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Showing posts with label oregon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oregon. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 04, 2007
alma matters
This is for the man at my recent graduation ceremony that said, "Never forget where you came from."
These are photographs of all of the schools I ever attended. I am so lucky to have some pictures to share from my recent trip home...because of winter vacations, the schools were vacant; this is how I have manipulated them to fit into the frames of my memory.
K-3, St. Stephen's School
The church.
My first grade classroom. Just down the stairs there, I peed my pants the one and only time in school.
These are the steps where M. Schmidt taught me what stand-alone middle fingers meant one day in the first grade.
The church still has weekly masses, but the parish school no longer operates.
3-5, Woodstock School
Such a short time was spent here, but I have many memories and had impressionable teachers.
The front lobby.
The soccer field.
I walked out of these doors every afternoon and set out for home.
6-8, Kellogg Middle School
I hold this school dearly to my heart. It wasn't a pretty place to be or an easy place to be; it was tough cookies. This is the place you forget to mention when you say where you come from. Word is that it is slated for closure in a couple of years, and this breaks my heart. I have secret blogging plans to keep it alive with some memories. So, look out for them.
The annex!
The first time I walked up these stairs, I felt brand new.
Goodbye.
9-12, Cleveland High School
I didn't spend a lot of time with my camera here, but I loved this school. Out ten years this year! Gulpedly-gulp.
BS, University of Oregon, 2001
I heart the U of O. Here then is the Knight Library on campus.
And the PLC/13th Avenue.
MA, University of South Florida, 2006
And so I've come full circle - here's where I end.
Phew.
These are photographs of all of the schools I ever attended. I am so lucky to have some pictures to share from my recent trip home...because of winter vacations, the schools were vacant; this is how I have manipulated them to fit into the frames of my memory.
K-3, St. Stephen's School
The church.
My first grade classroom. Just down the stairs there, I peed my pants the one and only time in school.
These are the steps where M. Schmidt taught me what stand-alone middle fingers meant one day in the first grade.
The church still has weekly masses, but the parish school no longer operates.
3-5, Woodstock School
Such a short time was spent here, but I have many memories and had impressionable teachers.
The front lobby.
The soccer field.
I walked out of these doors every afternoon and set out for home.
6-8, Kellogg Middle School
I hold this school dearly to my heart. It wasn't a pretty place to be or an easy place to be; it was tough cookies. This is the place you forget to mention when you say where you come from. Word is that it is slated for closure in a couple of years, and this breaks my heart. I have secret blogging plans to keep it alive with some memories. So, look out for them.
The annex!
The first time I walked up these stairs, I felt brand new.
Goodbye.
9-12, Cleveland High School
I didn't spend a lot of time with my camera here, but I loved this school. Out ten years this year! Gulpedly-gulp.
BS, University of Oregon, 2001
I heart the U of O. Here then is the Knight Library on campus.
And the PLC/13th Avenue.
MA, University of South Florida, 2006
And so I've come full circle - here's where I end.
Phew.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
i don't know what i'm doing here
Shopping List:
- fresh basil
- Veuve Clicquot (in my dreams)
- avocado
- sprouts
spinach
- I hhhhhate Justin Timberlake. He doesn't make me think of sex, sexiness (let alone sex in the future), coolness, smoothness, toughness, roughness, hotness, etc. He just looks like he never went through puberty. Or he did, and came out so wrong. Ewww. I hate his physical appearance, attitude, music, and by the way...I liked Cameron Diaz so much better when she was with Matt Dillon, forever ago. OMG, I sound like there is nothing more to life than US Weekly.
- Wednesday night, I snuck into Steve's art history class. Professor McLefty didn't seem to mind, so every Wednesday night, I'm going to be an art history student. I'm going back to undergraduate school! The perks? For me, no papers, no tests, just listening and learning. I loved it. And I can't wait for next week...
- Tuesday night, I caught the sneak-preview of Anne Heche's new show, Men in Trees. I know I should be boycotting ABC per Tit's wish, but I had to see it...I love Anne Heche (the heartbreaker she is). And though I love her, I do hate rom-coms, but this show is cute AND it's set in Alaska, which is so so so beautiful (I think this means it's filmed in Vancouver, BC - home of the listless one). Plus, it was on again tonight...
