East Coast Storm

I love snow, always have, along with the desert.  I am torn between snow and dryer climes.

Oregon had a huge snowstorm in 1969.  I was a senior in high school, and I remember the snowbanks piled 10-feet high on the roadside, but what I remember most is the storm caused cancellation of school and my basketball practices and, I think, one game.

Bummer, when you lived for the competition of a high school basketball game like I did in 1969.  I also lived to go to high school just to get out of my miserably cold house.

Other than that, the snow was amazing, the beauty of it.

I recognize it's not very beauteous when you can't get to work and you really can't afford not to work, which are common adult concerns, now more than ever.  Since I've mainly lived within walking distance to every job I've ever had, snowy commutes and road hazards never concerned me much--with one exception.

When I was a community organizer in Maine in the early 70s, the snow tripped me out.  The locals were used to it, thus I had any number of hair-raising rides from Portland to Augusta with a South Portland state legislator who drove the interstate highway too fucking fast for my taste.

The guy jabbered his leftist politics like a recording to my leftist co-worker as I, the leftist in the back seat, prayed to Marx.

And I wasn't even religious.  The guy could really drive, correcting each seemingly uncontrollable glissade like a maestro leading the piccolos section in a symphonic orchestra.

Amazingly, I arrived to lobby in Augusta for leftist principles every day for weeks on end without the mortal injury or instant death I often believed was about to befall me.  My representative was an expert driver no doubt, but our political expertise never worked out quite as effectively.

So I've always loved the snow.

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

---Wallace Stevens


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Better Than You Know What

I signed up with a local casting company, Extras Only, a couple of years back and I receive occasional notices for various projects going on in town. Most of these are calls for kids, and diversity is usually the theme.

I got one today for kids, Asians, Blacks, Hispanics.  Wonder what that's about?  The company doesn't reveal much, but I'd guess a commercial.

Commercials are big on kids.  Kids sell stuff, as we all know.  You can attach a kid to just about any product and get results.

If you wanted to sell diapers to old men, you'd write a kid into the script.  Kid might commiserate with the old man's dilemma, his incontinence.  Theme:  You start out in diapers, and that is where you'll likely end if you're unlucky and live too long.

Want to sell a car?  Put a kid in the back seat.  Selling a luxury car to an affluent hipster?  Have kids on the side of the road admiring the car.  You're indoctrinating the next generation, the ultimate in advertising.

Kids are made to sell, sell, sell. And later, buy, buy, buy.

I did receive a notice for a project that was being filmed outside of Portland a few months back.  I fit the profile on that one.  Extras of all ages needed for something.  It was on the coast and the call out mentioned you'd need reliable transport to and from the location.  I don't have a car, nor do I want one (I'd buy a rec vehicle first), so that was out.

I think Extras Only has a list of people that have been doing this for a long time.  It's tough to break in and there's a litany of must-dos before the company puts its faith in you.  Reliability is number one. You must be available at any time.  Turn down a few jobs because of scheduling conflicts, you're likely crossed off.

Without a car, I couldn't respond to the coast job.  EO doesn't want to hear about why you don't sign on.

It's business.  I've been in it, and things can get tense.  I wrote and produced programs for Good Sam Hospital years ago.  The hospital sold its media arm and I went into the restaurant business.  It was around the time instability took over everything.  Reagan was President and the U.S. was beginning its long spiritual decline.

And now here we are.  Here we are.  Time is short and kids are getting all the work.

Upside?  I'm expecting a royalties check next month, which is better than you know what.


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Evening Planned

Should be a good one tonight.

The Pac-12 is balanced and of course somewhat ignored by the pundits back east.  Happens every year unless Arizona or UCLA is riding high.

Tonight's game with USC is in Eugene, and the Trojans just may be the best team in the league this season.  Bill Walton may do the color, probably decked out in his tie-dye.

One game this year he rhapsodized about the Grateful Dead's last shows in Chicago this past summer. Ignored the game essentially, talked about the Dead and himself. Famous, die-hard Deadhead.  Out of UCLA he couldn't talk without a major stutter.

Now he doesn't shut up.  Annoying at times, like Dick Vitale, whom I can't listen to anymore.

I can take some Walton, but if he gets too far out I turn the volume down.

Anyway, I won't miss the game tonight unless the stream fails, which happens on occasion.

Yep, that's my excitement for the evening.


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Macrofreemarketsupplydemandexplained

I was remiss as RBP approached the New Year a couple of weeks ago.

I should have posted this, 2015's "Worst OLive Comment of the Year," regarding Portland's affordable housing crisis.

