan restaurant with Bekah to visit our friend Kurt at work. Bekah left and I was picked up by Cale, Chris, Ryan, and Ryan's friend Will. We had a boys day out that consisted of Powell's and lunch at The Hot Pot (an Asian restaurant where they give you pots of broth on hot plates and you add what meat and veggies you want and let them cook. Somewhat like fondue.) Now I'm sitting at the School House and I'm about to go over to Reed's campus with Sara and Kurt

Conclusion: Portland is exactly like a large version of Asheville. I miss NC...

Delay

Sorry there haven't been any new updates lately. I've been staying on friends couches (without internet/computer) in the city for the past few days. Once I'm back in Lake Oswego I'll catch all of you up on everything. Plus I have some new pictures.

WARNING: This Post Will Be Long, Pictureless, and Adventure-Filled

Dear Readers,

It's been a long time since my last post. I've got a lot to catch up on and no longer have access to a digital camera (as of now).

Last Sunday/Monday morning: Showed up to Elizabeth's (Taylor's girlfriend) bday around 9pm. Lots of people in the 30's and Miller High Life and Jameson. Taylor took over the grill and made some delicious burgers, which were accompanied with corn, potatoes w/bacon, and salad; all delicious. Some people left, new ones took their place, and finally the remainder decided to go to this guys apartment to use his pool. The place was in the French Quarter, relatively close to the Three Legged Dog. Beautiful wood paneling and decor to match filled the rooms from wall to wall. Much fun and splashing was had in the pool. Too much splashing led to the EMS being called but in the end everyone was fine. I left shortly afterward, around 8:30am and never saw any of them again. Except Taylor of course.

Late Wednesday: My parents and little brother arrived in town for a visit. The next few days consisted of: lots of good food, being an unlicensed tour guide, a family-filled trip to the aquarium, beignets, and a few ever depressing strolls down Bourbon st. This is also when Amanda and I started watching the first season of Twin Peaks. So wonderful <3

Saturday night: After showing my parents Frenchmen Ave., them being relatively unamused, and their departure I happened upon 3 girls: Sarah, Ruby, and Luna. We immediately become friends and I tagged along with them for the rest of the evening. We met many people, drank cheap convenient store alcohol, and some bought certain homemade cookies from a very friendly man who looked about our age. After showing them around my house one of them suggested that we go to a dance party at a local bar. Little did they know that this happened to be Bounce Night at St. Roch. I was very excited when I learned this and danced the night away yet again. I also happened upon 2 other Zac(k)(h)'s and we all discussed the joys of being named after Zadkiel (one of the first 3 angels ever created; the angel of omnipresence.)

Monday: My last day in New Orleans :''''[ Spent the morning with my family and Amanda, eating and saying goodbyes. (See you in a month guys!!) Afterward we went clothes shopping at a couple of hip places on Magazine St. in Uptown. Around the evening we picked up my friend Sarah from a few nights before and we all watched Dead Man, my favorite movie of all time. After the movie and Sarah's departure Amanda, Andy (one of my housemates) and I went to Flanagan's to pay our respects to the end of my New Orleanian voyage and to give my regards to my favorite bar tender, Huggy. Andy left early but Amanda and I stayed till 4am; just enough time to watch the season finale of Twin Peaks season 1, take a shot of The Kraken, and head to the airport.
To New Orleans: You are the most friendly, accommodating, and (second) dirtiest city I have ever been to. I made so many good friends in you that I'll definitely keep in contact and had some wild and unforgettable adventures. I'm sure I'll see you again in the future cause baby, I know you'll treat me right.

Monday: Slept off all the alcohol on the plane ride and arrived in Portland, OR, land of bikes and white people, around 11am Pacific time. I'm not staying in Portland proper but rather an outlying (ultra-white, even for Portland standards) suburb of the city called Lake Oswego. Not much happened this first day. I settled in, helped my uncle move some floor panels, saw a little of downtown with my cousin Kristina, and had dinner with family (Tom (uncle), Kristina (cousin), and Kaitlin (cousin)) and 2 of Kaitlin's friends.

