We got to play tourist in our own backyard over the weekend. OK, maybe “backyard” is a stretch. Seattle’s more like 180 miles away. But for a while there, it was feeling like a second home. So that kind of counts, right? In any case, we headed north on Saturday morning for a weekend getawayContinue reading “Playing Tourist in the Emerald City”
Tag Archives: The Moondoggies
Keep Me Free From Birth
I’m walking through the cramped aisles of the used record store, shuffling through vinyl, searching for albums to add to my collection. George Harrison and Neil Young and Blondie are already tucked under my arm, awaiting their spins on my turntable, as I seek out additional treasures. It is a perfectly Portland Saturday afternoon, andContinue reading “Keep Me Free From Birth”
Our (noun) was (adjective).
I’ve got a dilemma. Our weekend was amazing – chock full of fun and adventure! However, Tara warned me that certain events aren’t suitable to divulge publicly. Not with our parents reading, anyway. So I decided to skirt this barrier by posting a Mad Libs version of our weekend. This way, all of you canContinue reading “Our (noun) was (adjective).”
Breakfast of Champions…?
I work with an interesting group of people at my new job. There are three graphics designers who sit in the room opposite ours (by “ours” I mean me and two web developers). We share a “window” with graphics – really just a pair of rectangles cut into the wall – so conversations are anythingContinue reading “Breakfast of Champions…?”
I Blessed the Banjo Player
It had been a while since Tara and I had gone to a live music performance. Almost three months, to be exact, and considering we saw four concerts during a one-month span after she moved here, the drought seemed especially long. So when we saw that one of our favorite bands, The Moondoggies, were playingContinue reading “I Blessed the Banjo Player”
Hipsters Are Allowed To Whine
Last week we went to Mississippi Studios, a Baptist-church-turned-recording-studio-turned-music-venue, to see a live show. One of our favorite bands, The Moondoggies, but that’s neither here nor there. Actually, it is. (Warning: I’m about to geek out here). Not only did Tara surprise me with a vinyl LP she bought at the show, but she had allContinue reading “Hipsters Are Allowed To Whine”
Mark Petruska 