I think my favorite thing about this giant robot is that his chest lets you know what he is, just in case you aren’t familiar with robots.
Look at that snow fall! As you can see, it’s not sticking to the roads, but snow in March is not a Portland thing!
I’m afraid this pretty brick mid-century multi-unit apartment building is not long for this world as it seems to be unoccupied. But the tree is making the most of the season.
Matt and I took a drive to check out Battleground Lake, which a coworker had recommended as a potential summer swimming hole.
After a pleasant drive we found a small little lake with some nice hiking trails.
We walked around the inner hiking path and then longer the longer path that doesn’t have lakeside views.
The lake didn’t seem to have a lot of places to hang out when not swimming, but did seem like a fun place to swim, once swimming season happens. Until then, these birds reign supreme.
It was a fun excursion and I look forward to coming back when it’s swimming weather.
Sometimes I get off the MAX train early and walk across the Broadway Bridge to get to work. In the last few years, this situation has evolved. There used to be parking spaces that weren’t very well signaged, then the bike lane, then the car lane. Things have been rearranged into bike lane, then a space for walking, then the parking spaces, then the lane for cars. You can even see the bit of crosswalk that has been added.
So why does this bug me? Because that place for walking was made for the people who have driven their cars and parked. It is not for people walking who want to continue to the Broadway Bridge. You can see what happens here:
At the last parking space, the bike lane takes over where the walking space was. As a pedestrian, I am forced to either walk in the bike lane until I hit that crosswalk you can barely see in the distance or cross the bike line and walk in the grass.
While there are probably not a ton of people walking on this street, I think it’s important to include all modes of transportation, not just some.
Matt introduced me to Watergate, where one of us worked to expose the scandal, while the other was Nixon trying to stay in office and avoid resignation.
I enjoyed the historical connection and the game didn’t take very long to explain, which is always a good sign.
Eight days ago, Concordia, a private college located in northeast Portland, announced that the school was closing. Everyone in the middle of their programs—preservice teachers, nursing students, students with one or two semesters left—would need to find a new college to attend. Not two years from now, not after a year, but after the completion of this semester.
The board knew this was coming, but they said nothing. Billboard space continued to be bought, prospective students still toured the school. Tuition payments were still expected.
The school is run by the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod. By withholding important information from tuition paying students, they stole their students’ money.
Concordia built a beautiful campus in Northeast Portland. But I’ve always had trouble with the organization that runs the school. With this move, they’ve showed their true colors and they aren’t looking very Christian.
I realized the day of the ceremony that my antenna doesn’t pull in the television station that was broadcasting the ceremony, but I figured I would use one of the streaming options. My friends were watching it at the Kennedy School and I could have gone to that, but I had planned for the ceremony to coincide with a block of time for cooking. If I skipped the cooking, I would have no food for the week.
It turned out all the ways I could stream the ceremony involved paying $50 for “live TV” in conjunction with YouTube, Hulu and other services. We had already blown through our free trials.
There were a few hours where I wished I could listen to a radio broadcast. But that was not an option either. Eventually I realized that while Matt had used his LiveTV free trail on YouTube, that I had not. So I signed up and watched the ceremony on my phone in the kitchen.
It was a tough nut to crack, but I did it.
I was awake and reading in bed when I heard a hubbub at the Oregon Motel. Such hubbubs aren’t unusual for that property, so I didn’t investigate. But then I smelled something. Looking out my window told me what was burning.
I woke up Matt and had him make sure the fire trucks were coming while I grabbed the cats’ carriers.
Then we watched from my bedroom window as the firefighters arrived and went to work.
Using their powerful flashlights and a chainsaw, they cut a few holes in the roof.
It was interesting to see how they used the ladder to move around on the roof. They also popped all the covers off the vents.
After that it was time to pack up and drive away.
It was early, but not so early the MAX wasn’t running.
Everyone made it safely out of their motel rooms. Two units caught fire, but the fire did not spread past those units.
I feel lucky that this was as close as we came to fire and I’m glad that no one was harmed.
Former coworker Zoe and I used these notepads to make lists of things to do. Zoe even went a step further and cut up the used pages to make scratch paper from the back.
You would think I could order more, but I cannot, because I broke up with Quill. And someone bought much too many of the same size of notepad but wide ruled (inferior!) so I have to use all of those before I can get back to the recycled paper college ruled aesthetic of these notepads.
But I’ve enjoyed these notepads while they’ve lasted.