The Funk Buster Playlist

August 29th, 2010
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This mix is design to break you out of that funk you’re in right now, or just help you pick up the pace.

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  • 1. MC5 – Kick out the Jams
  • 2. The Hives – Die, All Right!
  • 3. Jay-Z – 99 Problems
  • 4. MIA – Born Free
  • 5. The Heavy – How You Like Me Now
  • 6. The Fratellis – Chelsea Dagger
  • 7. The Donnas – Take it Off
  • 8. The Ting Tings – That’s Not My Name
  • 9. Phoenix – 1901
  • 10. of Montreal – Hemdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse
  • 11. Hot Chip – Over and Over
  • 12. The Helio Sequence – Don’t Look Away
  • 13. The Arcade Fire – Wake Up

The Astronaut’s Lament Playlist

August 1st, 2010
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Telling a story through song, this playlist takes on a journey into space. A man or woman (you decide) falls out of love, and decides to escape his (or her) troubles by blasting off into outer space. At first, things are going pretty well. Then, disaster strikes, and our hero grows despondent. Eventually, he (she) comes to terms with being in space, and grows powerful in the skies.

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  • 1. Goldfrapp – Rocket
  • 2. Muse – Starlight
  • 3. Cut Chemist – Metrorail Thru Space
  • 4. Air – Kelly Watch the Stars
  • 5. Basement Jaxx – Cosmolude
  • 6. Stark Reality – Rocket Ship
  • 7. David Bowie – Space Oddity
  • 8. Radiohead – Sail to the Moon
  • 9. Gorillaz – Starshine
  • 10. Elton John – Rocket Man
  • 11. The Killers – Spaceman
  • 12. The Chemical Brothers – Pioneer Skies
  • 13. David Bowie – Starman

4th of July Weekend

July 6th, 2010

First off, I got a new job, which is very exciting, and I think it’s the kind I would like to stay at for the rest of my career, if possible. I won’t get too into detail, but it is a perfect combination of my experience and education, and I really enjoy it so far.

I tell you all of this because it means that the vacation my wife and I planned for July had to be canceled. It’s tough to request time off in your first month of work. Because of that, we tried to take advantage of the three-day weekend. Since we couldn’t go far, we decided to do something fun within driving distance.

Bed and Breakfast

We started out in Hood River, driving out Friday night after work. We stayed at the Inn at the Gorge, a really cool bed and breakfast just southwest of downtown Hood River. I had never stayed at a B&B before, and was frankly a bit resistant, but my worries were put to rest right away. The people who owned the place were very nice and unobtrusive, our room was actually a mini-suite with a sitting room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom with an old-fashioned tub. The breakfasts we had were good, also. On Sunday we had eggs, bacon, fruit, and coffee cake smothered in fresh whipped cream. On Saturday, we went whitewater rafting, so they made us up a bagged breakfast with a hard-boiled egg, yogurt, and a granola bar. I really had a nice time at this place, and would recommend it to anyone.

Whitewater Rafting

Saturday morning we hit the White Salmon River with a whitewater rafting company called Zoller’s. We drove about 25 minutes from Hood River, across the Columbia River, up to BZ Corner, which is north of White Salmon. Since the river water comes right off Mt. Adams, and the temperatures were pretty cool, we all suited up in neoprene to keep warm on the river. I’m afraid I don’t have any pictures of this, since our camera is not water-proof, but we had a lot of fun, and it was really nice out on the water. We were a bit disappointed that we weren’t allowed to go over Husum Falls, which is a 10-foot drop in the river. When the river level is a little lower later in the summer, they take boats up and over, which would be awesome, but it wasn’t to be for us. Still, there was a lot of action to be had on the river, and we would recommend Zoller’s if you’re looking to do it.

