Museums are a good alternative to methamphetamine abuse

I don't understand why the people I have met in Oregon are so anti having their pictures taken. I think it might have something to do with Indians (native Americans not the people of India). Anyway, Adrienne gave me a tour of the museums new exhibit and gave me some cake...Awesome.

I wish I had got a picture of the fake tree. The bark is pretty realistic and comes in rolls. Hopefully Adrienne will hook me up and I can use it in my apartment, I think it'll look awesome with the pre-existing wood paneling.

Some of the books on the shelves are real, some are fake, and some are filled with pre-historic poop.

They have some sweet stuffed animals at the museum. Again, I'm hoping that Adrienne will hook me up. This is a powerfully terrifying bobcat or some such scary cat.

The truck bearing down on me in the mirror had giant teeth. I think you can kind of see them if you look really close.

This is The Saw Mill, my new favorite bar. There is carpeting on the walls.

Something was going on in the bathroom. The bartender had to make an emergency call, someone went in with rubber gloves, and Gwenyth was told "oh, you don't want to go in there", or something to that effect.

At the Sugar Pine me and Lupita did a dance-floor-clearing duet version of Stand by your Man.

Tomorrow or yesterday depending on how you look at it. I have to go/went to court. That is my old Pennsylvania license plate, I guess if someone wanted it they could have it as a souvenir.

I really like my waffle iron.

I couldn't take pictures in the court room, even though I really wanted to.

um...I'm sure there was some point to these two pictures.

I recommend the Mocha Coolata (I think that's what its called) from Dairy Queen. It's filled with caffeine and sugar. At Dairy Queen they have a sign at the drive through window basically saying that all of their products may have been touched by peanuts, so if your allergic to peanuts DQ will kill you.

The library has changed it's display case from "Hats!" to Beatles memorabilia. Oh how I loathe the Beatles.

Noah's Ark the restaurant

This is my heater at work. It stopped producing heat today.

We had a field trip to a plywood mill today.

On the way to the mil we passed the Noah's Ark restaurant. A few days ago I read about the restaurant and knew I needed to go there. The staff wear period outfits (??) Awesome.

The mill generates it's own power using tree bark.

And makes particle board out of the sawdust (etc) that they sweep up.

Dramatic.

I don't think Matt enjoyed the tour. Something about not being able to hear or not liking sawdust.

Every section of the mill/factory/whatever had a different smell. only some of which smelled like Christmas.

Our guide had an impressive jacket. Imagine an 8 ball jackets but, in various shades of florescent. Our safety jackets were much less impressive.

I don't really know what to say without actually explaining how plywood is made.

Or, giving you facts about the timber industry.

This was a drawing of Santa and a Pumpkin.

After the tour we went to Noah's Ark. It was closed.

We had Mexican food instead. Maxine wanted to have Margaritas for lunch.

This may be a picture of a mil, but I'm going to start a new story anyway. We drove to Eugene for the Micro Beer Festival.

I had to drive, but because of the tape player, the trip was referred to as like being in the 80's.

The beer festival was held in a very well lit auditorium or possibly a caf-itorium.

Many small beers from small companies were consumed.

Many of said beers tasted like flowers.

This is Jessica drinking a jalapeño flavored beer. I ended up drinking the second half of the beer.

This is a Bavarian beer maid (can I say that). She helped me pick out an appropriately flowery beer.

The crowd was pretty much exactly how I had envisioned the Pacific-Northwest prior to moving here. You can take that and interpret it however you see fit.

This is an action shot of a hippie dance.

I think I might have a crush on the women of the Pacific-Northwest .

We ran into Sam our other Americorps friend. He invited us out to a bar.

We quickly lost him an his friends.

These are "Rap Snacks" a hip hop/rapper/ghetto themed food product....possibly awesome, more likely questionable.

The six of us all stayed at the Econo Lodge. The room was a double.

At the 7-11 (previously pictured) the guy working there liked the button on my vest and then showed me his key chain that he only kind of liked. He informed as to how he would have improved it.

I forgot my pajamas, so I borrowed Evelyn's kulats. I had David take my picture, he took two to be on the safe side.

In the morning we went out for a macro-biotic breakfast. I had macro-bionic eggs.

Furniture for cats

I got a new chair from work. The chair actually isn't for me, it's for the cat (the other chairs in the house are too high for him). I guess it doesn't really fit in my trunk.

It looks good with the blue carpet. It's classy.

That's my work. The building used to be a home for old veterans. There are ghosts.

This is Sherms Thunderbird, my new favorite super market. They have a large selection of candy you would probably find at your grandmas house 20 years ago. And they sell bulk cat food.

This is most likely a picture of bulk goods and large quantities of cheap beer I purchased at rock bottom prices.

Or maybe I was trying to take a picture of my vest again. I think I'm kind of tiered of the vest at this point, that was a short yet powerful run.

This is the view from my office window. There was a couple (in between the car and the street sign, to the right of the blob (the blob is actually several refrigerators)) who would make out for a while, go inside one of the apartments (to the right), come back outside and make out, talk to people who would briefly stop at the apartments, and make out.