Tuesday: Finally, I've arrived at today. Which was a blast by the way. I woke up around 11:30am (after not sleeping any the night before), watched the first episode of Twin Peaks season 2 (I'm obsessed with it now), and gave Molly's friend Becca a call. My good friend Molly went to high school with this girl in LA, California and recommended her as a future friend. She was certainly right. Fate possibly working in my favor, it just so happens that she had decided to take the day off of work and had no plans. Becca was wonderfully friendly and even offered to come pick me up at my house. A student at Reed, she's lived in the city for a couple of years now. Incredibly intelligent, engaging, and pretty we clicked right away. We first went downtown to the famous VooDoo donuts and had 2 sugary sensations called The Old Dirty Bastard and The Laura Palmer (yes, named after the murdered girl from Twin Peaks!!) She showed me around her campus, took me to get coffee, showed me an amazing vintage store, and chose a ring of food carts for dinner. I was too busy having non-stop conversations with my new friend to particularly care where we were headed but all of our stops were worth while. Having to work early the next morning she dropped me back at my house around 8:30 and promised to give me a call this weekend to hang out yet again.
Now I just have to find new friends and new ways to occupy my time during the rest of the week. Tomorrow I'm going into the city solo. There's a Run DMT show tomorrow night so maybe I'll be able to meet some new people there.

ATTENTION Mailers

Anything mailed after tomorrow, June 5th, should probably be addressed to my Oregon residence. Just to be safe.

1714 Greentree Road
Lake Oswego, OR 97034

Plants, Animals, and Sicilian Drug Dealers

Wednesday evening I just happened to stumble upon an excepted event. The Chapel Hill based band Lost in the Trees was on tour with Plants and Animals and the both of them just happened to be playing that night at One Eyed Jack's. I didn't have any specific plans so I decided to go. Both bands had rather different sounds; Lost in the Trees being more singer/songwritery accompanied with a team of many stringed instruments, tuba, accordion, and xylophone, while Plants and Animals was more traditionally rocky with some obvious Jam elements. Someone in that band was probably a big fan of Phish. They were all really nice people and I talked to some of the guys in Lost in the Trees about hailing from NC for awhile. Most of the people in the audience seemed to have come with their significant others and were being lost in their own coupley worlds but I managed to make some friends/get digits with a couple of girls and their soft spoken male companion. So now that Amanda is working the night shift (11pm-7am) I have a few more friends to show me about the night life. I think they were from Uptown, so maybe I'll get to find out what secrets that part of town holds now.


Lost in the Trees (Chapel Hill, NC) = nice fellows


They even came down and played acoustically in the crowd for awhile.


Plants and Animals (Canadian). A little jammy but fun to dance to.


So Thursday was a little stranger. My friend Taylor was having his old college buddy and her boyfriend come visit for awhile and he was getting a bunch of people together to go to the Country Club upon their arrival. The Country Club, mainly a gay establishment, is some kind of private club with bar and clothing optional pool. I didn't show up till about 9:30 so most of the rounded, naked bodies were cloaked in night. Taylor's friends were drunk, jovial, and had many good things to say when I told them I was from Asheville. Shortly after I arrived a very drunk, very fat, very naked Sicilian/French man decided to make friends with all of us. According to him he is related to Marie Antoinette, making him French royalty, and his family is also heavily involved with the mafia. Mostly he was just a rich boy artist, who made some extra cash on the side by selling drugs. He asked everyone if they were interested in making a purchase from his large stock of Valium but there were few takers. The get together ended shortly afterward (so much for my $8 entrance fee) and I decided to go home and have a surrealist movie marathon with Amanda and our housemate Andy.


P.S. Last week the locally loved sketchy convenient store, Vertimart, burned down. Money is currently being raised through shows and other benefits to push it towards a speedy recovery.
Below is a picture of the Vertimart memorial wall, which is located on one of the pieces of plywood covering up its no longer existent windows.


May we have a moment of silence for Vertimart...

Dancin' in the Club

So I don't have any pictures to add to the experience of this post but I'm starting to fall behind and need to catch up on posting before even more exciting things happen.