Beer Sampling

Beer Sampler at Big Horse Pub

Hood River has by our count 3 brewers in town, so we decided to get a sampler at each of them over the weekend to compare. We began at Big Horse Pub, whose multi-story building towers above town from its hillside location. We had the same problem we have always had there, which is slow or indifferent service. It always feels like there are more customers than the waitstaff can handle. That was the downside. The upside was that we really liked our food and beer. I had a steak with chimichurri sauce and Marisa had really tasty fish and chips. Our beer sampler was interesting, and the bartender (and possible brewmaster?) came over to explain all of the selections, which was nice. The beer was all really well-made, even the types I don’t like, like the raspberry one. There were a variety of flavors, not just variations of the same beer.

Beer Sampler at Double Mountain Brewing

The second stop for us was the one we were most looking forward to, Double Mountain Brewing. I had had their Hop Lava IPA at bars in Portland before, and always enjoyed it. Their beer sampler was also excellent, with real variety in styles and flavors. I also had a type of beer I had never had before, and was really impressed. It was called the “Vaporizer”. It’s yellow and super-light, like a lager, but with a strong hops profile like an IPA. It was easy-sippin’ and really flavorful. We didn’t get a meal there, but their brick-oven pizza looked and smelled fantastic. We really regretted not ordering some when we left.

Beer Sampler at Full Sail Brewery

Finally, we made a late night stop at Full Sail Brewery, the old man of the Hood River brewing scene. We ordered a sampler and some insanely spicy chicken wings. The wings were good, but the sampler was a little disappointing. I appreciate the quality of Full Sail’s beer, but their offerings are surprisingly similar, especially when lined up next to each other. Most of them were a variation of a pale ale, with little effort to differentiate between the choices. I will still purchase their beer, as I believe it is very well-crafted. However, I left the brewery wanting more.

Sunday Rambling

After our delicious breakfast on Sunday (the 4th of July), we headed out toward Mt. Hood, stopping twice along the way. First, at a beautiful lavender farm just south of town. While the scenery was gorgeous and the scents equally so, we couldn’t stay long as our allergies began to act up. Next, we stopped at a fruit company right next to the Hood River (not to be confused with the town). After picking up a jar of cherry syrup, we walked down below a bridge to the river, which was really relaxing. We were only down there for 20 minutes, but it really boosted our spirits for the rest of the day.

After that, it was off to home, via Mt. Hood. The views were phenomenal as we approached the mountain from the east, rolling up Highway 35 toward the summit. We stopped at White River Sno-Park to compare it to what it looks like in the winter, when we went snowshoeing there. We had no idea how gravelly and dusty it is in the summer. The river itself (if you can call it that) was ripping down the mountain, rushing over submerged rocks on its way downhill. We poked around there for a while, and I unsuccessfully tried to cross to the other side.

Beautiful Mt. Hood

What a shot! I am by the stream, on the left.

'I know it's around here somewhere.'

'There it is! Oh, wait....'

The Baseball Game and Fireworks

After we got home in the late afternoon, we headed downtown to see the Portland Beavers play the Las Vegas 51s at PGE Park. As we expected, there weren’t a lot of tickets left, but we managed to get 2nd row seats down by the Beavers’ bullpen in left field. We had a loud, toothless redneck sitting right behind us the entire time, letting us know what was going on down on the field.

“The team needs to get an out here.” Great. Thanks.

After the 6th inning, we got up to get a hot dog, and decided to walk to the other side of the stadium to compare views. We walked down into the beer garden area, which is actually right on the field. As we arrived, a pair of ladies happen to leave their table, and we got their seats. A few minutes later, it dawned on us that everyone else in the section was wearing bracelets and kept getting bowls of peanuts and cans of soda. They paid money to sit down here, and we just sort of walked right in. I would pay to sit there, though. The perspective is really amazing, as you are just a couple dozen feet from the players on the field.

The night was capped off with fireworks, shot high above center field at PGE Park. I’m not a big fireworks fan, but I really liked the show. It was short, intense, loud, and well-timed to the music. And then, on the way home, the real fireworks began: a 6′3″ transvestite mooned us on Burnside. Happy Birthday, America!

