Music | Rock Me Baby... by Gretchen
Note the time... I just returned from a night of poetry and music and a visual delight of people who came to attend Poetic Nights at the OHM Nightclub in Old Town. I've got Gretchen in my head singing "Rock me baby... Rock me all night long..." She is a little petite women dressed in a very conservative beige skirt and jacket that one would never think had this amazing sensual voice. She literally transformed into a sex kitten as she let out her song and fighting to unbutton her jacket.
Quite a few poets came out, 3 that had words that hit me up side the head. I had talked about stepping out of my comfort zone earlier, and tonite was a prime opportunity for me to do so. As one of the first poets that left a heavy impression on me read, I thought about my new series of photographs. "Portland Poets" was born. There was still the issue of introducing myself and talking with my possible future subjects. But with my cards in hand, I was surprised how easy I was able to talk with them. All 3 seemed genuinely interested, so in the next few weeks, we'll see if this starts to happen.
The evening went on with a great local band finishing up the night for me. I got to meet finally a woman that I had spoken with and communicated via the internet for a photo shoot. She is an amazing singer that joined the band for a song.
I'm riding home, thinking what a great night I had. Now I'm cruising along empty streets, traffic lights turning green as I approach the last turn before I can park my bike. Suddenly, a mere 4 blocks from my home, a car is blasting thru the intersection, apparently not seeing me as I am going thru the same intersection. Fortunately, I'm in a gear where I flipped the throttle, accelerated hard, slide over to my left as the car misses me by 5 feet.
I'm not as shocked as I thought I should be. I could have been T-boned by a fast moving car. For a moment, I heard in my head the collision. My night ended to reinforce me that stepping out of my comfort zone isn't as bad as being dead. I imagine things will come easier now.
May 25, 2007
May 23, 2007
May 22, 2007
Ch ch ch ch Changes...
Music | Castles Made of Sand by Jimi Hendrix
Lately, I've been processing my photos as colour and liking it. The last 2 big events I have shot, I didn't process out any black and white images, like I do the majority of the time. I'm not sure why this shift has taken place. I'm confused by the turn.
More stranger than fiction, at least for me is a process called cross processing. Back in the film days, for effect, photographers would develope their colour film in slide film chemistry and vice-versa. I've never pursued this technique because I always thought of it as an ineffective cover for bad photography.
Now here I am, shooting more colour than normal and showing you an image which I really like that has the cross process technique, in digital form. Where am I going from here?
Lately, I've been processing my photos as colour and liking it. The last 2 big events I have shot, I didn't process out any black and white images, like I do the majority of the time. I'm not sure why this shift has taken place. I'm confused by the turn.
More stranger than fiction, at least for me is a process called cross processing. Back in the film days, for effect, photographers would develope their colour film in slide film chemistry and vice-versa. I've never pursued this technique because I always thought of it as an ineffective cover for bad photography.
Now here I am, shooting more colour than normal and showing you an image which I really like that has the cross process technique, in digital form. Where am I going from here?
May 19, 2007
Rohner Letterpress
Music | If You Want Me to Stay by Sly & the Family Stone
And now I have to meet the timeless elegance of my new business cards in everything I do...
It isn't just the way it looks, it is the way it feels. The weight, the subtle oh so very subtle texture, the indent of where the fonts and logo have been pressed... There is nothing like letter press printing.
And now I have to meet the timeless elegance of my new business cards in everything I do...
It isn't just the way it looks, it is the way it feels. The weight, the subtle oh so very subtle texture, the indent of where the fonts and logo have been pressed... There is nothing like letter press printing.
The March of Time...
Music | Reasons by Earth Wind and Fire
My nephew is 29 years old and got married! Daaaa-yummmmm!!!
My nephew is 29 years old and got married! Daaaa-yummmmm!!!
May 17, 2007
It's Time...
Music | The Walk by Imogen Heap
Late last night, I headed out to a bar, lots of drinks, lots of smoke and interesting conversations. I went intending to write down streams of thought, for inspiration, ideas, and plans. Over the last few months, I've come to realize I've been stagnant - as a photographer, artist and even as a person. I haven't challenged myself into creating or doing something new. Not to say the jobs I have had have not been challenging, but I've been solving problems that may have arisen in the same way I have been. I'm not into falling and getting comfortable into formulaic solutions. But in the back of my head, I know I haven't done anything to stir up some mojo.
