Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Alis volat propriis

the drive further north was amazing in its scenery and road curvature. along the smallish mountain roads linking our coastal curves to the I-5 mainline we came face to face with a world of BURLS!

(melissa sittin pretty beneath the tree house/burl workshop)

(it was indeed...)

(further into oregon, we trolled about eugene for animal-less dining and stumbled upon a veritable cornucopia of unique, down home sustanance. the cornbread cafe. one of the best places we've eaten, hands down).

(crotch-chocolate. vegan marshmallows to boot!)

(the cafe itself. genius meal crafting in a tiny trailer).

(approaching portland as the sun set, i forced our trajectory into the country-side in hopes of fulfilling the northwestern promise of concrete skatepark alchemy. the town of donald (population 600) contains a lovely pool which i insisted on skating until i couldnt see anything...timid carve over the light, under the coping. just the beginning of northwestern skatepark intimidation).

(king diamond approved, nonetheless)

(eventually, after navigating the remaining distance between donald and portland, we found a warm welcome at the home of the french. the next day we met the newest addition the clother family. young simon is beautiful and a very pleasant little man {and holds a very special place in our hearts and prayers}. he cuddled the knit whale for a good while).

(mt. tabor park! french! clother!)

(finley. the other triumph of clother progeny. he loved holding the handle of this thing as i ran with him back and forth and back and forth. uninhibited screams of joy. so good to hang out with him).

(chris in first, myste second and moi third out of three).

(no, i didnt buy anything...what?).

(rigorous clother jump training).

(and then the rains came. so consistent for the rest of our stay. not much else to do but eat donuts. we ventured to voodoo donuts for the first leg of our northwestern donut tour. pictured below is the old dirty bastard (melissa consumed the vegan version). russell jones was comprised of a glazed donut topped with oreo bits sprinkled atop with drizzles of peanut butter to finish it all off. two other circular sugar gut bombs accompanied russell down into m'stomach).

(finley approved)

(as did melissa's finger).

(as mentioned in the last post, we adopted a no-pictures-of-gracious-hosts policy for the majority of this trip. nich and lindsey, our other gracious hosts of portland, are therefore presented as the following...
a much younger nich, meeting none other than ken kesey

and lindsey, as penelope, basking in a rare sun ray).

(found m'likeness, to m'liking).

(jon and rachel, leaving their mark...)

(the last night in portland, we had the pleasure of visiting mr. and mrs. dehaan in their north portland homestead. i think its north portland...jon was having a birthday bash but still found time to show melissa and i his basement shrine of amplifiers and guitars and homebrews...)

(jon, myself and 13.5 percent dandelion wiiiiiine. so good)

and just like THAT, we left the rainy confines of portland for the sure to be rainier confines found further north. thus endeth the portland chapter, ended in real life a lot of months ago. stay tuned for chapter three.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010


the plan was to drive up the west coast, armed with resumes, and plant ourselves wherever we could find jobs. this plan was the end result of our nine month jaunt about the country/globe that has been chronicled here, on the jammer. our foolhardy plan was called to attention, as reality revealed its head and responsibilities could be ignored no longer. we could, though, shirk them for a little while longer and thus, the west coast trip survived, although in a different form and with adjusted intentions. here follows part one of an account of our month criddling about the west coast, a good month and a half after the fact.

part one of this jaunt concerned itself with california, the part we are both somewhat unaccustomed with. the part that could very well (and perhaps should) be a completely different state; the north. norcal, if you will. first stop, oakland, where poster tour buddy anthony and kelsey welcomed us to in fine style and loving bosoms. radiant, loving bosoms, and the finest culinary delights. the first full day in the bay held atlas obscura day, which was a celebration of the "wonders, curiosities and esoterica" of the world (with excursions happening in all of the obscure corners of the globe). we explored the musee mecanique in san francisco...

