Public Service

If someone would kindly move or remove the saxophone player from the corner of Broadway and Alder, I'd be much obliged.

Fucker is driving me batshit while I try to work.

Why doesn't he pick a more shopper/tourist friendly milieu, anyway? He's more likely to get tips than his current location. Especially from anyone whose favorite song is "Eye of the Tiger."

Guess he doesn't want to compete with the crazy Mexican guy who stands in front of Nordstrom strumming an unplugged electric guitar and singing badly.

Where's that famous Portland rain when you need it?

Reason # 17,675 that cell phones have cameras...

As I was walking downtown this afternoon, I saw a woman in a business suit, wearing on her head what I can only describe as an Iguana Hood: green, with fabric "spines" running down the center. Too bad I didn't have that cell with me at the time...

Dreams

I have some really vivid dreams, and they've been off-the-charts weird this week. I enjoy them, and I don't waste any mental energy on interpreting them; I figure it's just my brain's way of entertaining itself while I sleep.

What I can't figure out is why I wake up feeling so tired! Logically, if I've had at least 2 dreams with complicated plot twists, I must have had to go through the deeper sleep phases to get the necessary rest, and moved on to the REM sleep phase at least a few times. But when the alarm goes off at 6, my mind says "Oh, no - I just fell asleep half an hour ago!" I think I crave more dreams.