During my stream of thought writing, on my over sized index cards, I wrote...
"Step up and move into the next level. It is time. Venture out and embrace the unknown."
Shortly there after, I had a brief conversation with a gentleman sitting next to me. He asked how my writing was going. I told him I was trying to stir up inspirations, come up with ideas for execution. "Execution!!!" he said. "Isn't that a wonderful word? Often difficult to achieve, but once put into action, almost always there is a result of change, mostly towards the positive."
I thought for a moment I was having a conversation with a wise man who spoke his words to me out of the blue, then said goodbye and left.
So I've got ideas in my head, inspirations conjuring. My plan is to do something that will put me in a higher plane, a level I haven't reached ever, or at least in a very long time. It is time...
Late last night, I headed out to a bar, lots of drinks, lots of smoke and interesting conversations. I went intending to write down streams of thought, for inspiration, ideas, and plans. Over the last few months, I've come to realize I've been stagnant - as a photographer, artist and even as a person. I haven't challenged myself into creating or doing something new. Not to say the jobs I have had have not been challenging, but I've been solving problems that may have arisen in the same way I have been. I'm not into falling and getting comfortable into formulaic solutions. But in the back of my head, I know I haven't done anything to stir up some mojo.
During my stream of thought writing, on my over sized index cards, I wrote...
"Step up and move into the next level. It is time. Venture out and embrace the unknown."
Shortly there after, I had a brief conversation with a gentleman sitting next to me. He asked how my writing was going. I told him I was trying to stir up inspirations, come up with ideas for execution. "Execution!!!" he said. "Isn't that a wonderful word? Often difficult to achieve, but once put into action, almost always there is a result of change, mostly towards the positive."
I thought for a moment I was having a conversation with a wise man who spoke his words to me out of the blue, then said goodbye and left.
So I've got ideas in my head, inspirations conjuring. My plan is to do something that will put me in a higher plane, a level I haven't reached ever, or at least in a very long time. It is time...
May 13, 2007
Quiet Before the Storm
Music | Ballad for Old Souls by Muhal Richard Abrams
It is nice to have social obligations now and then. Lately, I've been attending gatherings, events, meetings and such. Much more the usual for me, especially at this time of the year.
My work load is light, but seems heavy with the happenings going on. I have managed to work up jobs that have come thru, only because I've been more diligent and particularly focused. I've got a work load coming up in few months that I have not seen the likes of. I'm confident I can manage thru it, but at that time, I'll be going thru some new software explorations that will also be necessary for me to get thru my work flow. Why not push the learning curve up front to now, you ask. That would be the easy way out... besides, I need to have the pressure of job situations for me to get motivated.
I am quite excited to have one of the busiest summers as far as I can remember. Lots of challenges and the new experiences of growth. It is gonna be a great year!
It is nice to have social obligations now and then. Lately, I've been attending gatherings, events, meetings and such. Much more the usual for me, especially at this time of the year.
My work load is light, but seems heavy with the happenings going on. I have managed to work up jobs that have come thru, only because I've been more diligent and particularly focused. I've got a work load coming up in few months that I have not seen the likes of. I'm confident I can manage thru it, but at that time, I'll be going thru some new software explorations that will also be necessary for me to get thru my work flow. Why not push the learning curve up front to now, you ask. That would be the easy way out... besides, I need to have the pressure of job situations for me to get motivated.
I am quite excited to have one of the busiest summers as far as I can remember. Lots of challenges and the new experiences of growth. It is gonna be a great year!
May 03, 2007
Glad to be Home...
Music | Why Georgia by John Mayer
8 days, 4 cities, over 4000 miles in the air, 1300 on the road, 3 time zones. A 12 hour work day where 95% of that time was on my feet with a heavy camera in my hand, a over 40 person portrait session as it begins to rain, a pair of road trips, to and from totaling over 20 hours on my ass in the drivers side of the car, far too less amount of hours sleeping... I've been on adrenalin until today where I have no commitments to anyone and I begin to crash...
