Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Sunday, October 16, 2016
HORSETAIL FALLS, OREGON
A beautiful view of this 208 foot high falls on the Columbia River Highway – only minutes away from Portland on the New Freeway. ©1969 D.P.I. DT-58413-C
The water around me was eager to carry me to the falls. The tree trunk was turning steadily to its side. My anchor dropped out from under me. I leaped weakly from the trunk to the rock it was resting on. My hand darted about the stone for handholds on its smooth surface. The tree trunk was still sliding to the left and it pushed me back into the water. The water did not feel cold anymore. I felt an edge but before I could slow myself down it caught me in the neck. Ice. Ice still attached to the far shore. I pulled my arm above the cracking ice. The current pulled hard against me and my waterlogged clothes. I was too weak to pull myself out of the water. My vision was blurry. I squeezed them together. It took me a moment to realize the dark blur in front of me was my own arm fumbling around on the ice struggling to keep me above the water. I squeezed my eyes together and breathed deep and when I opened them, I could already see an outstretched hand. The shackles of the river had me by the ankles.
-TM US-9295161Transcribed by jjwood687 on Fiverr.
Unique Family Dining
GRANDMAS’s Unique Family Dining US-4295160
Corner of Denney and Hail Blvd. 12255 S.W. Denney Road Beaverton, Oregon 97065
There is probably a word for it. Like the German word schádenfreude. Happiness at the misfortune of others…a specific word for a for a specific identifiable thing or act. My wife went for sushi at a place were the dishes ride on a moving track around the dining area. You grab what you want. We were having a great time and then an old grey haired retiree with recent wrist surgery sat upstream from us. She proceeded to eat and the “good” plates of sushi leaving us with the worst plates. She would stack them infront of herself creating a buffet for one. There has to be a word for an upstream eater who takes the best stuff leaving you with the crap. Asshole…perhaps the word is asshole.
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Stamp: "John Adams" Red United States Postage Stamp 2¢
Original Postmark: Burlington, VT. Aug 1 1952 PM
Addressed to: Miss Elizabeth Leeds of Elhurst, NJ
Faith had a baby girl after a hard time it was borne(sic) Thursday morning at eight oclock(sic) and we were all glad[.] Mother Kemyon is very sick, had two heart attacks and they don't know if she will pull out of it or not. Will write later Love Alice.
“Talent Scout” US-4273718
Nickname---Green Mountain State
Area in Sq. Miles---9,564
Entered the Union. Mar.
I saw the man standing outside the employee entrance door through the security glass. He had a big grin on his face like he was about to sell me a car. I took a deep breath as I pushed the door open just enough to let myself outside. He stood there and the door closed behind me. “Hey, how are you doing?” he asked still smiling broadly.
“Good. Have a good night” I said as I moved past him briskly. He starts to follow me.
“Hey!” he calls out.
“Do you want to be [dramatic pause] a star?”
“Eh.” I said indifferently.
“I will make you a staaahh.”
“Oh?” I said feigning interest as I stepped backwards while looking at him.
“Nah. You don’t have what it takes to be a stah.”
“Aww.” I said crestfallen.
In a related note my place of employment has a psych unit.Transcribed by jjwood687 on Fiverr.
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Flavor Text: In public, Dean’s own insecurity was submerged by his Brando-style machismo. His open shirt and arrogantly poised cigarette were a perfect fantasy for nonsmoking teenagers who still listened to their parents.
Michaelanne’s vision was going black. Her helmet was repeatedly depressurizing and repressurizing in an attempt to help oxygenate the dropping O2 levels in her blood. She was clawing at the Juggernauts forearm which was holding her up by her neck. She reached up at the underside of her shattered facemask. The tempered glass crunched within her gloves on the helmet detaching from her suite. She hurtled it at her assailant who dropped her to the floor. Gasping she reached around for a weapon only to find her recently discarded helmet. She slide backwards away from the man who was still holding his face. She backed up into a wall. There was a silence as the both stood there looking at one another. His jaw tightened and he hunched forward as he wiped blood from his eyes. She started pushing backwards again as she moved right along the wall and into a small vestibule. She looked up as she passed under something before she could register what it was her bulky Maglev book had kicked out one of its legs. The wooden leg of a ladder, which was so out of place for the arbormine space station. The ladder began to fall forward between her and her assailant. Objects began to fall off the top of top tier of the ladder. A bucket of blue paint fell into his arms and a moment later a bucket of white paint fell in her lap.
Friday, October 7, 2016
For a nursing class on world health, I wrote a paper on the immediate and long term effects of Chernobyl's meltdown on Belarus.
One fact I learned was that you could spend the day wandering around much of the site of Chernobyl and Pripyat and still be exposed to LESS radiation than you would be exposed to if you were performing one endovascular thoracic case using fluoroscopy.
Andre Kertesz. American, b. Hungary, 1894-1985
Du-Dubon-Dubonnet (On the Boulevards) Paris, 1934
Gelatin silver print, 13 5/8 x 9 7/8 in.
