Friday, February 18, 2005

I'm in Portland now. It's sunshiny and beautiful here, but oh, so cold.

The dancing last night was lovely, although my whole body hurts now. I feel like a train wreck. I'm not used to dancing that long and that energetically, and the weekend has hardly even started.

I didn't dance with that many people. Muliono, Wade, Bill from Portland, Jaimes (and hardly that, just two songs), and Greg from Eugene. I'm never quite sure how that happens; the night is so long, you'd think I would have danced with more. But the dances I had were connected and energetic and wonderful, so it all works out.

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Hey, take a look at what's gone down lately in my hood.
From The Seattle Times: Feared Seattle property manager is arrested; dozens of guns seized

". . .They say that since the early 1990s, Gilbert, a convicted felon and outspoken member of the Aryan Nations who once spent time in prison for plotting to kill Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., had intimidated, threatened and sued neighbors so often that his presence became "a total cancer. . ."
I guess I should consider myself lucky that our landlord is not an arms-bearing, convicted felon who threatens and intimidates us day in and day out.