Saturday: Hung out with Otto for awhile as he was selling art on the street. This guy named Erik also came and joined our conversation for awhile. He was a tall black man and extremely energetic and excited about quitting his prescription Xanax bars; a decision he had made 3 days earlier and had resulted in him having not slept since. After drinking with friends Amanda eventually joined us and we decided to follow Otto and Erik to St. Roch; it was "bounce night." St. Roch is the local bar that has been claimed by krust punk kids. The part of town it resides in is a tad sketchy but on "bounce night" the bar is packed with punk and ghetto kids all trying to do the same thing: get their booty dancin' on. The DJ was great, and though I had not booty danced since 9th grade homecoming, it was a lot of fun. Dancing with friends and strangers a like, we didn't end up leaving until almost 5 in the morning. At some point there were these 2 girls that were dancing in the middle of the floor. Their dancing became more exaggerated until it basically looked like they were trying to have sex right there in front of everyone. I went outside and missed what happened next but apparently it ended with a fight and one of them being thrown out of the bar. St. Roch is a bizarre place.

Last night: Finally got to see my first house show in New Orleans. I excepted it to run on the same time schedule as Raleigh house shows, if not worse, but I was mistaken. When I got there I caught the end of the last band. They were good, but over too soon. So I mingled, talked to friends, and tried to meet new people, despite the fact that I was not feeling that socially adept at the time. I'm glad I got to go though. My friend Takiaya was leaving town directly from the party and I got to say goodbye as she was heading out for the interstate. She said she's going to try and head for Asheville eventually so I'll hopefully see her again. Otto is also leaving tomorrow but is also going to eventually try to head home along a path that takes him through Asheville.

I suppose this is the nature of living in such a transient place. Everyone's on the move all the time and just as soon as you make new friends, they're gone. But here I am playing the same game. Two more weeks now till I'm off for Portland but damn I'm going to miss this place.

Party Party

So Thursday. It began with a phone call at noon. A phone call that woke me up. It went something like this: "Hello Zac? This is Amanda's grandmother. I'm going to be over at your house in 10 minutes to pick you up. See you soon!" It was to be a long, grueling day of yard work under the hot New Orleanian sun. I was getting paid to do this and Amanda told me not to expect anything less than slave driving from her kin. I didn't have time to eat and was dreading the yard that would receive my blood and tears within the next 20 minutes. My expectations were faulty however. We started off with a trip to a local record store and then sight seeing up on the coast of Lake Pontchartrain. When we finally got to the house Barbara ("grandma" to Amanda) made me lunch. The last time I had seen her she was talking of pulling weeds and moving stones. The first task she had me do was put a list of cellphone numbers into her phone... And I was still getting paid for this. Afterward I set up the BlueTooth headset on her phone; the one she later decided she didn't like and would never use. From there it went to editing photos in iPhoto to a trip to BestBuy for an external hard drive and a lesson on that. By the time we finished it was 8pm. I scored 60 bucks, a bag of groceries, and a promise for at least 1 more call the next week. What a good job!
So after work I immidiately bike over the this birthday party/Zine release party that Otto invited me to:


Otto's actually the one who drew the invite as well. Well it was full of home brew, readings of works, and lots of people I had never met. I talked with some guy named Nick for awhile and 2 British couch surfers. They have all left the city by now... Just my luck. But the house that the party was in was really amazing. There is no security deposit, no lease. It's just passed on between friends and the land lord is totally cool with it. All the walls painted nauseatingly wonderful colors. When the railing on the front porch just fell off Otto just shouts "It's ok! We don't have a security deposit!" After about an hour Otto offers to cut my hair. Here are the results from the side:





It's not really a mohawk, more of a ph(f)at hawk. It's really nice and I can't stop rubbing the sides of my head in public.

Ketchup

It's been awhile since my last update. What to cover?...
Well Monday I spent the day exploring around Uptown again. Just wandered by myself, tried on clothes at vintage stores and AmAppy, and ate pizza. On my way home I ran into that really nice traveler girl again. Her name is Takiaya. Since she was about to go out biking she said when she was back in the area she would stop by my house to hang out. She showed up around 9 and at the same time Otto called me to hang out as well. So Takiaya took Amanda, Otto, and myself "on a date." Which consisted of us playing music with a homeless man, trying to go to a bar called The John (all their chairs are old toilets), watching the beginning of the NeverEnding Story, and coloring. Eventually they left and Amanda and I strolled to Flanagan's where we met another bartender, who works at Mimi's (and used to work for our housemate, Willy, at the Dragon's Den) named Neptune. Him and I bonded over our favorite authors, creative writing, and being general book nerds. Amanda and him bonded over the fact that they both worked in the same national park; only 8 years apart.