Norton Museum of Art
West Palm Beach, Florida US-4273775
So it looks like Hillary Clinton might be our next president. I cannot bring myself to support her (yet?). I really do not like the idea that I must vote for her because Trump is a worse candidate. I find Hillary morally as vile. I would vote no confidence in either. I was a registered Democrat for most of my life. Since I gained the right to vote. I changed parties to an independent because I do not what the DNC has become. Deceitful. Petty. I don’t think I will change my party to vote in any closed elections. Unless…a candidate really wows me. Hillary does not care about “doing the right thing.” She wants to do the popular thing. Sometimes the right thing and the popular thing coincide. Sometimes the popular thing only involves those around her not the majority of Americans or people. Sometimes she does things because she is worried about diminishing her popularity. I can’t say she is evil. Just calculating. Self evaluating constantly. I worry about trusting that. The DNC who I cannot trust is insisting that I trust her. And apparently I must trust her or else.
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Making a point to say hello
My grandmother on my mothers side was named Marguerite. I always knew her a Grandma Walsh or Florida Grandma (since she lived in Florida not New Jersey…though come to think of it I never called Grandma Minor, New Jersey Grandma)
At my grandmothers funeral the priest was doing his sermon/homily he kept calling her Margaret…which no one ever called her. No one ever corrected him. Perhaps she is still standing outside the pearly gates because her name was written incorrectly because of the bumbling priest.
Moral: only let those who know you, care about you…talk about you.
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Last weekend my wife and I attended a sealed deck magic the gathering prerelease tournament for “Kaladesh” Series. Played till 05:30 AM but we only played 5 of the 6 rounds, since they cut the game short. I only lost one match…to the guy who won 1st place I ended up getting 8th. Using math I will never understand. My wife got 25th place. I got 4 booster packs she got 1 pack. Days later we both discovered we both won cold viruses, which I may have mailed to you.
Mount Hood and the heart of downtown Portland, Oregon are framed by the beauty of Washington Park’s International Rose Test Gardens.
-TM www.minormumbles.com no need to thank me.
Choose target creature. You get (two energy counters), then you may pay any amount of (energy). The creature gets -1/-1 until end of turn for each (energy) paid this way
“When the time comes, let go. Nothing lasts forever.”Transcribed by jjwood687 on Fiverr.
ReaderChris who wanted a postcard of a Jackalope from a state other than AZ or CO. Boom. I can totally do that. ReaderChris also has a postcarding blog too.
I had to uninstall PokemonGo on my phone. I was convinced I would kill myself or someone...with my car. I noticed I was playing at red lights...then playing in stalled traffic. But it wasn't until I asked myself while driving across a bridge..."I wonder if there are any water pokemon here?" I did not check. Because I imagined myself driving off the bridge. Of course, I would not die...but I would have to explain how it happened. I deleted the game when I got home. -TM
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Postcard #129: “TMBNE”
MOON BRIDGE – JAPANESE GARDENS
Maintained by the Japanese Garden Society of Oregon, the garden is resplendent in imported authentic Japanese artifacts. All of the shrubs, plants, and trees seen here are also native to Japan. A garden of serene beauty situated in the West Hills of Portland.
Sep 08 2016
Adult 2.5 Hours
1 found $2.50 09/08/16
2562 Auth. 51174
Monmouth Mall #2234
DARK KNIGHT RISES
2:15pm Mon 7/30/2012
STATION: 0087/30/2012 1:47pm
Back when I was more single and more regularly depressed, I bought two tickets to see “They Might Be Giants” play a New Years' eve show in Brooklyn. I bought the tickets months in advance with the idea it would give me the courage to ask someone out to use the other ticket. I asked someone they said they were busy…and that was depressing enough not to bother trying to ask other people. I decided to go to the show…maybe I will meet someone on the way. Someone outside the show. We will get to talking. Hit it off…kismet! And we have a cute story to tell our friends about how we met. I met no one. I handed my extra ticket to the bouncer and said let someone in for free. I enjoyed the show but it was sad. No one to share the music with. I awkwardly stood there while people kissed at midnight. I gladly left at the end of the show. I could still make it out of the city if I hurried. On the subway train home when the train reached the tunnel going under the east river the conductor really pushed down the throttle we bounced and rocked violently all the way for a few miles. People on the train struggled to stay in their seats. By the time the train stopped the car was full of vomit and smelled of future New Year’s resolutions.
(cut here) -TM
I don’t know where all my movie ticket stubs are packed. We recently moved. This is the one I just happened to find in my desk. Here is a train pass from Portland’s ticket system. $2.50 can get you anywhere. Feel free to rip this off and reuse the card. Let me know if you do.
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I sort of wish I sent her a different movie ticket. I have a bunch of them packed away somewhere but this was the only one I could find. I have movie tickets going all the way back to high school. Which sort of blows my mind just typing that.