Yes, the sun actually came out.

Fireworks above PGE Park

What's baseball without cotton candy?

The view from up high.

Road Trip to Oakland

June 10th, 2010

Since I lost my job last year I’ve tried to do some things that were difficult when I was working. I visited some family, am just wrapping up a 1-year certificate in web design, and am playing a lot of basketball. I can now cross another goal off the list: a road trip to see some baseball.

First off, I’ll tell you that I managed to forget my digital camera, so I have virtually no photographic evidence of my trip. You’ll just have to take my word that all of this stuff happened, which I know is difficult in this modern age in which we live.

My team is the Minnesota Twins, and I usually see them play about once a year, when they visit Seattle to beat up on the Mariners. This year, however, it so happened that my friend Mike is also unemployed and an A’s fan who grew up in the Bay Area. After looking at the schedule, we realized that the Twins would be visiting Oakland in June, so we committed to going if we were both unemployed. As (bad) luck would have it, we both were when the time came around to see the games.

Let me back up here. My week of baseball awesomeness began on Memorial Day, when I took a trip to Seattle with my friends Craig and Justin to see the Twins and the Mariners. Not surprisingly, the Twins won. That was pretty awesome, but just the start.

Tuesday and Wednesday I rushed to finish two final projects for my classes, including a 12-page paper on marketing strategies by local Portland TV stations. I’d be glad to let you read it, if you ask nicely. That cleared the way for the trip.

On Thursday, Mike and I took off for the Bay in the sweet and stylish Buick he inherited from his grandfather. Mike insisted on driving the entire 10 1/2 hours it took for us to get there, which was fine with me. We arrived Thursday night in Sunnyvale, to stay with his brother and sister-in-law, who now live in the house in which Mike grew up. The couple, named Dave and Jenn, have a 2-year-old, Chloe, who is absolutely hilarious. Her answer to just about every question is “of course,” which gets funnier just about every time she says it.

Falafel's Drive-In

For lunch on Friday, we decided to go to the Falafel Drive-In in San Jose,  a spot we saw on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives on the Food Network.  The line was 25 people deep for lunch, but it was worth it.  The falafels were tasty, affordable, and really hit the spot.  I don’t think they were the best I’ve ever eaten, but they were certainly among the best.

After lunch we went to Santa Cruz to check out the beach and most importantly, the Santa Cruz Mystery Spot. I thought that it was going to be just a corny tourist trap (which it was), but I was genuinely surprised at how entertaining and mysterious it really is. We found the mystery spot in a wooded ravine, accessible only by a narrow one-lane road. Admission was $5 per person; parking was $5 per car. After we paid for parking, we asked the girl at the ticket booth if we needed a parking pass to put in the car or something, and she laughed and said “no.” Mike asked if the parking thing was a big rip-off, to which she replied, “yeah, pretty much.” At least she was honest.

Can you feel the mystery?

Our tour guide was a teenage girl (as was everyone else who worked there), who rode a fine line between relishing and regretting the ridiculous script which she was forced to recite for the customers. We began with some perception tricks. You know, “the bubble in the level says that this concrete slab is completely even,” but when two people stood on it, whomever was on a particular side always appeared taller.

That was mildly entertaining, but things got weird up in the center of the Mystery Spot. We hiked up a short hill to a cabin that had slid down the mountain, and once we entered the cabin’s courtyard area, Mike and I immediately felt a little dizzy and nauseous. There were various demonstrations of the cabin’s unusual properties, including a display in which water appeared to roll uphill. We also felt like we were defying gravity when we leaned in the hut, like some sort of force was holding us up. All in all, it was definitely worth the $15 we paid to get in.

We then walked the busy boardwalk of Santa Cruz, which I had no idea was so big and bustling. There were teenagers and creepy old guys everywhere. After that, we got some ice cream and had dinner in Los Gatos with Mike’s father and stepmother.