- Back when I was in beautiful, beautiful Oregon, I snapped this photo on the Seaside promenade...the tents and balloons in the distance marked the finish-line of the Hood to Coast 197 mile relay race. Yeehaw!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
first post of the new blog
So, now that I'm doing this beta-thing, I have an overwhelming urge to post every single thing that crosses my mind.
Tonight: the fancy-country-club chicken dinner was yummy. I have been trying to stay out of restaurants; I prepare/cook my meals, just for the sake of taking pleasure in it and also for saving some money. So it was really fun to eat out, as I haven't in awhile. And it was just chicken! Here's the real story: it was an event I attended as an honored guest. Really! I was able to reconnect with a large group of folks I used to work with - folks that changed my life. It was a library event, and I was paraded around the room as the "almost finished grad student". Someone very important in south Florida library-land said of me, "She's the best kind of public servant there is." Wow. I hate to gloat, like I am jinxing myself out of future jobs, but tonight was awesome.
Now, it's time for pictures.
When Steve and I were hurrying to the Ft. Lauderdale airport last month, we caught a glimpse of this teddy bear (totally naked, just how Spinning Girl likes 'em), snuggly tucked into the side of a semi-truck:
The day after I arrived in Portland, the family went up to Timberline Lodge for a picnic. This is Mt. Hood (elevation 11,000+ ft) hardly covered in snow:
Inside the Lodge (built by the WPA; you might recognize the facade of the lodge from The Shining), there are so many fireplaces, you just about want to stop, drop and drink hot chocolate:
As a general rule, I love warm colors and earthy browns:
I guess he saw them too: butterfly swarm on Mt. Hood!
Back in the heart of SE Portland, my rose garden (planted August, 2001), gives quite the show. This is a floribunda rose with some recent history: Our Lady of Guadalupe:
A classic hybrid tea: Mr. Lincoln in full bloom:
I could talk roses all afternoon. I miss them, and now that I have room to plant some, I should really look into it.
Enough pictures for now!
I still have unpacked boxes from my move. Well, maybe I tackled the last one today. I found my good hair dryer, jewelry, black pants, and a gift I'd bought months ago for one lucky Blogger...
Tonight: the fancy-country-club chicken dinner was yummy. I have been trying to stay out of restaurants; I prepare/cook my meals, just for the sake of taking pleasure in it and also for saving some money. So it was really fun to eat out, as I haven't in awhile. And it was just chicken! Here's the real story: it was an event I attended as an honored guest. Really! I was able to reconnect with a large group of folks I used to work with - folks that changed my life. It was a library event, and I was paraded around the room as the "almost finished grad student". Someone very important in south Florida library-land said of me, "She's the best kind of public servant there is." Wow. I hate to gloat, like I am jinxing myself out of future jobs, but tonight was awesome.
Now, it's time for pictures.
When Steve and I were hurrying to the Ft. Lauderdale airport last month, we caught a glimpse of this teddy bear (totally naked, just how Spinning Girl likes 'em), snuggly tucked into the side of a semi-truck:
The day after I arrived in Portland, the family went up to Timberline Lodge for a picnic. This is Mt. Hood (elevation 11,000+ ft) hardly covered in snow:
Inside the Lodge (built by the WPA; you might recognize the facade of the lodge from The Shining), there are so many fireplaces, you just about want to stop, drop and drink hot chocolate:
As a general rule, I love warm colors and earthy browns:
I guess he saw them too: butterfly swarm on Mt. Hood!
Back in the heart of SE Portland, my rose garden (planted August, 2001), gives quite the show. This is a floribunda rose with some recent history: Our Lady of Guadalupe:
A classic hybrid tea: Mr. Lincoln in full bloom:
I could talk roses all afternoon. I miss them, and now that I have room to plant some, I should really look into it.
Enough pictures for now!
I still have unpacked boxes from my move. Well, maybe I tackled the last one today. I found my good hair dryer, jewelry, black pants, and a gift I'd bought months ago for one lucky Blogger...
Monday, August 28, 2006
hood. to coast.