On Tuesday my friend Madi flew into town with some friends as a spur of the moment trip induced by the location of dirt cheap airline tickets. But before that we had to go make lunch for Amanda's grandmother. Having heard all kinds of stories about her before hand and entered her house with my head full of preconceived notions. She appeared to be a charming lady but there were signs of a somewhat more crazy personality underneath. Not necessarily in a bad way, but there was obviously more to her than her "nice, little old lady" act. Either way I enjoyed my time there and she even offered to pay me to help her out around the house while Amanda was at work. Afterward, we met up with Madi and her friends and had coffee together, split up (Amanda and I met up with Taylor so we could hang out/give Amanda boy advice, which resulted in some scalding but well deserved text messages), and met up again in the evening so we could show them around Frenchmen St. It was good to catch up with Madi but based on first impressions I didn't seem to have much in common with the others. They wanted to go bar hopping, which I was not interested in on a dead Tuesday night, so we parted ways after a few drinks. Amanda and I proceeded to make the most delicious drunken dinner of veggie-filled omelets, toast, and black beans, while listening to Lil' Wayne and attempting to freestyle rap. It did not go well:

I don't wanna check emails.
I just want to make weed sales.
So let's break out them big scales.

The "famous" corn fence.

A street lamp on the Mardi Gra parade route.

The Kraken

Friday night was a blast! Or I guess by the time the fun started it was Saturday morning. It had been a normal day of waking up late, wandering, and grocery shopping. Around 1am, while I was locked out of the house and waiting for Amanda to get off of work, I met up with Otto. Otto is a krust punk who is probably one of the nicest people I've met so far. He sells prints of his art and his screen printed comic books on the street about a block from our house. We chatted with Old English while we waited for Amanda to come back. At this time I also met several other wonderful people. One was a girl (her name started with a T, but I can't quite remember) who was from Texas but now just traveled about. She got so excited when I told her that I was from Asheville that I gave her my number and said she had my couch to crash on if she was ever in the area. Eventually Amanda appeared but not alone. She was wielding The Kraken. A 96 proof, caramel rum that our friend Courtney had given her the week before for helping her move. I'm not sure who it was but the idea to go swimming was proposed and Otto, knowing a place about a block away, led our expedition. With a quick fence hop, resulting in our shot glass crashing into Otto's face and breaking on the ground, we had arrived. The pool was tiny but sported an adjoining hot tub. Honestly it was the coldest hot tub (or hottest cold tub?) I had ever been in. We splashed about with the Kraken for about 2 hours. It was now almost 5 in the morning. We got dressed and hopped back over the fence. Amanda, having battled the Kraken the most, was too worn out from the battle to bring anything more than a leg over the fence. So she, being the clever one, walked past the front desk and out the door.

Not willing to call it a night Amanda offered to buy us all breakfast at the greasy bar known as Déjà Vu. Our trek was a joyous one and we grew more content with the increasing rose color of the sky as the sun fought to join us. Our breakfast was slimy and we all had a drawing contest which involved much giggling. We entered that dark hole of a bar in the night and when we returned to the world the sun was in full force above our heads. By the time we made it back home and I lied down it was almost 8am.

Nothing New

Not anything new and exciting to report on today. I've been doing the same old same old; coffee shops, walking about, waiting to hear back from jobs. I've realized my money is going faster than I thought so I'm trying to conserve some till I hear about my possible employment so I'm taking a short break from eating out and other expensive activities. Tomorrow night Of Montreal is playing here so I may go to that and they always put on a good show. Amanda had a date last night and it went well. They brought me back sushi and we all watched Totoro on the couch together:


That's about all the updates I have.
Here are a couple of pictures of strange looking things I took yesterday:

A haloed, golden warrior riding a golden horse.


Disco balls.

