Memories
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The holidays: more than just the individual.
I’ll be honest – this year, Christmas isn’t really exciting to me. My mom died just over a year ago, and the holidays are so much harder than I ever imagined they would be. Perhaps if I had kids or a bigger family, I’d be more into the holiday despite my mom no longer being with us. Now it’s just my dad and I, as well as my girlfriend. I remember several years ago, I was playing a goofy Christmas song. A family friend asked “can we please stop the Christmas music?” He had no family left, save for a brother whom he barely talked to. I now understand his…
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What should one wear to the hospital?
As many of my readers know, my mom has been in the hospital and at one point it didn’t look like she was going to make it. While she’s on the up now, she’s got a long road ahead – even now. If that wasn’t stressful enough, I’ve found myself putting a lot more stock in an everyday question. Every time I’ve gone to visit her, I’ve asked myself “what do I wear?” Let me step back….I have a lot of t-shirts, and unless I’m working – I tend to default to said t-shirts. I love my polos I wear to work, but they all seem so plain when I…
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The best April Fool’s gag ever played on me
I love April Fool’s day. And it’s only gotten better with the rise of the internet. You have Think Geek’s phony products, reddit’s annual prank, Google, Netflix….they all seem to be in on the April Fool’s merriment. There’s also the individual pranks. This year in Dead Memories Portland, I convinced a good portion of the group that they would discontinue selling Best Food’s Mayonaise in favor of selling Hellman’s nationwide. Some were exhuberant, some not so. I’m pretty sure there’s some that still don’t know it’s a joke. There’s also the string of silly pranks – tape on the bottom of a coworker’s optical mouse, or maybe a fake roach…
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The toys on the bus goes round, round, round…
It was an average day on a Portland bus, or so I thought. But as I boarded the 4 headed downtown, I found that it was hardly an average day. I took my seat towards the front of the bus, and noticed my fellow passengers all seemed to have a wide range of facial expressions. I saw disgust, I saw delight, I saw disturbance, dumbfoundedness, and in one passenger’s eyes, I even saw a bit of desire. It was quite the array of emotions. Despite the smorgasbord of emotions, not one of them seemed to have a look of disinterest. For on the floor, rolling all over the bus, was…
