Not Directions

A typical Pearl District interaction.

(Choose scenario:)

  1. me sitting on sidewalk eating burrito
  2. me walking with friends/coworkers to bar or from burrito run
  3. me wandering aimlessly avoiding work, often with coworker

r, driven by one person, or a delivery truck driven by two. They slow down, seeing harmless streetpeople (walkers), smile broad, and chime, “Excuse me, could you tell me how to find…

  1. …this place twelve feet from here.”
  2. …the pub.”
  3. …the other side of town”

ly give directions. This really happens a lot. However, yesterday, I’m caught in scenario 2 (just me), reading a
Our Media Not Theirs
with a burrito-filled tummy, and stopping to let a volvo-lady pass (I had the stop sign), she slowed, and smiled. I started constructing my mental map of Portland when she said, “Now what is it you’re reading that is so interesting?”

Well, shiver me timbers, what a nice surprise. The map of Portland had purged my brain of any other knowledge so I gazed at the front cover and stammered the name, pointing to it. Anyway, great book, hopefully she picked it up.

Bigass Star Wars

Oh yeah! Went and saw Star Wars 2 last evening at OMSI on the bigass IMAX theater. It was beautiful. A tear welled in my eye when the Star Wars crashed onto the screen, and then the prologue scrolled past, up and into the screen.

The resolution was fantastic on that huge screen. You could see the pores on Natalie Portman’s shoulder. Had there been a chunk of food in her teeth it would’ve been the size of my head.

It wasn’t all a bed of roses though. While the panoramic scenes and space battles were fantastic, the dialog was often difficult to follow…the characters were often off in the periphery of the huige IMAX screen, making conversations have a tennis feel.

Some scences were cut from the IMAX reel as well. That was fine for me, as I’d already seen the movie and was just there for a cool ride. Go for that.