I purposefully didn't bring the power cord. That way it has to go off eventually.

I keep my power cord near my bed, so apparently that's the default location for my laptop.

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My power cord moves frequently, although, recently it's been living by the couch.

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I'm not surprised Portland has strangenesses for a desert dweller (what with all the water and all for starters), still, seems like an interesting place.

I've been occasionally all wordy about the water in the air in my lj.

About rain in the desert, specifically the Superstition Mountains outside Phoenix:

I loved the barren openness of it all. Those mountains were gorgeous and had a whiff of water around them even in the midst of summer. With nothing marring them. No houses, no hint of masses of people. Just desert that smelled like heaven in the rain.

But about Portland?

It's not that the rain doesn't smell right here. It just doesn't seem to have any smell at all.

There's no anticipation of rain. The vegetation doesn't strain for it. There's no anticipation. It rains and it's not even just a Tuesday. Rain is a constant possibility.

But with a change in how the the rain does or doesn't smell comes something unexpected -- the air smells good. Things are growing and blooming and exhaling oxygen that is just laced with the smell of green and the smell of alive.

Deserts are about the austere. The smell of dirt, of brush. When it is about to rain, you can smell it coming. Smell it after the water has gone too. Sage, creosote and wet sand.

This is different. I like different.

So, yeah, I think about rain a lot here. More than before I had it.

a) looks great 2) need more from source, doubt the lack of benditude under, um, consideration. c) see 2)

My photographic evidence failed to capture anything that looked vaguely like a representation. I'll keep trying once I take the latest bandage off but I am waning in my hopes.

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So, yeah, I think about rain a lot here. More than before I had it.

This is a water-aware place. See: large body of water immediately to the south. Still, rain has importance. Maybe not so much where you are with the richness of it. Vancouver, of which we've spoken much, rain not so much a weather effect, as like a breathing effect.

My photographic evidence failed to capture anything that looked vaguely like a representation. I'll keep trying once I take the latest bandage off but I am waning in my hopes.

Know that there are those out in the world who would encourage your hopes. Representation would be of the good, say (one of those voices: representing) we.

And like that.

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Hello Bitches. Sorry. Had to skippy skippy past a gazillion posts. Hope all is well. Just poking my head up from a long, frantic week at work. Still kinda frantic, but at least I'm at home in the evening.

Aimee, could you do your magic and smite our designers for the latest show. Just for general reasons. Too many to list. Let's just say, I almost killed today, and considering I am a pacifist, that is saying a lot! I resorted to saying "I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar." It helped. A little.

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It's just ... weird that it is so water aware here. I have lived in deserts all my life, really. And, okay, SoCal is just a huge snorfling bully that steals without caring but I've lived in more deserts than that.

Here? Water for days and still people notice it. It's ... so cute. Though, there is less stress about rationing it and more focus on keeping it clean.

Environment is big here. I like that in a place to live.

Representation would be of the good

Best picture I got? When the bandage swung back over the desecration... I must have summoned a god of Thou Shalt Not JPG!

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Cass, what I find really fascinating is that I've been going through the opposite adjusting from a water-everywhere environment to a desert. I like different too. I miss the water, though. Not so much that I need to move to it, but I revel in the rain here in a way I never did back home.

Here? Water for days and still people notice it. It's ... so cute.

This was me. My perception of water now is so different than it was before.

Also, YAY tattoo! I'm itching to get my next one.

Also also, YAY JohnSweden! Haven't seen you around in ages! How are you?

Also also also, sorry about the evil design team, omnis.

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Environment is big here. I like that in a place to live.

Word. The lake is a big cheat here, makes the weather so much better often. Sucketh for the Buffalonians, but hey, y'know. (Sorry to Sophia, who probably gets Buffalo-ish weather of times.)

Also also, YAY JohnSweden! Haven't seen you around in ages! How are you?

Me? Lurky, mostly. But around, LJ and here, as much as I can be. Doing okay, thanks. (The winter thing, you remember the dark of it -- we gots that going on wholecloth.) Still, y'know, bastard groundhog liar said two more weeks of winter, and that will be true even (in Mid-April). Seriously though, doing just fine. You hanging in there?

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Cass, what I find really fascinating is that I've been going through the opposite adjusting from a water-everywhere environment to a desert. I like different too. I miss the water, though. Not so much that I need to move to it, but I revel in the rain here in a way I never did back home.

Different is not bad. Who knows where you will find home. You might go from a lush landscape where you are left gasping for air and find happiness in the sparsest of lands.

So... Did we know tattoos hurt? Because I feel I should have been warned given narcotics.

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So... Did we know tattoos hurt? Because I feel I should have been warned/given narcotics.

Um. That's what the drinking afterwards tradition is for. You really should have done this with Buffistas and not flouted tradition et al. Ibu not doing the trick?

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