The Oakland-Alameda Coliseum

The next day we met up with some of Mike’s old high-school buddies at the Oakland-Alameda Coliseum to catch the Twins-A’s game. We went for the $9 seats way out in center field, knowing that we would likely move closer. The seats themselves weren’t too bad, except that you couldn’t see deep center field. The section was build by Al Davis for the Raiders, who clearly didn’t care about baseball fans. We moved before the first pitch to a section just a bit closer, on the second level just to the first base side of the foul pole. The view was great; we could see the entire field.

The game was exciting. The Twins took an early lead, only to give up the tying run in the 8th inning. They went back on top in the 9th or 10th to win.

The next day we returned to the Coliseum with Mike’s dad, Stan. Since it was just the 3 of us, Stan decided to treat us to 7th row seats behind the Twins dugout, which was really nice of him. The view was incredible. If we leaned out, we could see the top step of the Twins dugout, where all the players gather to watch the game. We were at a perfect angle to see a couple of amazing plays made by the shortstops.

The sun was bright and warm, and I got a mild sunburn. But that wasn’t the most annoying part of the game. Two Twins fans gave the rest of us a bad name by being as obnoxious and drunk as possible. One of them demanded beer from the vendors each time they came around, even though it’s illegal to sell beer in the aisles of sporting events in California. He got louder and louder each inning, and had A’s fans yelling at him (justifiably so) to sit down and shut up. The other fan had incredible seats in the front row, and managed to get two balls thrown to him by players. But instead of giving at least one of them to a nearby child, this 50-something guy kept them both. What could he possibly do with 2 balls? Despite these yahoos, the game was really enjoyable.

This was my first trip to Oakland-Alameda Coliseum, or any stadium outside of Seattle or Minneapolis for that matter, and I understand now its reputation as an out-of-date facility. While the field is beautiful to look at, the rest of the stadium is a relic of the 70’s. It’s very functional, just not very pretty. Concrete everywhere, it lacks the “wow” factor you find in Safeco or other modern ballparks. On the plus side, you could get a really good hot dog for $5, and the cheapest beer was $5 also. I end up paying more for those items at the Portland Beavers games, which is an AAA franchise.

On Monday, we packed it up, said goodbye to Mike’s family, and headed back to Portland. Again, Mike drove the whole way. I managed to sneak one more California experience in, as we stopped at In’n'Out for lunch in Redding.

I really had a great time, and was bowled over by how nice and accommodating Mike’s family was. They made me feel like I was welcome, and for that I am appreciative. I also am glad that I was able to experience Major League Baseball in a new ballpark, and also follow my team around, if even for just a week.

Oregon Zoo

June 2nd, 2010

Marisa and I headed to the Oregon Zoo on Sunday, braving rain and mammoth crowds to see some animals.  We first tried to park at the zoo, but it was full.  Then we went to the overflow lot to catch a shuttle, but the line was about 70 people deep.  We ended up parking downtown and catching the MAX in, which was the best way to go, as it was not crowded at all.

Overall, I liked the otter exhibit the best, because of how playful the the animals are.  Marisa had one chasing her hand along the glass at one point, which was really cute.  I was surprised by how much I liked the Pacific Northwest exhibition in general.  You go to the zoo expecting to see African animals, but the section that showed this area’s native creatures was surprisingly engaging.

Marisa meets a Sea Lion

Hello Sea Lion!

Orangutans are really big.

The trainer had the elephant bow down to his human masters.

After years of trying, I finally trapped Marisa in a cage at the zoo.

It was incredible how close this cheetah came to the glass!

The zebra (behind me) would only show us his rear end for this picture.

The giraffe was surprisingly graceful.

*Insert Crocodile Dundee reference here

Marisa had an unfortunate encounter with a bear....

Marisa feeding nectar to a lorikeet.

Look at how tightly the bird is holding onto her thumb.