Smuger than thou

I went to see Body Worlds 3 at OMSI. Supposedly all of the bodies in this show were obtained legitimately, meaning that no criminals were executed to facilitate this show. There was one body that was praying to his own heart. Awesome. I would have taken a picture but my camera ran out of batteries and the gift shop only sold double A's.

At the Portland Art Center I saw a video called Mapping Meg Ryan. The artist statement said something about the gaze...formulaic...homogenous narratives and overt happily-ever-after implications...blah, blah, blah, the video was rendered completely humorless. I think this may be an ongoing problem at the Portland Art Center.

It had been raining and I was tired of getting that stripe on the my back so, I found a fender in the garage and attempted to attach it to my bike. It kind of worked.

I went to Alberta (Oregon) for the Last Thursday Art Explosion. In Portland (Oregon) art is only allowed in certain sectors sectors of the city on certain days of the month. I guess you could call Portland a hippie police state.

Mary has many very strange roommates. One of her roommates lives on the front porch and one is named Monster and has a dog named 8.

The Last Thursday Art thing was basically a hippie-love-in/drum-circle/funny-bike-gang free for all. I'm not sure if we actually saw any art.

This was a reggae band playing in the clown/funny-bike-gang houses front yard. While there were other people on the street dancing, the singer seemed to be mostly catering to one busty young lady doing the hippie dance.

Mary owns several pairs of the same shoes.