(a ferris wheel made out of tooth picks, constructed by inmates of san quentin penitentiary)

(had to use both m'baby arms against this man)

(laughing sal, when fed coins, would laugh hysterically (terrifyingly), and rock back and forth)



(melissa explains why we were walking over tombstones along the water front of aquatic park in SF to kelsey and anthony who missed that part of the obscura tour. we were making our way to the maritime museum).

(the museum is closed to the public for much needed renovations, but the power of the obscura (look at the smallish picture on the link and see if you can find us among the atlas obscura day goers) gained us access to the many beautiful murals of the building).

(for the majority of the time that people worked on this building, they worked under the impression that it was going to be a community center of sorts. when the building drew near completion, the word got out that it was going to serve, instead, as a very exclusive and expensive restaurant for the san francisco elites. this, then, prompted many of the craftsmen to abandon the job out of solidarity for the common man, this artist even left his mosaic unfinished, which has remained thus for the life of the building and will remain so).

(the ceiling of one of the rooms inside the museum).

(we remained on the peninsula while anthony and co returned eastbay. continuing our exploration of the northern tip of the peninsula, we came across this, the house of days. a camera mounted in this metal contraption shoots one photo an hour of the same scene, day and night. you could scroll back quite a few months and see the seasons and days go by. quite an effecting little surprise).

(more surprises)

(and even more. this ampatheatre is made out of all recplaimed materials).

(computer waste)

(melissa emerging from yet another small space)

(honey comb rear-view)

(and then we found the wave organ. pipes extend out into the bay and transmit sounds into the little enclave at the end of a peninsula. farty/slappy goodness straight to m'earballs)

(and melissa's)

(got me pumped for pole jumpin)

(as per anthony's recommendation, we attended a performance at the audium that night...the result of one man's (stan shaff) passion/obsession with sound/movement/space, the audium is a truly profound and utterly unique experience, highly recommended to anyone going to san francisco or thinking about going. this is as far as i will go in explaining it, so hopefully curiosity will be strong enough to pull you there).

(stan y yo)

(back at the east bay homestead, baloons were attacking inga)

(she held her ground, though).

(the next day we traversed the albany bulb. so incredible. doods built themselves hot tubs at the end of the bulb with million dollar views of the FREE).

(big remote or little melissa)

(chillin with members of th' wisard)

(and mr. seinfeld)

(inga inspected the bulb and found it satisfactory)

(after a MEGA pizza party (at least twelve slices) with the wisards and other friendly folk that eve, we slept comatose and spent the better part of the next day by the bay, at the sutro baths).

(stopped by to pay homage to st. john coltrane)

(the wild parrots of telegraph hill were not into being photographed. if you click on the photo below to make it big, you can make out the parrot in the middle of the photo. it was incredible watching them swoop and screetch and play).

(coit tower in the heart of parrot country, in all of its art deco glory)

(and just like that, we said goodbye to our east bay beneficiaries. we navigated the epic curves of the freeway north to mendocino to visit m'auntie/uncle in their beautiful homestead among the cellphonewave-phobic masses. truly, could not get any reception anywhere due to the blockage of any towers built up there. to set a precedent for the rest of the trip, we neglected to take any pictures of our hosts, and instead turned the camera on ourselves (sometimes) and inanimate objects (most times). this in no way shows ingratitude to our hosts. julie and jerry spoiled us with food and conversation and relaxation and jeopardy. anyhow, heres melissa among some nohl-ish figures).

(little house or big melissa)



(ahh, the northern california coast...)

(watching meth)

(tried to watch whales near this light house, but failed miserably)

(so, we opted for this raw lemon poppy cake thing that was fluffy even though it was raw. i wish raw sweets werent so expensive. and im glad we dont live near here (where we purchased said sweet)for i would be even more broke than now)

(pee pee dance near the pacific)

(followed by feats of strength)

(concluding with fem pee pee dance)

thus ends part one of this last bastion of th'jams. stay tuned for tales of the further north west.