My fiance and I are moving to the Portland area from Olympia, WA in 2 weeks. He has been looking for a job but has not found one yet so I thought I would post here to see if anyone had any helpful information for us, advice on the job market, or leads on jobs for him.
He is looking for a job in IT and his specialty is Telecom and/or Network Administration. He's worked for Microsoft through AboveNet and has also worked for Amazon.com. He also has 13+ years of experience, excellent references, and has never been fired.
He hopes to work in Portland or any of the surrounding area so jobs in Beaverton/Hillsboro/Lake Oswego/Other are welcomed as well.
Again, job leads or any related advice on the IT job market or other information greatly appreciated.
(crossposted to other portland communities, sorry for the possible spam)
... the first verse of "Hey There, Delilah" is finishing when you get out of the car in the evening, and when you start the car the next morning, verse two is just starting.
So, I am new to the area, I have a pet snake and need to find feeder mice, but no pet stores I can find carry them....help please?
Ohh I am in downtown....
And I don't have a car.
i am posting this here for starters to see if an DP-LJ friend or friend-of-a-friend needs a place. the deets:
open august 1st, room in shared house for $450
80th & Woodstock
fairly quiet neighborhood
close to bus 14, ~25 minute ride into downtown
pretty easy access to Reed College, a straight shot down Woodstock
close to Woodstock shops and culture
close to a Freddy's, a Safeway, and a local produce store
sorta close to Trader Joe's on 39th
dry basement - lots of storage space
garden area (to be expanded next spring)
I and my cat live there now, the home owner and a dog are moving out
washer and dryer in the basement
carpeted bedrooms, lino kitchen, hardwoods elsewhere
i am a laid-back, fully employed 34 year old guy, soon to be back in school. i like traveling and go away for some weekends or longer trips. i make and enjoy drinking beer, but don't do the 420 or other stuff. i smoke hand-rolled cigarettes outside. the housemate is taking most of the furniture with her, so it'll be a little bare until i populate the rooms with comfy chairs, a sofa, and a kitchen table and chairs (your furniture would be welcome). i am looking for someone sane and employed, around my age with interest in staying for 6 months to a year. contact me via my address in my profile for further details/questions...
So, I've heard it said that Portland is "kind of notorious" for not having any good Chinese food in town.
I challenge you to disprove that, and suggest places where Good Chinese Food can be found! I'm a Chinese food snob, so I don't care where in town the place is, just so long as it's quality chow.
...and if anyone was about to say "PF Chang's," I need only say: tried it, wasn't impressed. ;p
Last night I had the joyous opportunity of experiencing another apocalyptic dream about Portland. It seems to be a recurring theme of sorts and I shall give you a snapshot of how the dream went. I was at a party on the west hills of Portland. Me and a bunch of people just casually dining and watching the city at night when suddenly a large sonic boom erupted over the valley. Growing up in LA has taught me that a) shaking and b) noise are not good news. The hill we were hanging out on moved up for a brief second and I felt it. Then suddenly the hill started to plunge down.
I fell with the hill and managed to grab a tree branch and hang on for dear life as people fell with it. It was like a wave of dirt and cliff shattering with bodies and houses. I remember seeing the abrupt new formed edge where the earth had fallen and hearing people scream. I saw the city lights twinkling while sonic boom burned and rang in my ears. I couldn't believe it was happening and I was only concerned with surviving. I made it down the hill in one piece and then the dream switched to the aftermath.
Portland had switched into a darkened city post major disaster. Apparently a bomb(a big one) had been exploded over the city and it released a bacteria that killed people. Stations were setup with officials spraying people with some weird spray, strange tools to read bacteria levels of random citizens, and people being taken away. I remember I got scanned and my bacteria level was somewhat high. They asked me funny questions and I answered them. I mentioned I had been drinking the night before and they told me that maybe was the cause for the weird readings. My levels weren't high enough to be a lost cause or to be taken away. I felt very scared and I was also distraught that everyone's rights had been taken away in light of a mystery illness. I wondered what the hell was in the spray the officials kept spraying in our faces and I was also pissed that I couldn't get anywhere without having to have my bacteria levels read. It was a very scary idea that this could happen(probably not) but I was glad to wake up to a liberated and healthy Portland.