Relax, My Friend

Tuesday was such a slow day. But I mean that in the best way possible. I started out with the intention of spending the day exploring Uptown. According to the weatherman it was the perfect day to walk around outside, in an unfamiliar place, without a map.
I was there for 2 hours before it started pouring rain. Riding the streetcar back to canal street I bought an ordinary, black umbrella at a nearby Walgreens. The weather immediately proceeded to stab me in the back and clear up for the rest of the day. Not wanting to pay for more back and forth rides on the trolley I decided I'd conquer that part of town another day. The rest of the evening was spent at Envie writing letters, reading short stories, and chatting with a Spanish woman and Rob (the barista on duty who also has a hot date with Amanda today :].)

Wednesday was not much more trying but incredibly more productive. It was my job hunting day. After printing out some résumés I trekked up and down Esplanade Ave and throughout the French Quarter passing them out and filling in applications. It was terribly hot and I was rather smelly by the end of my journey. Despite my smell I feel like I made some rather good impressions. I applied to 1 restaurant, 3 coffee shops, and 1 hip, trendy clothing store. 2 of the coffee shops and the clothing store told me on the spot that they'd contact me by the end of the week to set up interviews.
The next few hours were spent in celebration, on the couch, watching short documentaries with Amanda about various backwoods folk of the US. Once I worked up more traveling energy we went shoe shopping at the local Urban Outfitters to better equip Amanda for her date with Rob and the grocery store to get supplies for our delicious dinner of black bean burgers. The only other odyssey of significance that evening was much later on, when we were hungry again. Amanda told me of a Burger King in Uptown that after midnight makes everything fresh to order because of the inefficiency of keeping cooked meat around with a lack of customer flow. We ventured out and had surprisingly wonderful double cheeseburgers in our bellies before bed.

I'm sorry but I've only taken 1 picture in the past 2 days so I leave you with this:

BIKES BIKES BIKES

Things are looking up after 2 straight days of humidity and rain. The skies are clear and the grease is greasy. By that I mean I started building a bike today! Three blocks from here, in a busted up warehouse, they have a radical lending library called The Iron Rail (which I didn't get a chance to go in today) and the local community bike project: Plan B.


Everyone that was there was super nice. Some cute volunteer named Amy helped me out since I didn't know what the hell I was doing and I got all kinds of tips from other friendly people who were there fixing up their bikes. I even got to give a pointer or two of my own. Since it's only ever open from 2 to 6 I didn't get to work on it long but here is my bad ass mountain bike, the ROADMASTER, before I started working on it:



The thing about New Orleans is that it's completely flat but because the streets are so fucked up trendy little road bikes don't fair too well around town. I'm estimating another 2 visits before I can finish her up. That's my goal at least.

I'm worn out now and may take a nap. But my housemate Andy is bar tending at the Dragon's Den tonight, which means free drinks! What a good day this is turning out to be :D

Pictures of Injury

These are some pictures I took around town of a few different modern ways people have tried to keep people off of their property. And I threw in a picture of a boat for good measure.


This is a ferry on the waterfront at night. This was where I watched a homeless man serenade a really sketched out couple for money.


When people don't want to mess around they jump straight to razor wire. A great way to keep out burglars. And Mardi Gras goers?



I've seen this method used all over the world. And I guess the US in no exception. Broken glass set in cement. The colored glass shone brilliantly in the sunlight, in a hostile kind of way..


This one doesn't even give the trespassers any warning. If you jumped over their front wall at night you'd land straight into their net of rusty barbed wire.

Pictures of Death

These are photos of my second visit to the St. Louise Cemetery.


This is the grave of Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen. The entire grave is covered in these X's for when people ask her to grant their wishes.


Some of her offerings include: Taaka vodka, tea, eggs, hairbrushes, Newport cigarettes, candles, flowers, teddy bears, and lots of pennies.


This is the future tomb of Nicholas Cage. Why a pyramid? Was National Treasure really that great of an accomplishment?


This is the tomb of the Italian club. All the drawers on the side are for your body to decay in for a year before they stuff your remains in a bag, stamp on them, and throw you into the vault with all the rest. This is where they shot part of the movie Easy Rider. It is rumored that Dennis Hopper took acid on set, jumped up on those statues, and lobbed their heads off. Since then no movie has been allowed to be filmed in this cemetery.


This is what happens when your family doesn't take care of your grave and it falls into disrepair.