I have to say, though:

Moving by bike is awesome!


(I think I need to trim my bangs some more...can you spot me?)

Twenty people showed up to move Ed by bicycle. He's moved from Sellwood to N. Portland, a distance of about eight miles, most of which is gradually uphill.

I'd never ridden my bike with a trailer on it. Donna has a nice older Burley trailer, so I hitched it up and helped out. It was super fun! I loved seeing people's reactions to this caravan of twenty loaded bikes! Also, it was hard work. And at then end of it, there was beer and lots of friends to talk to. It was hard to peel myself away for the "experimental karaoke" thing I went to with jenhowell. I may have enjoyed it better if either of us had been able to sing, or if I wasn't so damn sleepy. Maybe that means I'll actually sleep tonight? That would be nice.

Did you know Holocene has an old-fashioned photobooth? I got some silly shots of myself, but also one of my favorite pictures of me, ever. Nice!

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A friend of mine linked me to this article, because she said the girl in the picture on the first page looks kinda like me, except "I don't think you'd wear those shoes."

So: I have a reputation now for striped knee socks and super-girly skirts. That is so awesome. Kinda like how when I talk to people on the Pretty Dress Ride last week, they said they were disappointed I wasn't there.

Hee!

BUT, the article: Dear NYT, STFU about Portland. Seriously. I know you guys have a hard-on for us, but it's getting irritating. Also, to 95% of the population, spending $25 on one person's meal is not frugal. Spending less than $7.50, or even better, $5, sure.

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My plans for the day:

Take a shower and get dressed
Bunjee an old blanket onto my bike rack
Ride to Food Fight! and buy edibles
Ride to Powells' on Hawthorne and buy a novel. Don't know which one yet. But no non-fiction, no magazines--a proper novel.
Ride to Piccolo Park (SE 28th between Division and Clinton) and lay around, nibbling and reading.

If anyone would like to join me, they can text me, but I'm not looking to be too terribly social.

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So joyful_grrrl had me look at something on the website Off Beat Bride, and I poked around the website a little, and found the following quote from Miss Manners:

"While exclusionary interest in one other human being, which is what we call courtship, is all very exciting in the stages of discovery, there is not enough substance in it for a lifetime, no matter how fascinating the people or passionate the romance.
The world, on the other hand, is chock full of interesting and curious things. The point of the courtship — marriage — is to secure someone with whom you wish to go hand in hand through this source of entertainment, each making discoveries, and then sharing some and merely reporting others. Anyone who tries to compete with the entire world, demanding to be someone's sole source of interest and attention, is asking to be classified as a bore. "Why don't you ever want to talk to me?" will probably never start a satisfactory marital conversation. "Guess what?" will probably never fail."

Does this give anyone else a serious case of the warm fuzzies? Or did I just have one glass too many of wine tonight?

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Bought two books, a fiction by Annie Dillard, and a collection of autobiagraphical short stories called Bad Girls: 26 Writers Misbehave, which I quite like. Piccolo park had kids and parents and other people with bicycles and blankets and books. It was lovely. Hawthorne was crowded because the weather was so nice and it's Saturday. Ben'n'Jerry's had "Pint for a pint" promotion--there was a couple of Red Cross vans taking blood donations, and in exchange you got a coupon for ice cream. That made me smile.