8 days, 4 cities, over 4000 miles in the air, 1300 on the road, 3 time zones. A 12 hour work day where 95% of that time was on my feet with a heavy camera in my hand, a over 40 person portrait session as it begins to rain, a pair of road trips, to and from totaling over 20 hours on my ass in the drivers side of the car, far too less amount of hours sleeping... I've been on adrenalin until today where I have no commitments to anyone and I begin to crash...
April 24, 2007
On the Road Again
Another early morning at the airport... I tend to travel in the early morning when departing for a destination and returning home later in the evening. I got no sleep due to a dog that wouldn't go to sleep and the 3 nocturnal cats in the house I stayed in, just to get a ride to the airport...
I love the airport in early morning, when the terminal is stagnate, quiet and almost serene. The new ambient light of the morning crosses paths with the internal light making everything surreal.
I've been here for an hour now and now the place is buzzing. People chatting, people reading, sleeping and waiting in line. I'm at the window, half sleeping, the other half still not in reality. I can't wait to get in the plane to nap...
I love the airport in early morning, when the terminal is stagnate, quiet and almost serene. The new ambient light of the morning crosses paths with the internal light making everything surreal.
I've been here for an hour now and now the place is buzzing. People chatting, people reading, sleeping and waiting in line. I'm at the window, half sleeping, the other half still not in reality. I can't wait to get in the plane to nap...
April 18, 2007
Interview with Dara
Music | Black Women (For Beatrice Anderson and Amelia Drake) by Fred Anderson and Hamid Drake.
April 11, 2007
Kung Fu Hustle and the Little Cussing Girl
Music | Infinite Eyes by Keb Mo
So I got the chance to see Kung Fu Hustle the other day and really enjoyed it. The story line is one of fairy tales and I thought with the exception to some of the violence, my daughter would really like it. The fighting scenes are quite incredible, but some of the cartoonish effects are effective as well. We started to watch the first part of the movie (the kill for the sake of killing edited...) Since the movie is subtitled, I was doing the dialog for my daughter as the movie went along. She has been reading well, but I didn't think she would be able to keep up. Early in the movie, I'm laughing to myself because I'm obviously editing the strong language as I read. But my kid goes, "OH my gosh, he told that other guy to, 'Piss Off!'" She said it rather nonchalantly and if I didn't react with shock and laughter, it would have passed. But to see a little girl say, "Piss Off!" is one of the most funny things I have ever seen.
So I got the chance to see Kung Fu Hustle the other day and really enjoyed it. The story line is one of fairy tales and I thought with the exception to some of the violence, my daughter would really like it. The fighting scenes are quite incredible, but some of the cartoonish effects are effective as well. We started to watch the first part of the movie (the kill for the sake of killing edited...) Since the movie is subtitled, I was doing the dialog for my daughter as the movie went along. She has been reading well, but I didn't think she would be able to keep up. Early in the movie, I'm laughing to myself because I'm obviously editing the strong language as I read. But my kid goes, "OH my gosh, he told that other guy to, 'Piss Off!'" She said it rather nonchalantly and if I didn't react with shock and laughter, it would have passed. But to see a little girl say, "Piss Off!" is one of the most funny things I have ever seen.
April 07, 2007
and sometimes you just go...
Music | Any Other Name by Thomas Newman off the Soundtrack of American Beauty
I put on a ride call earlier in the week to see if anyone would come out and take a short but scenic ride with me today. I called it off early afternoon because of the constant rain and what appeared to be never ending rain clouds. No sooner than 15 minutes after calling off the ride, the clouds parted and the sun came out...
Shortly after, I looked outside and out the the west, heavy dark clouds loomed again. But, it wasn't raining out NOW, so I decided I would take my chances and ride. I stopped off at the meeting place I had originally announced, thinking there was some fool to come out with me, but no fools.
Again, over the bridge and into the Tualitan Mountains... and like clockwork, I'm feeling good. This ride I take, doesn't last for more than a 1/2 hour, but it is proven therapy for me...
