As a kid, I always rejoiced at the arrival of the first of December. That meant that Christmas was coming. Now, it just makes me nostalgic and even a little sad. On Planet AJ, there is considerable discussion of shifting our major holiday to the solstice. That's what Christmas is all about, after all.
My Portland moment today: Was out for a run on my tender left ankle this morning and decided to head down to Cleveland High to run on their new beautiful swooshified track. I crossed Division going south on 34th and came upon a slightly disorganized gang of people hanging around outside the kwik-e-mart on the corner with Clinton. One of the flunkies sidled up and said it was an as-yet-untitled work about "two adolescents learning about death and mortality." All right, then. I went on with my run. On my way back, I spotted another flunkie -- why are they all good looking young men? -- who said it was a Gus Van Sant production. That explains the handsome men. But how cool is that? Six blocks from my house, and an internationally acclaimed movie director is making art. I love Portland.
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