sticky stones and bony crones
No song today here--but I'm one of the guest curators over at Fluxblog this week, and just posted a rather lovely Hans Appelqvist piece over there. So go have a look.
The only real development on this front is that I got my first serious Portland haircut, by which I mean not just here but in the style of my subculture here. Stringy, rakish, maintaining some of the two-tone effect from the Great Douglas's Head Bleachout. It makes me feel modern. Got it at Bishop's, a mini-chain here where there are no reservations, just a signup sheet and chairs and loud mix CDs playing, and the magazine on top of the pile is Giant Robot, and they hand you a PBR while you're waiting (well, they handed me a cup of water, but they offered the PBR).