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[Aug. 9th, 2008|12:07 am] |
I spent some time at the (Oregon Jewish) museum today, cataloging artifacts. I only go about half as often as I promised I would (oh, well), making an already slow process slower. Today, though, I hit a nice, slick section of the collection and I did documentation on about twenty items in ninety minutes.... which isn't bad. There are only four hundred or so objects left to do documentation for; at the general rate I'm going, I'll be done sometime in late 2010. I hope to heaven that I speed up a little bit, coz that's entirely too long.
Afterward I went to the Augen Gallery, which had a spread of photos of 70s icons: Patti Smith, Dylan, Lou Reed, Linda McCartney, Warhol, the Ramones, Blondie, so many others. The photos were fabulous (a variety of photographers took them), especially the Patti Smith shots (natch). There were also some Warhol prints, and one large (inexplicable) Marcel Dzama print. Go figure. If you're local, you should really go see this show.
Then to Kettleman's, where I had a superlatively tasty boiled salt bagel; and to Daedalus Books, where I bought a recent translation of The Inferno.
Then I watched an older male pedestrian yelling at the top of his lungs at some oblivious and unconcerned driver who had pulled all the way up to the stoplight and was sitting in the "green box" reserved for bikes (so that drivers who want to turn right at a light are forced to wait until any bikes that want to go forward have done so). This reminded me of some, uh, road rage, I had the other day, which so far I haven't told anyone about, partly because Amie will be furious when she hears about it.
Anyway, a few days ago, this driver (with Nevada plates) was behind me on this road that curves, and I wanted to turn left onto the bike route at the intersection where the road curves to the right. To do this, I basically already have to be in the left part of the lane, so I have to pull out into the center of the lane, where I will be forced to stop and wait if cars are coming in the other direction. Not fun. Anyway, before I had a chance to signal my intention, Mr. Nevada ignored the double lines on the road and pulled around me *on the left*, which freaked me out, sharply reduced my ability to maneuver into a place where I could turn left, and made me see red. I decided, what the heck, I'm going to get mine back. So I followed him, and at the next light, he was stopped in front (as I hoped) of the cars waiting to go, so I rode my bike right in front of his van and waited for the light to turn. When I did, I continued to ride in the center of the lane, forcing him to go around me again, which he did, again, illegally, again, on my left side.
Well, there was another light right at the next block. And you know what happens next. It turns red, he pulls up to it as the first driver, and I pull in front of him, and we start all over. This time, he chose to pass me on my left even though traffic was coming the other direction, and he earned some nasty honks along the way as he passed me. It seems sorta stupid in retrospect, but I was annoyed and got caught up in it. I can hear Amie saying "Alan." in her 'disappointed voice.' I don't think drivers are interested in learning to be courteous or safe, though.
After that, I hopped a strange new (?) Trimet bus, which had half as many seats as other buses, and the rest of the space was for standing only, with poles and more poles. I stood up on the jerky, bumpy ride to the east side, and I didn't enjoy even a moment of it. I did, however, note that there were two people on the bus wearing tshirts with pictures of whales on them, and one gentleman wearing a tshirt that said "I (heart) WEED."
Anyway. I intended all day to post this up to date Debbie Harry interview from last year, after seeing her pics at the gallery earlier:
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