Rainy evening walk, Morrison St to University District Portland, OR Bina...
Civiltà . Behold people at ease in their environment. Though it's mostly raining, raining intermittently and lightly, few people are carrying umbrellas; they do accelerate their pace to get in out of the wet, but they are not seriously discomfited by it. It'd be good now to sit in a warm Strip Club and see some ass, whilst I sip my favorite, ice-cold IPA. Weird, lusty, beer-drinking, pot-head Portlanders.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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