Ok, so i'm in beaverton... i want to take the kids to the river to swim... what is the closest and eaisest to find??
ready set go!
I'm new to this community, and although I'm sure you've been asked this before, I'll ask for myself. Is there a good resource for finding a place to live besides the usual craigslist or oregonlive.com? Or is the rental market really that tight? I was looking for a 3-bedroom place to share with my friends, but after a few weeks of failure, it's looking like we might be better off doing our own thing.
Just reminding you all about my moving sale this weekend:
3446 NE 19th Ave (corner of Fremont and 19th)
in the Irvington neighborhood, Portland
Friday-Sun, July 6-8, 2007
Please come and buy all of my stuff on Friday and Saturday so I don't have to be out there Sunday. There's not that much left really, because people have been coming by all week to pick up individual things, but there's still some real steals left. I price like a true garage seller, like my mama raised me right, in the south. Damn hipsters around here selling stuff for crazy prices at their sales. None of that with me. AND EVERYTHING IS NEGOTIABLE!
Thanks for 5 great years you Damn Wonderful people!
So... if I found it in my day to inflate a raft, throw it into the Willamette River, jump in and paddle south and back for a few miles... would that be allowable or a big no-no? I don't see why not, but I thought I'd ask here anyhow.
Hi everyone! This is my first post here.
Does anyone know of a place where I could get a tattoo done where they don't check your ID/age, or they just don't care?
I'm 16 (17 in august) and my parents won't let me get one.
It's only a small thing I want that actually has significance to me. It's not like I'm gonna get some huge naked lady on my face or something.
EDIT: And a place that won't give me AIDs plz.
Woo! Thanks for all the great responses to my query about tattoos. As always, the DP crowd does not disappoint.
I decided I should tell you my favorite tattoo story, partly in the interest of full disclosure as it involves someone getting a tattoo that was very much in honor of me and of the friendshp I had with this person. And, as always, partly just because it's a fucking awesome story.
I had been friends with Greg since we played Little League together in the 5th grade. A year or so after I met him, I got into cartooning, and had a little guy named "Mr. Pickle" that I drew. A lot. Everywhere. Mr. Pickle drawings festooned just about anything with a flat surface for a while there. As with all good things, Mr. Pickle eventually kind of faded away, swept out in a tide of bong smoke and San Miguel Dark on someone's front porch on those syrupy summer evenings in Ashland.
Our group of friends, while not "drifting apart" in the conventional sense, grew up. Some of us moved to other towns. We stayed in touch by assembling for an annual hike, a rite that we still continue to this day. Last October marked our 23rd annual hike. It's more a drinking festival and an opportunity for old farts to get together and share time-enhanced stories, but it's a powerful force to be reckoned with.
At one of these gatherings, Greg and I had snuck off somewhere to have a few beers before the rest of the fellas arrived. I hadn't seen him in person for a couple of years, as he was in LA and I was in Portland, and he'd missed the previous year's hike. This was pre-email, for the most part, and it was a little tougher to stay connected.
We talked for an hour or two, drinking lots of beer in the sunshine. At some point, he did the caricatured "d'oh!" thing with his palm to his forehead, and said, "I forgot to show you something." He raised his tshirt sleeve to reveal a big tattoo, stretching from about mid-bicep up to his shoulder joint and spanning the width of his upper arm. It was a large, colorful, gorgeously rendered tattoo. I stood, gaping, staring at one of my original Mr. Pickle cartoons from years ago.. "Mr. Pickle goes to hell." Mr. Pickle, bright green, replete with pitchfork and brilliant orange-and-red flames. My hand-lettered "Mr Pickle goes to hell" title above. My signature, my fucking SIGNATURE, below. All faithfully reproduced in perfect detail by some artist who no doubt was wondering where the hell Mr. Pickle was from.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen!
Greg is gone now, and he took Mr. Pickle with him to his grave. I never even got a picture. But, talk about tattoos bookmarking parts of your life... that's a sight I'll never forget. Ever.
So, in answer to my prior query here, I guess there is a way to get a tattoo for a friend, and not have it be lame. I should have known the answer to my own question. :)