“I Don’t Want to be Funny Anymore” Lucy Dacus
This song is thanks to Jan, who recommended it after (I think) the AWOLNation debacle in September.
I love the driving guitar sound, and her voice is so incredibly cool. It’s a great song of surrender.
I do not love reading the YouTube comments. Jesus. How female musicians survive in this world is beyond me.
Outside Posies Bakery and Cafe in Kenton.
I missed taking a picture of these units before the deconstruction began. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if what I’m looking at is renovation or deconstruction and I miss my window.
This was a five or six-unit complex on Interstate between Rosa Parks and Lombard. It wasn’t in the greatest of condition, but probably could have been rehabbed.
Instead, we’re going for deconstruction. Which is too bad. Look at this great fireplace detail!
Stoops
The siding used to be yellow
I am interested to see what replaces it. I guarantee that whatever appears will not be in the financial realm of the tenants who used to live here.
First of all, the list published in the Oregonian was lacking in some categories, as you can tell by my annotations at the bottom.
I enjoy the Oscars, even if they are somewhat tedious. There are usually a few gems in the speeches–most often the ones given by the people who are NOT the big names–and I rarely get to see any live TV, so that’s always interesting. Since this is the one time during the year I watch TV, even the commercials are interesting.
This year proceeded in the normal fashion. Until that last award. Since I had the next day off, I fully immersed myself in reading the playbacks and commentary. I re-watched the video several times. It’s super awkward all the way around, and a massive bummer that Moonlight didn’t get its moment in the sun the way it should have. (Price Waterhouse Guy! You had one job! And it wasn’t to hobnob with the best actress.)
What’s interesting about watching the moment is to see chaos happen in the background as people in the foreground are assuming things are just fine. Three La La Land producers spoke. You can watch the progression of understanding. Guy #1, gives speech as if things are fine, (though things are happening behind him) then steps back for Guy #2. While Guy #2 is speaking Guy #1 and Guy #3 confer, with Guy #3 sharing a long look with Guy #1. As Guy #2 steps back, you can see Guy #3 think, “whatever, I’m sill going to do my speech” and steps forward to thank the usual suspects, until he peters out with “we lost, by the way, but, you know.”
Thankfully, at that point Guy #1 stepped in and gave his forceful re-awarding of best picture. (Making him the white savior figure, which is infuriating that someone had to be, but at least he did a good job of gracefully stepping aside.)
Moonlight was one of the movies I hoped would win, so I’m glad it did.
Luckily traffic was hardly moving, so I could grab my camera.
Burnside Bridge
Protest signs are everywhere.
Outside the Wells Fargo in Kenton.
I mean, you can if you squint. But wow! Fog isn’t unusual, but we aren’t usually this foggy.
I found this sign on the way to work today.
And this one on the way home:
It’s time to celebrate Mom’s birthday so I whipped up this confection.
This cake also happens to be on the back of the book. Hers looks a lot better.
I find that I’m not a huge fan of cakes with whipped cream. I think maybe I don’t whip it long enough, but there’s always this dire warning about whipping it too long, because it will curdle, so I get nervous. Plus, everything slides with whipped cream. I should have skewered the cake to keep things in place.
It tasted good, though.
Sentinel is so very happy at the amount of sun in the window, he hasn’t even bothered to make sure his feet are fully on the bed.
