There Are Good Things in Cloyne

One of the co-op houses on campus is covered in murals, but these two stencil pieces caught my eye.

The Unseen

I went to see The Unseen show with Alison a few weeks ago, and though the show was disappointing the snaps I took weren't.

Shhhh this place is our secret!

We discovered a new photobooth....



But I'm not telling you where!



Aren't we silly?

What I Found on the Street April 4th and 5th, 2008

Kanye Knows Where It's At

Oh. My. Goodness. Apparently, Kanye West has a blog! And he likes to post videos. And pictures of "yaghts [sic]."

Two stellar examples:





And I swear I have listened to this Kanye song (which includes samples/thrilling plagiarism from pioneer electro act Daft Punk) 70000000 times:



And last but not least, since we're already talking about Daft Punk, a couple of awesome girls turned Daft Hands into Daft Bodies! Way rad - I wonder how long it took to get this right?

Seen Around Portland, Part II

If someone "translates" this for me, they will be my hero.



Funny you should ask, that IS a tree growing into a building. Huh.

Ace Hotel Photobooth

A trip to Portland would not be complete without a photobooth visit. Apparently the Ace Hotel photobooth thinks you're beautiful!

Three Edibles

Portland, at this point, has the great opportunity to pride itself on appealing to me at three culinary levels. First, we've got Cup and Saucer, a relaxed, breakfast-lunch-n-dinner diner on SE Hawthorne. They serve breakfast all day and have the best challah French toast I have ever tasted in my entire life. Also I saw the Chop Tops having brunch there once, and I totally fangirled.



Cup and Saucer has an awesome menu for a diner, but I usually end up getting the same thing - a grilled chicken sandwich that comes with cheese and green chilis. See, the best part about this sandwich is that it is the perfect vehicle for my favorite little-known hot sauce, Secret Aardvark. Apparently you can't buy it anywhere except at two random grocery stores in Portland, and even that's unreliable. You can imagine that this makes me exceedingly sad, seeing as I'm stuck down here in Berkeley. And there may be many excellent culinary experiences to be had here, but no hot sauce can hold a candle to Secret Aardvark.



And last, but most certainly not least, Stumptown Coffeeroasters. I spent last summer in Portland cultivating a caffeine addiction (as every good college student does) with the assistance of Stumptown. So when I went back to Berkeley in the fall, of course I missed it. And I've endured the last semester and a half without my best friend and study aid. Recently, I started to worry that I had built Stumptown up in my head, that maybe there just wasn't something serious between us. But on my recent trip up north, I discovered that my memory simply wasn't comparable to the joy that is Stumptown. The Bay Area may have Blue Bottle and Ritual, which are both excellent, but I have a special place in my heart for the Portland beans. I only brought a half pound back with me (because that stuff is expensive), and the entire plane smelled like coffee!

There is still hair on the porch, I think

I will post more Portland pictures soon, but for now, a moment:



And a song.