I put on a ride call earlier in the week to see if anyone would come out and take a short but scenic ride with me today. I called it off early afternoon because of the constant rain and what appeared to be never ending rain clouds. No sooner than 15 minutes after calling off the ride, the clouds parted and the sun came out...
Shortly after, I looked outside and out the the west, heavy dark clouds loomed again. But, it wasn't raining out NOW, so I decided I would take my chances and ride. I stopped off at the meeting place I had originally announced, thinking there was some fool to come out with me, but no fools.
Again, over the bridge and into the Tualitan Mountains... and like clockwork, I'm feeling good. This ride I take, doesn't last for more than a 1/2 hour, but it is proven therapy for me...
April 06, 2007
In writing for you, or me...
Music | Evidence by Thelonious Monk
A sudden sensation takes you over for a moment, sometimes for a longer period of time. You know your in the moment and you want it to last. There are times in the past, where the magic has appeared and I had the cogent reaction to know what was going on and knew what I was feeling was very special. It comes in all forms... viewing a photograph, listening to a song, catching the aroma of a woman walking by... Sometimes it brings on a memory, embarking you to a time and place far from the present. Sometimes a placid mood overtakes you allowing you to feel something "new".
I was challenged by a comrade this evening, while we were both somewhat inebriated by good smokes, beer and the warm spring evening that we haven't had the pleasure of for quite sometime. We were talking about this thing we do called blogging... how I could point out exactly what was the best piece I had ever written... A Vision. What was it he asked that made that piece so well written? I remember clarity, the moment I was in and how it just stayed in my head. The more the experiences I had gone thru, the images stayed crystal clear. When I went to write what had just happened to me, the words just came and made my fingers type the words. There was no real effort, it came and I let it go. Other than that, I had no explanation why that piece was the best written blog I have ever come up with.
We have magical moments, I had another this evening. I went to a monthly art event referred to as, First Thursday, in the Pearl District, where the art galleries open with new exhibitions. I ran into a few fellow artists that I knew, spent some time having nice conversations... When it was time for me to leave, I got on the motorcycle to head home. I'm traveling a less frequented route. The road was empty, the lamp posts speeding by, a warm pervasive breeze a constant. I'm hit with that feeling, this is a special moment, this is a time I will remember for a long time. A calm comes over me, I say in my mind, "This is a moment..." The feeling drifts away and I'm slowing down for a red light in front of me. The moment is gone, the feeling lingers and with a sort of serenity, I ride home.
I was supposed to have captured the same "clarity" as the post that was my best written piece ever in the paragraph above, but I know I fell short. The words did not flow out of my fingers and I spend a good 15 minutes on that paragraph alone...
As I said, a challenge was put upon me... and that to write with more clarity, more description, good grammer and stuff like that... I have a good friend, who will tell me like it is. I say I write this blog for me. I can read between the lines and read the code I have written for myself to be able to recreate the moment I wrote any specific blog. I enjoy going back in time and see where I have come from and where I am. He says it is out there for the public, so...
I am not writing for you, my very dear readers of this blog. I am VERY appreciative! However, there are some things I will not put out to the masses, but I do try and not censor anything I begin to write.
In any case, the challenge that was put upon me has been duly noted. There is always room for improvement in writing this blog, for both you and me...
A sudden sensation takes you over for a moment, sometimes for a longer period of time. You know your in the moment and you want it to last. There are times in the past, where the magic has appeared and I had the cogent reaction to know what was going on and knew what I was feeling was very special. It comes in all forms... viewing a photograph, listening to a song, catching the aroma of a woman walking by... Sometimes it brings on a memory, embarking you to a time and place far from the present. Sometimes a placid mood overtakes you allowing you to feel something "new".
I was challenged by a comrade this evening, while we were both somewhat inebriated by good smokes, beer and the warm spring evening that we haven't had the pleasure of for quite sometime. We were talking about this thing we do called blogging... how I could point out exactly what was the best piece I had ever written... A Vision. What was it he asked that made that piece so well written? I remember clarity, the moment I was in and how it just stayed in my head. The more the experiences I had gone thru, the images stayed crystal clear. When I went to write what had just happened to me, the words just came and made my fingers type the words. There was no real effort, it came and I let it go. Other than that, I had no explanation why that piece was the best written blog I have ever come up with.
