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Weird Things and Bigfeet
Aug 25th
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Hey Team,
I’m been writing my poor little tiny behind off for the last week but most of these poetic pontifications are guest posts so you haven’t had the opportunity to see all my hard work on here. Then, in a lightning strike of clarity I realized, “The internet has these crazy things called…links!”
So here’s the post that went up at http://www.weirdthings.com yesterday and ties in nicely with the previous roadtrip stories. Enjoy!
Duh Duh DUH…the LINK.
I’m done.
Brett.
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Aug 14th
I ate a maple bar. It had bacon on it.
I’ve been staring at a blank page on my computer for the last twenty minutes trying to decide what to write about from yesterday, but no matter where I try to take the story in my head it always begins and ends with: I ate a maple bar. It had bacon on it.
Which is silly because there are plenty of other things that happened yesterday, most of them fairly interesting. I drove through the birthplace of Steve Prefontaine wearing a “Pre Lives” T-shirt, I had lunch with an old friend from high school in Corvallis, I explored Powell’s Books, a HUGE used bookstore and I finished the day with a girl, a dog and a pint on the back patio of the Lucky Labrador Brew Pub in Portland.
But, in the middle of that somewhere…
Voodoo Doughnuts smells like homeless people and feet. (Maybe it smells like the feet of homeless people, I’m not sure, I try not to get too close to my feet.) However, despite the rational side of your mind trying to convince you otherwise, underneath the layer of body odors there is an undeniable and distinct tinge of deliciousness. The interior is More >
Road Trippin’
Aug 13th
Hey Team,
In light of 1) the fancy pants new website you’re looking at right now and 2) the not so much fancy pants, as dirty pants, road trip I’m smack dab in the middle of right now, I’m trying to get back in the groove of writing everyday…or at least most days. So…
Yesterday was leg one of our fast-paced, multi-day road trip through the Pacific Northwest. It started out as a non-stop drive through Northern California straight to the rocky coastline of Oregon…but eventually Katy got tired and let me drive for awhile. Apparently, unbeknownst to her, my predilections towards being distracted by shiny objects directly translates to several small, unplanned pit stops.
While driving through the mountains north of Redding, CA a sign caught my eye.
“Winery 1ΒΌ miles Next Right”
Unfortunately, the next right was only 50 feet from the sign so it woke Katy up when I slammed on the brakes and swerved to see what a mountain top winery looks like. Do the grapes grow right up the side of pine trees? What role do the pinecones play? Do they hire yetis for the annual grape crushing? These are the questions we would never know the answers to if More >