We're set to represent Portland at a parade in NYC this coming Halloween! But we can't do it without help from our city.
We need $30K to make this happen and we're already 44 percent of the way there. Write in and stay tuned to see how you can help. #LRSDatNYC
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This is my thinking today, too, regarding retirement stuff.
In a new executive order, Trump has targeted the federal agency charged with distributing congressionally approved funds to state libraries and to library, museum, and archives program grant recipients.
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I meant, Flashes app?
A pair of red reading glasses sits atop a walking trail lamp post, making it look a little human like.
On one of my walks, I realized that my brand new, funky red readers were no longer in any of my pockets. This is what I found about 5 minutes back along the trail. (This is basically a test of FlashApp)
A.I. is a tool of oppression & erasure. Please stop enriching oligarchs by using it for your Blue Resistance memes. Just draw stick figures & use alt-text.
I’m angry, too, so I’m giving one of these a home 🖤❤️
The removal of a transgender reference from the National Park Service’s Stonewall website wasn’t done by NPS staff. Elon, care to elaborate?
Rose-Tu’s calf has a name! Meet Tula-Tu 💕
A stern peregrine falcon looks at the reader against a background of pinks. "My love for you is like a Peregrine Falcon. Strong. Powerful." The peregrine zooms through the sky over a forest. "Energetic. Zooming towards you at 200 mph." The peregrine catches a bird. "Striking prey in a dramatic mid-air explosion of feathers. Storing excess meat in crevices or on ledges." The peregrine barfs up a pellet with a BLECHHH. "Vomiting up pellets of bone, feathers, gizzard, and other coarse material. Wait. What were we talking about?"
My love for you is like a peregrine falcon. One more valentine from a past year.
I’m doing my small part to meet this demand.
A brown tabby sitting on a console table staring back at the camera
The last light of a sunset visible through mill plumes and tree branches
Brightly lit clouds over dark hills and trees.
Experiencing a very messy week of a messy month of what has been predicted to be a very messy year. I kind of want to go back into the cocoon—my heart’s too porous for this.
Since I was a child in the 80s there have always been conservative guys everywhere yelling about the constitution and what a big deal it was, where are those guys at right now?
Looking to do a fundraiser video on horseshoe crabs or fireflies conservation. Who might I chat with?
Sun shining through windowpanes onto peeling plaster.
Crazy pattern of rainbows from sun shining through prisms onto a wall and framed mirror.
Brightly lit Astoria, OR, street at night from the window of a bistro where a second chance was granted.
A magazine sits on a shelf with the front cover hidden. (Someone prefers the back of the Library’s person of the year issue of Time magazine to the front.)
How is it only Tuesday, still January? The last couple of days have been kind of wild, and tonight is a study in managed expectations. Here is evidence of peacefulness:
I’d read that zine.
Love this band SO much. Among my best discoveries of 2024 (Bug Club!!), though not soon enough to catch their tour. Mannequin Pussy. The KEXP session is super. ‘Loud Bark Deep Bite’ is a frequent, resonating inner soundtrack. They make me cry (like bikini kill makes me cry)
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Also, there may be updated/better titles, but in 2018 'A Quick & Easy Guide to They/Them Pronouns' (Bongiovanni & Jimerson) because it was a quick and easy intro. We'd leave it out for (small town public library) staff to read at a time when the concept was still somewhat new to a lot of us.
Any of Lynda Barry's books on creativity (Making Comics, Picture this). She makes art about the process, accessible to all.
Seek You: A Journey Through American Loneliness (Radtke). It was timely (2021) and resonated.
Oh Joy Sex Toy! because educational, thought-provoking, fun.
A scrap of white fabric is stapled to a utility pole with the words “You don’t choose the times you live in, but you do choose who you want to be. - Grace Lee Boggs” stitched in red and black. A red building, the street, some trees and the beginning of a sunset are visible in the background.
You don’t choose the times you live in, but you do choose who you want to be. - Grace Lee Boggs
4/100
And I wish I had the info for the mural artist. I feel I have photos of work by the same artist that I took in Portland, near Revolution Hall?
A yellow coffee cart featuring a giant sculpture of a banana slugged draped over it. The cart is closed but a menu is posted beneath the slug.
An old doorway, barred by an iron gate, under the sign: Museum of Whimsy
A fantastical mural of odd characters on a stucco building
A frothy cappuccino in a white ceramic cup and saucer
The first images I’m not posting to IG. I drove out to Astoria last week to be stood up for a coffee date. But the coffee was good, I fangirled (privately) over Carson Ellis’ presence, wandered the sunny streets and checked out the “ghost’s” gallery show. Here’s some Astoria randomness.
That sounds pretty great, too!
Leftover stir fry lunch here. Not quite as good as when I made it, but everyone keeps stopping by to tell me how good it smells, so…bonus?
Twin Peaks definitely sealed it for me, too!
Oh: David Lynch memory no. 2. A young adult renting VHS, late ‘80s. The first was Blue Velvet. Only later would I recognize the connection (visual, aural) between BV & Elephant Man, but it changed my movie viewing habits, my style, rewired my eye for art & music.
Over on IG, my algorithm is skewed completely to David Lynch and tiny hippos. It’s a beautiful thing with a seedy underbelly, like that grassy lot with the moldy, human ear (“why, yes…”). It’s probably time to commit to this place or leave the socials entirely. Let’s see.
I’m here, sitting on this same fence. Hello!
Thinking a lot about David Lynch, his influence on my young self and future movie viewing habits. First Contact: I saw The Elephant Man with my aunt in a tiny movie theater in Forks, WA, when I was 11, 12? 1980ish. Knew little about directors but understood this was something much different.
