Archive for September, 2005

Why we’re luckier than our parents

September 28, 2005

Our parents had to stay up until 12:30 to watch all of Johnny Carson.

We only have to stay up until 11:30 to watch all of Jon Stewart.


I love Portland

September 28, 2005

Overheard at the Deadhead Fred: A man asking a store clerk what kind of Doritos best go with stout beer.

“No Direction Home”, Part 2

September 27, 2005

The second part was as good as the first part.

If you missed it on PBS, don’t worry: It’s out on DVD.

And you’ll definitely want to see the movie before you read the book.

“No Direction Home”

September 26, 2005

Just finished watching the first two hours of Martin Scorsese’s Bob Dylan documentary. He has found some great footage, and the interviews were entertaining as well. If you like Bob Dylan’s music, the documentary is worth watching — the second half is on Channel 10 tomorrow at 9pm.

(The documentary would make a good double feature with this film.)

Me? A liberal?

September 25, 2005

Up until the mid-’90s, I was a pretty staunch conservative.

I guess that’s changed.

You are a
Social Liberal
(73% permissive)

and an…
Economic Liberal
(38% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid

(Tip o’ the hat to Kevin Whited for the link.)


I went back and took the test again, this time filling in the answers I would have filled in when I was 21. The results:

You are a
Social Conservative
(36% permissive)

and an…
Economic Conservative
(80% permissive)

You are best described as a:


What a difference 14 years can make!

An amazing record

September 18, 2005

The Cardinals professional football franchise has been owned by the Bidwill family for 72 years.

In that time, the Cardinals have won one championship (1947).


September 16, 2005

Bush says he doesn’t want to play the “Blame Game.” Makes sense.
Never heard of a chicken who wanted to play the “Extra Crispy” game.

— Will Durst

A good day

September 14, 2005

I woke up to the sound of a school bell, ringing a half a block away at Sunnyside School.

When I went outside, the weather was beautiful: Sunny and in the 70s.

I took the 15 to East Portland, and spent the day at the KBOO studios. I re-wrote AP wire stories for broadcast, and then co-anchored the 5 o’clock news.

When I got home, one of my housemates had bought some steak, and volunteered to grill fajitas. Best fajitas I’ve ever had, and I lived in Texas for seven years.

Portland: What a great place to live.

Michael Chertoff must go

September 4, 2005

What Michael Chertoff, the head of Homeland Security, said yesterday:

Chertoff, fielding questions from reporters, said government officials did not expect both a powerful hurricane and a breach of levees that would flood the city of New Orleans.

“That ‘perfect storm’ of a combination of catastrophes exceeded the foresight of the planners, and maybe anybody’s foresight,” Chertoff said.

He called the disaster “breathtaking in its surprise.”

Michael Chertoff should be fired for incompetence. Now.

The fact that a Cat 5 hurricane could hit New Orleans is obvious. The fact that much of New Orleans is below sea level and vulnerable to a major levee break is obvious. That a Cat 5 hurricane hitting the New Orleans levee system could cause that major levee break is an obvious inference, and one that many people had made well before Katrina hit.

But Michael Chertoff? The man responsible for federal disaster planning and response? Michael Chertoff is surprised, and says that no one could have foreseen such a thing.

The job of directing Homeland Security is too important to be left in the hands of someone so ignorant about his area of responsibility.

Last post on the Houston blog

September 1, 2005

Finally got around to creating a new blog a couple of weeks ago. I switched from Movable Type to WordPress for it—WordPress has improved immensely in the two years since I picked Movable Type as my blogging platform.

I love Portland. I’m glad I’m here. Houston has a lot of great qualities: I’ll miss early morning walks through River Oaks, Spec’s, sunny Februarys, Division I-A college football, major league baseball, working at UHD, and a whole lot else. But Houston was never home, and it never would be. After 17 years away, I missed home—the West Coast. So I’m back.

The trip from Houston to Portland was more fun than stressful. With a lot of help from Thomas Gray and Danny Stevens, I was able to pack all of my stuff into a 10-foot Penske moving truck. First stop was Fort Worth, where I sat in on the June 12 Good Show, taught the bartender at The Moon how to make a Rob Roy, and survived both the Ol’South Pancake House and Chris Bellomy’s amorous 26-lb. cat. Second day got me to a Red Roof Inn in Amarillo, with one last stop at a Texas Dairy Queen (the one in Chillicothe) along the way. Third day to a Motel 6 in Cheyenne (despite getting lost in Boise City, Oklahoma). Fourth day to a Red Roof Inn in Ogden, Utah. Fifth day to visit Diane Mathews and her husband and daughter in Boise, where I got to see BoDo, which is just like SoHo or TriBeCa…except that it’s not. And then, finally, Portland.

Six days, 2400 miles, no major mishaps. Can’t ask for more than that.

What I learned on my trip:

  • When Danny Stevens tells me it is a bad idea to pack a futon like that because of what it will do if it unravels, I will believe him. In fact, next time, I think I’d just throw out the futon.
  • Lock the back door of the moving truck before I drive off. Don’t ask.
  • Red Roof Inns are worth the $5 extra cost over a Motel 6. In fact, they’d be worth $25 more. And the Red Roof Inn in Ogden, Utah is the Hilton of motels (whereas the Cheyenne Motel 6 is the Paris Hilton of motels).
  • If you have a choice between staying a night in Cheyenne and staying a night in Laramie, choose Laramie.
  • My choice for the next out-of-the-way trendy artist colony: Memphis, Texas. Nice old buildings, near beautiful natural scenery, and the land has got to be way cheap.
  • Colorado is beautiful. Wyoming is awe-inspiring. Idaho is boring.

If someone had told me when I was in high school that I would spend five years living in Houston, I wouldn’t have believed it. Houston’s national reputation is abysmally low. I’m glad I had the time to live in and enjoy the real Houston.