We have magical moments, I had another this evening. I went to a monthly art event referred to as, First Thursday, in the Pearl District, where the art galleries open with new exhibitions. I ran into a few fellow artists that I knew, spent some time having nice conversations... When it was time for me to leave, I got on the motorcycle to head home. I'm traveling a less frequented route. The road was empty, the lamp posts speeding by, a warm pervasive breeze a constant. I'm hit with that feeling, this is a special moment, this is a time I will remember for a long time. A calm comes over me, I say in my mind, "This is a moment..." The feeling drifts away and I'm slowing down for a red light in front of me. The moment is gone, the feeling lingers and with a sort of serenity, I ride home.
I was supposed to have captured the same "clarity" as the post that was my best written piece ever in the paragraph above, but I know I fell short. The words did not flow out of my fingers and I spend a good 15 minutes on that paragraph alone...
As I said, a challenge was put upon me... and that to write with more clarity, more description, good grammer and stuff like that... I have a good friend, who will tell me like it is. I say I write this blog for me. I can read between the lines and read the code I have written for myself to be able to recreate the moment I wrote any specific blog. I enjoy going back in time and see where I have come from and where I am. He says it is out there for the public, so...
I am not writing for you, my very dear readers of this blog. I am VERY appreciative! However, there are some things I will not put out to the masses, but I do try and not censor anything I begin to write.
In any case, the challenge that was put upon me has been duly noted. There is always room for improvement in writing this blog, for both you and me...
April 01, 2007
1st Ride of the Year...
Music | Rocket Hanabi by Tujiko Noriko
I woke up a bit later than expected and saw sun streaming thru the windows. I quickly got up and saw that it was 9:15. I had 45 minutes to get dressed, warm up the bike and head out to Intel where a few guys were getting together for a ride to the coast. I knew I wasn't going to make the whole trip, but wanted to meet a few members of the VJMC of Portland (Vintage Japanese Motorcycle Club) and take a portion of the ride.
2 Hondas, a Kawasaki and my Suzuki were the only ones to show up, but we rode aggressively thru the back roads west of Portland, proper. My first big ride of the year allowed me to ride as hard as I have on the big 1 litre. I wouldn't be able to find the roads we road from Hillsboro to Caston, but they will be in my head for awhile.
I left the guys in Gaston to head back, but on the way I realized I would be near the tiny town of Helvetia, home to the Helvetia Tavern. They have by far the best Cheeseburger I've ever had west of the Mississippi. Side order of fries and a coke, I was set!
The ride home is the feeling you ride for. Hardly another vehicle around, back roads of twisty, rolling hills as fast or as slow as you want to go. I am fortunate to live near the Tualitan Mountains, literally a 5 minute ride from home. It is always a joy going thru them. I also get the great view the St. John's Bridge allows me as well.
I woke up a bit later than expected and saw sun streaming thru the windows. I quickly got up and saw that it was 9:15. I had 45 minutes to get dressed, warm up the bike and head out to Intel where a few guys were getting together for a ride to the coast. I knew I wasn't going to make the whole trip, but wanted to meet a few members of the VJMC of Portland (Vintage Japanese Motorcycle Club) and take a portion of the ride.
2 Hondas, a Kawasaki and my Suzuki were the only ones to show up, but we rode aggressively thru the back roads west of Portland, proper. My first big ride of the year allowed me to ride as hard as I have on the big 1 litre. I wouldn't be able to find the roads we road from Hillsboro to Caston, but they will be in my head for awhile.
I left the guys in Gaston to head back, but on the way I realized I would be near the tiny town of Helvetia, home to the Helvetia Tavern. They have by far the best Cheeseburger I've ever had west of the Mississippi. Side order of fries and a coke, I was set!
The ride home is the feeling you ride for. Hardly another vehicle around, back roads of twisty, rolling hills as fast or as slow as you want to go. I am fortunate to live near the Tualitan Mountains, literally a 5 minute ride from home. It is always a joy going thru them. I also get the great view the St. John's Bridge allows me as well.
