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  • All the action: centralportland.com

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    I’ve been writing up a storm over the last few months, but it’s all posted on CentralPortland.com. So if you’re looking for some information about places to eat or things to do or thoughts about Portland, swing on by.

  • Colons

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    Colon: amazing punctuation or always the butt of the sentence?

  • Reflections on love

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    Be kind to yourself and those you love. Be your best self. Forgive yourself when you are not. Share your failures with those you love. Assume the best of the other person. Share yourself and your ideas; listen and encourage their ideas. When conversations have strong emotions and conflict, have the conversations when everyone is…

  • Walter saves Dad from Baltar

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    Baltar had stuck a pose, legs wide, belly out, and beer cans thrust towards Walter and Dad. Walter slid his shoulder slightly in front of Dad and actually looked like he was enjoying himself. Dad’s eyes looked like they were darting from side to side, but maybe I was projecting that onto him. Joan leaned…

  • Baltar visits the grill

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    So Baltar had served himself, harassed the ladies, and was now making himself at home among the men. There were six of them clustered together as Dad steered Baltar back towards the grill. I wasn’t overly fond of any of them, but they were all pretty bland compared to Baltar. I wasn’t sure if their…

  • Baltar gets served

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    Baltar grabbed two beers from the dirty red plastic cooler and walked calmly across the lumpy lawn towards the adults clustered around some lawn furniture. None of them looked in his direction, but I could see several of them assessing the situation out of the corner of their eyes. Joan had her back to Baltar’s…

  • Okay, maybe just shunning of Baltar

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    So, after Baltar sent me in the wrong direction for the bathroom, I didn’t actually kill him or even really wish him death for that long. That might have just be typical pre-teenage exaggeration. But when he showed up at Dad’s birthday party two years later, I definitely shunned him. We were fortunately no longer quite…

  • Death to Baltar

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    Baltar first came to my attention when I was 12 and looking for the bathroom. He gave me directions out the backdoor of the restaurant instead to the restrooms, and I ended up peeing behind a dumpster. Since we were saving pee at home for the garden, I wasn’t too weirded out by this. But…

  • Should I worry about eating spiders while I sleep?

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    No. If you’re still worrying, assume they are imaginary cute little jumping spiders.

  • Hidden Station

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    I work in the Grand Terminal, doing a little bit of everything. My favorite part of my job is taking visitors on tours of the station; my least favorite is doing maintenance in the oldest sections. You’d think with my love of this place that I would find nothing more delightful than tinkering in the…