I'd like my kids to start piano lessons. They're 10. Ideally I'd like something affordable and nearby (I live on Mt Tabor).
So...YDB has a secret obsession with Britney Spears
In this wonderful city of overachieving baristas and intellectuals who fancy Xiu Xiu and Sleater Kinney, I wonder what is your favorite musical guilty pleasure? Post a youtube video, a pic, or a damn good snark. This is an open session.
anyone know where i can take a knitting class? i want to learn to knit, but i um...suck. i need help!
1. Any comments on the Portland Dermatology Clinic? Just made an appt. and curious..
2. Where can I take a class on beer brewing?
To the assholes working at the Shell station on 99th and Sandy this morning:
When a customer asks you if you could jump start her car it's probably not best to say that you don't want to. When she then asks you if the two of you might be able to help her push start it so she can pop the clutch the response shouldn't be laughter and then walking away to light a cigarette while leaning against a gas pump. I hope you light yourself on fire smoking around the pumps. Those big signs that tell customers to extinguish cigarettes and the no smoking signs may be your first clue it's not the best idea.
I'm sure the manager I spoke with will be happy to explain the dangers of flammable liquids and open flame to you. Maybe he'll give you a light lesson in customer service as well. One can only hope.
To Jose at Hi-Tek Auto Care (100th and Sandy):
Thanks for walking across the street to jump start my car with your portable battery booster. Thanks again for offering to test the alternator and the battery free of charge. You showed me the numbers and let me know that the battery was fine but that I should charge it when I got home so that the alternator wasn't working to hard. You didn't try to sell me anything and were completely awesome.
After reading SB 571 and SB 571-C (the bill barring smoking in bars and the addendum to that), I was wondering where are these mythical cigar bars? So I can smoke my pipe tobacco and cigars while enjoying booze.
Like within 5 or 6 miles. I posted several weeks ago about this, but didn't have much luck.
I'm a first-year student at Marylhurst and am looking for a small cheap place for me and my two adorable lovable sickeningly sweet cats. I'll avoid the pictures this time.
Anyway, my plan is to be moved out of my current place by the 31st at the latest. Steep pet deposits don't bug me too much because I've had to deal with them before. The most important thing is that the cats be safe and allowed outdoors to roam free. My possessions consist of a couch, a bed, a TV, and a darkroom (and camera crap).
If anyone has any leads on places in Oregon City or West Linn/Lake Oswego, I would be very grateful to hear more.
Thanks in advance for any help!
I feel that scratchy, tingly feeling in my throat and sinuses that tells me in about 24 hours I'll be sick.
What's your best remedy to ward off whatever cold- or flu-like malady is attacking you, DPers?
The alignment on my car is out of whack. You know the feeling. I live in SW near Hillsdale, and already know a great mechanic (mine is a VW, the shop is Hillside Imports) but they don't do alignments.
Does anyone know of a recommended, yay, even trustworthy place where I can get the alignment done? I would prefer not to be spoken to in a patronizing tone by grease monkeys who critique my choice of car and rant on and on about why I should have bought a Honda or Toyota.
As an aside, Bradshaw's on Hawthorne is one of the crummiest shops in all of Portland. I do not recommend getting any work done there at all.
Has anyone seen Tom and Jerry batter for sale in Portland? I've been looking, but so far I've only run across Hot Buttered Rum batter.
I was researching a paper for my ancient art class last night, and came across this little gem. Not relevant to Portland at all, except that I can't imagine a town in the world that would appreciate it more. Enjoy.
According to another myth--told in New Mexico by the Jicarilla Indians--there was once a murderous monster called Kicking Monster, whose four daughters at that time were the only women in the world possessing vaginas. They were "vagina girls." And they lived in a house that was full of vaginas. "They had the form of women," we are told, "but were in reality vaginas. Other vaginas were hanging around on the walls, but these four were in the form of girls with legs and all body parts and were walking around." As may be imagined, the rumor of these girls brought many men along the road; but they would be met by Kicking Monster, kicked into the house, and never returned. And so Killer-of-Enemies, a marvelous boy hero, took it upon himself to correct the situation.
Outwitting Kicking Monster, Killer-of-Enemies entered the house, and the four girls approached him, craving intercourse. But he asked, "Where have all the men gone who were kicked into this place?" "We ate them up," they said, "because we like to do that" and they attempted to embrace him. But he held them off, shouting, "Keep away! That is no way to use the vagina." And then he told them, "First I must give you some medicine, which you have never tasted before, medicine made of sour berries; and then I'll do what you ask." Whereupon he gave them sour berries of four kinds to eat. "The vagina," he said, "is always sweet when you do like this." The berries puckered their mouths, so that finally they could not chew at all, but only swallowed. "They liked it very much, though," declared the teller of the story. "It felt just as if Killer-of-Enemies was having intercourse with them. They were almost unconscious with ecstasy, though really Killer-of-Enemies was doing nothing at all to them. It was the medicine that made them feel that way.
"When Killer-of-Enemies had come to them," the story-teller then concluded, "they had strong teeth with which they had eaten their victims. But this medicine destroyed their teeth entirely." And so we see how the great boy hero, once upon a time, domesticated the toothed vagina to its proper use.
--"Masks of God: Primitive Mythology" by Joseph Campbell