March 25, 2007
March 17, 2007
A Growing Spirit...
Music | The Story by Brandi Carlile
It has been close to a 6 months since D and I visited the Portland Rock Gym. She is by nature a climbing maniac, which shows when she is in the park climbing and hanging off monkey bars and such. She has talked about wanting to try The Wall ever since she first saw it on and off since then. Today, she got her chance.
I didn't know the difficulty of clibing the wall until I saw other kids not making it up and the one 12 year old girl that did make it up took her 4 times longer than it took D. The instructor couldn't believe she had never done this before.
My little angel, the rock conquerer...
btw, this is the wall, not D climbing up. Mr. Photographer left his camera at home and would never be able to scale the opposite wall to get such a photograph!
It has been close to a 6 months since D and I visited the Portland Rock Gym. She is by nature a climbing maniac, which shows when she is in the park climbing and hanging off monkey bars and such. She has talked about wanting to try The Wall ever since she first saw it on and off since then. Today, she got her chance.
I didn't know the difficulty of clibing the wall until I saw other kids not making it up and the one 12 year old girl that did make it up took her 4 times longer than it took D. The instructor couldn't believe she had never done this before.
My little angel, the rock conquerer...
btw, this is the wall, not D climbing up. Mr. Photographer left his camera at home and would never be able to scale the opposite wall to get such a photograph!
March 14, 2007
Erio Warhol
Music | Crash into Me by Dave Matthews
"Hike up your skirt a little more, and show your world to me... " I love that line!
Anyway, I purchased myself a new computer from Apple a few weeks ago. It didn't come until last Saturday. That's what I get for getting a refurbished unit, but now that I have it in my grubby hands, I'm a very happy camper.
I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to use it as it is a laptop. Problem is that this computer is soooo much more powerful than my desktop. I have the feeling the desktop will actually become a back up computer.
One of the very cool things about this computer is that it has a video camera built in. It does still captures as well. The software to run the camera is pretty cool. At a push of a few buttons, I can get this...
"Hike up your skirt a little more, and show your world to me... " I love that line!
Anyway, I purchased myself a new computer from Apple a few weeks ago. It didn't come until last Saturday. That's what I get for getting a refurbished unit, but now that I have it in my grubby hands, I'm a very happy camper.
I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to use it as it is a laptop. Problem is that this computer is soooo much more powerful than my desktop. I have the feeling the desktop will actually become a back up computer.
One of the very cool things about this computer is that it has a video camera built in. It does still captures as well. The software to run the camera is pretty cool. At a push of a few buttons, I can get this...
March 06, 2007
All GQ and shit...
Music | Olivia by Fred Anderson
I am not known for my fashion sense. I'm strictly a jeans and basic top kind of guy. I have my favorite pieces of clothing that most people would call disgusting. I've got a 7 year old sweat shirt that has worn at the neck, sleeve ends and belly area. I've got a 45 year old sweater vest that I've had since my early 20's that was given to me by a relative who has since past away. So I have comfort necessities that take precedence and I don't care how it looks. I will say I am wearing my sweater vest a lot less because of the disdain of one of my friends...
For special events, I've got my few slacks and nice dress shirts, but those have been picked up because of price and not because they fit me perfectly or that I just had to have that certain item. I look good, but they don't infuse confidence.
Today, I made a commitment to come home with a suit, shirt and tie with suspenders and a pair of shoes. I bit the bullet and went to a shop where I was fitted and all my cloths altered to fit me perfectly. I have to say it was a very nice experience. I wasn't intimidated, though maybe I was a little in the beginning. I tried on the big names and names I wasn't familiar with. I was impressed with myself to be able to feel what was a great fitting jacket and one that wasn't. I would have loved to spend a $1000 on a suit, but that just wasn't going happen.
As it was, I think I made some good choices. I went with a basic black suit, a fancy but understated white shirt, black suspenders and a yellowish tie. I know, I thought no way was I going to do yellow, but my sales guy put together some colour combinations and I actually liked it a lot.
After trying everything on, my very attractive seamstress came out and pulled here, tugged there, measurements made and marked. I will have my custom tailored suit in 2 days.