Hear ye, hear ye.
I have extended my vacation until the middle of this week. There's something about Oregon that doesn't make for short trips.
I haven't been able to post because I've been at the family's beach cabin on the coast - I welcomed the smell of campfires, high temps in the low 60's, the beach smell, booze, seafood, etc., etc.
While I was at the cabin today, packing my bags and getting ready for the drive back to Portland, I thought how neglected this poor blog has become and how I have neglected everybody else's blog. I will have a lot of reading to do, whence I return to my blogging confines. All with pleasure, though, and curiousity.
If you've asked for a postcard, tomorrow is postcard day - I am going to write them and send them.
Last night I overheard a group of people laughing about Pluto. "It's a midget!" It was goofy, but the laughter was contagious.
And so, there are a thousand more things to say but I'm beat...
I have extended my vacation until the middle of this week. There's something about Oregon that doesn't make for short trips.
I haven't been able to post because I've been at the family's beach cabin on the coast - I welcomed the smell of campfires, high temps in the low 60's, the beach smell, booze, seafood, etc., etc.
While I was at the cabin today, packing my bags and getting ready for the drive back to Portland, I thought how neglected this poor blog has become and how I have neglected everybody else's blog. I will have a lot of reading to do, whence I return to my blogging confines. All with pleasure, though, and curiousity.
If you've asked for a postcard, tomorrow is postcard day - I am going to write them and send them.
Last night I overheard a group of people laughing about Pluto. "It's a midget!" It was goofy, but the laughter was contagious.
And so, there are a thousand more things to say but I'm beat...
Friday, August 18, 2006
vaca, she wrote
Oops!
I'm on vacation.
In Portland!
Here's a recap of what I've done so far:
Yesterday (my first day), I went to Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood with my family. We had a picnic underneath ski lifts, strolled around the lodge, and saw 42,000 butterflies. Forest fires are burning not too far from the mountain, so it smelled like we were camping - which I secretly loved.
Today, the little sis and I went to the International Rose Test Garden (my favorite place), the Japanese Garden (we overheard a tour guide say, "turn off the noise in your minds and take in everything through your eyes" - it was a great idea, but so crowded I couldn't meditate), and we tried going to Powell's Books...however, the driving was insane and I couldn't find a parking place. Portland is so busy these days! When I worked downtown awhile back, I felt like I owned the place. Today, I was a tourist completely.
Tonight, I'm making dinner for my grandpa and his girlfriend. I like her, but she says Missouri very hickish (Miss-ur-ahh).
So, I will mostly be in and out of Bloggerville. Mostly because my parents have dial-up. No pictures until I get back to Florida: next-next weekend.
Postcards anyone?
Love to you all,
Madge
P.S. Word has come from Florida that my Fritz Knits hats have arrived. WOOT!
I'm on vacation.
In Portland!
Here's a recap of what I've done so far:
Yesterday (my first day), I went to Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood with my family. We had a picnic underneath ski lifts, strolled around the lodge, and saw 42,000 butterflies. Forest fires are burning not too far from the mountain, so it smelled like we were camping - which I secretly loved.
Today, the little sis and I went to the International Rose Test Garden (my favorite place), the Japanese Garden (we overheard a tour guide say, "turn off the noise in your minds and take in everything through your eyes" - it was a great idea, but so crowded I couldn't meditate), and we tried going to Powell's Books...however, the driving was insane and I couldn't find a parking place. Portland is so busy these days! When I worked downtown awhile back, I felt like I owned the place. Today, I was a tourist completely.
Tonight, I'm making dinner for my grandpa and his girlfriend. I like her, but she says Missouri very hickish (Miss-ur-ahh).
So, I will mostly be in and out of Bloggerville. Mostly because my parents have dial-up. No pictures until I get back to Florida: next-next weekend.
Postcards anyone?
Love to you all,
Madge
P.S. Word has come from Florida that my Fritz Knits hats have arrived. WOOT!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
back to the future
When I was an aspiring urban planner but didn't really know it, I was in a university cluster course called City Life. At just 17 years old, I was a freshman in college (okay, only for a month...and then I was 18) and City Life was only offered to freshmen. And since we were young freshmen, we had to stay in City Life cluster courses with the same group of kids from Fall to Spring terms. My classmates and I explored international urban areas without ever leaving Oregon, and one of our last foo-foo assignments was to create a city somewhere in the world.