I'm astonished to feel the affect of wearing nice clothing. Knowing you look good has its benefits. If I could afford it, I would consider wearing suits more often. That sure would surprise a lot of people!!! I don't know however that I would give up my sweater vest...
I am not known for my fashion sense. I'm strictly a jeans and basic top kind of guy. I have my favorite pieces of clothing that most people would call disgusting. I've got a 7 year old sweat shirt that has worn at the neck, sleeve ends and belly area. I've got a 45 year old sweater vest that I've had since my early 20's that was given to me by a relative who has since past away. So I have comfort necessities that take precedence and I don't care how it looks. I will say I am wearing my sweater vest a lot less because of the disdain of one of my friends...
For special events, I've got my few slacks and nice dress shirts, but those have been picked up because of price and not because they fit me perfectly or that I just had to have that certain item. I look good, but they don't infuse confidence.
Today, I made a commitment to come home with a suit, shirt and tie with suspenders and a pair of shoes. I bit the bullet and went to a shop where I was fitted and all my cloths altered to fit me perfectly. I have to say it was a very nice experience. I wasn't intimidated, though maybe I was a little in the beginning. I tried on the big names and names I wasn't familiar with. I was impressed with myself to be able to feel what was a great fitting jacket and one that wasn't. I would have loved to spend a $1000 on a suit, but that just wasn't going happen.
As it was, I think I made some good choices. I went with a basic black suit, a fancy but understated white shirt, black suspenders and a yellowish tie. I know, I thought no way was I going to do yellow, but my sales guy put together some colour combinations and I actually liked it a lot.
After trying everything on, my very attractive seamstress came out and pulled here, tugged there, measurements made and marked. I will have my custom tailored suit in 2 days.
I'm astonished to feel the affect of wearing nice clothing. Knowing you look good has its benefits. If I could afford it, I would consider wearing suits more often. That sure would surprise a lot of people!!! I don't know however that I would give up my sweater vest...
March 04, 2007
Echoes of the Past...
Music | In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel
The sun hasn't been out for sometime here in Portland. We got a touch of it yesterday, which prompted me to get the motorcycle fixed. I had anticipated sun today, but not in the morning as partly cloudy and fog was in the forecast. But for whatever reason, I got up early this morning and did in fact see the sun out. I contemplated rolling over and going back to sleep, but my bike was calling. Suddenly, I hopped out of bed, got dressed, and headed out the door.
It's been so long... key in the ignition, check neutral light, choke adjusted, hit ignition switch. WHAAAAAAA BAH-BAH-BAH-BAH-BAH-BAH-BAH!!! It's nice to hear the sweet symphony again. I have to remember that it is Sunday early morning and people are still asleep. I re-adjust the choke to run the engine at 2000 rpms. As it raises, I adjust again. All zippers closed, glasses and helmet on, gloves rolled over my sleeve.
Clutch in, 1st gear engaged and I'm off. This repetition I will be going over and over for the 2007 season is easily overlooked as a pure joy of satisfaction. But because I haven't gone over this routine in many months, I savor my take off on a Sunday morning into the unknown.
The sun hasn't been out for sometime here in Portland. We got a touch of it yesterday, which prompted me to get the motorcycle fixed. I had anticipated sun today, but not in the morning as partly cloudy and fog was in the forecast. But for whatever reason, I got up early this morning and did in fact see the sun out. I contemplated rolling over and going back to sleep, but my bike was calling. Suddenly, I hopped out of bed, got dressed, and headed out the door.
It's been so long... key in the ignition, check neutral light, choke adjusted, hit ignition switch. WHAAAAAAA BAH-BAH-BAH-BAH-BAH-BAH-BAH!!! It's nice to hear the sweet symphony again. I have to remember that it is Sunday early morning and people are still asleep. I re-adjust the choke to run the engine at 2000 rpms. As it raises, I adjust again. All zippers closed, glasses and helmet on, gloves rolled over my sleeve.
Clutch in, 1st gear engaged and I'm off. This repetition I will be going over and over for the 2007 season is easily overlooked as a pure joy of satisfaction. But because I haven't gone over this routine in many months, I savor my take off on a Sunday morning into the unknown.
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