I can't remember what I did for my project. Seriously.
But I can remember another couple of students working together on the same project. Can I remember their names? No. But two guys worked on this project together. They loved computers. They were goth. One of them had surgically implanted fangs. He wore a cape, too. But they were really, really nice kids. Funny. Smart. And apparently genius clairvoyants.
Their futuristic city was The Dalles, Oregon. There is one thing you need to know about The Dalles: it is in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Well, it is right on the Columbia River (the river that divides Oregon from Washington) and about 80 miles east of Portland. Geologically, it's a straw-colored place. Socially and culturally, it's a zero. But these guys saw something about The Dalles that made their project presentation the project. They made The Dalles equal to or greater than San Francisco. In reality, we joked this would never happen. It could never happen. It should never happen. That was how we all felt about The Dalles.
And so I filed away their project in my mind like this:
Gothic kids
Do they still dress like that?
Fangs
Ouch!
City Life
The Dalles
Sir Master Bates (don't ask)
And I never thought about it again.
Until I read this tonight.
Holy crap!
I can't remember what I did for my project. Seriously.
But I can remember another couple of students working together on the same project. Can I remember their names? No. But two guys worked on this project together. They loved computers. They were goth. One of them had surgically implanted fangs. He wore a cape, too. But they were really, really nice kids. Funny. Smart. And apparently genius clairvoyants.
Their futuristic city was The Dalles, Oregon. There is one thing you need to know about The Dalles: it is in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Well, it is right on the Columbia River (the river that divides Oregon from Washington) and about 80 miles east of Portland. Geologically, it's a straw-colored place. Socially and culturally, it's a zero. But these guys saw something about The Dalles that made their project presentation the project. They made The Dalles equal to or greater than San Francisco. In reality, we joked this would never happen. It could never happen. It should never happen. That was how we all felt about The Dalles.
And so I filed away their project in my mind like this:
Gothic kids
Do they still dress like that?
Fangs
Ouch!
City Life
The Dalles
Sir Master Bates (don't ask)
And I never thought about it again.
Until I read this tonight.
Holy crap!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
album, short & fast
My quick trip to Portland is behind me, and I all have to share are a few photos I took here and there.
Looking down the sidewalk from my house.
Blue sky? Whudda hudda? Apparently so:
The neighborhood cat, Sugar, gets some tummy L-O-V-E:
And then he gives it (1/1000 head butts of love):
Tree that I look out to from my bedroom window (though pine trees are not uncommon in Portland, this view reminds me of Oregon's high desert):
Flowers in vases, part I:
Part II:
Part III:
Over. A plump little woman demystifying flight schedules in Denver:
Looking down the sidewalk from my house.
Blue sky? Whudda hudda? Apparently so:
The neighborhood cat, Sugar, gets some tummy L-O-V-E:
And then he gives it (1/1000 head butts of love):
Tree that I look out to from my bedroom window (though pine trees are not uncommon in Portland, this view reminds me of Oregon's high desert):
Flowers in vases, part I:
Part II:
Part III:
Over. A plump little woman demystifying flight schedules in Denver:
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Instant chill.
It is deathly hot and humid in Florida tonight - so I'm cooling off with this picture I took in July, of another coastal state: Oregon. It was something like fifty-six degrees when that picture was taken. Ahhh, I don't even think my freezer is that cold right now!
Monday, August 01, 2005
Crouching Sunshine/Hidden Cove
My sweet Stephen is an amazing photographer...he has influenced me, as of late, to start my own extremely amateur photography hobby. I'm never going to be great - I've resigned myself to being a novice always - but I like to pretend I know when the light outside could make for somewhat good picture. This picture, my favorite of the latest, was taken at sunset in Seaside, Oregon.
Living it up, Duck Motif style.
This guy is, apparently, soul brotha to the Duck Motif blog. I found his memorial bench quite by mistake, but was totally taken with his love for the good life.
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