I swear, I can't remember the name of the dumb shit who wrote this. I'm sorry but here it is:

LOL. Bunch of whiners complaining about the basics of macroeconomics and free market principles. You're actually witnessing a very simple supply and demand curve in action. I fail to see what the problem is. If there is huge demand for a limited supply, price goes up. Don't like it, move.

I love watching people complain that their rent went up as if owners should throw money away because you have a job that doesn't allow you to afford to live in a city going through a renaissance. Oh for shame, you can't live in the center of the action for $700 a month. Either get a job that allows you pay to live in the thick of it....or quit bitching and move to where you can afford to live. Very simple.

I work hard and make good decisions. Bought a house on the cheap in NE years ago, fixed it up, lived in it for 15 yrs.....and guess what? We got PAID OFF this year when we sold it to a couple from NJ (who paid cash BTW) who wanted to move here because they heard it's awesome in Portland. They could afford it, wanted to live in the thick of a desirable neighborhood and everyone made out. We sold our house for a mint and turned it into a nice property in the NW hills for our family...they got to pay cash for a house in a desirable neighborhood near tons of bars/shops/restaurants. Everyone's happy.

But yeah, let's try to stop all that because people think their rent should stay the same and not adjust according to the market....you know free market and all.

Quit bitching and deal with it. No one owes you anything. Sorry. I love what's going on here. More people with more money increasing property values and tax bases. But no, let's continue to subsidize mediocrity and complacency. Rents should never change. Property values should never increase....I mean it's only probably the biggest investment most people make in their lives; God forbid they should see a return on their investment.

What got into this bitch anyway?  A story about the housing crisis in Portland turns into a supposed personal affront on his wealth?

Moronic OLive post of the year.


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Rall

Here’s what I think is really going on: old institutions have been discredited. Sanders’ growing support and Iowa’s surprisingly socialist hordes reflect public contempt for everyone in charge.

Pundits have mostly focused on populist anger on the right, embodied by the wild neofascist-lite pronouncements of Donald Trump. But there is just as much rage on the left excluded from the Democratic Party since George McGovern’s 1972 defeat to Richard Nixon. Divided or not, one thing Americans can agree upon is that they don’t trust government — on the right to leave them alone, and on the left to help them out.

Ted Rall nails the two-sided populist revolt as it now exists in the good ol' USA.


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Town Meeting

Last night in Burns, Oregon, a high-minded civics lesson unfolded like a low-brow comedy.


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Gulp...

The full text.

Not to be missed (again).

Thanks, Terence.


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Yo, Armchair Coaches, STFU

Everybody seems to have an opinion about the soundness of this hire.

I have one as well.  Wait and see what happens next year before you mouth off, because he just signed a three year contract, and you don't know what will happen during that time.

Just a suggestion.


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Yep

In case you missed it, and because I want it to be on my blog forever.


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Empty Suits

(Buddy Dooley collage)


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Race to the Bottom

With the latest polls showing US Democratic presidential candidate Bernie Sanders leading rival Hillary Clinton only weeks before the first two primaries in Iowa and New Hampshire, many Americans are contemplating the real possibility of having a socialist president in the White House. But even if Sanders wins the election, the United States will not have a socialist president. Why not? Because Sanders is not a socialist.

Sanders has often stated that he is a “democratic socialist” and, last November, he defined that term for the American people. Shortly afterwards, Forbes Magazine published an article that stated, “What he’s talking about, whatever the heck it is, isn’t socialism of any type or form.” And, for once, Forbes was right. Sanders is not a socialist in any shape or form. At least not according to the content of his public statements and campaign platform. But if Sanders is not a socialist, then what is he? He is a social democrat; which is radically different from being a democratic socialist.

Here it is, stated as lucidly as it will ever be stated in our contemporary political discourse, in terms that even the weakest American minds ought to comprehend.

So print out a copy and keep it in your supper jacket so you can pull it out during the cocktail hour and shove it in the face of the next jackass who tells you Bernie is a dirty, rotten socialist.

What we now know, aside from the obvious fact that he is not a socialist, is that Bernie is our only real choice.  Don't expect a miracle even if he wins--which I doubt he will.  I hope he will, but I have little faith at this point.

As 2016 drags on from here to November, understand that our choices are between a social democrat or an oligarch on one side, and whichever unrepentant fascist GOP voters settle for on the other.

In other words, not much has changed since the last time we did this, with the possible oddity that Romney was more idiot than fascist, and perhaps more like a Clinton than even Hillary.


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Frighteningly Cynical, Or Dangerously Stupid?

Pick one.

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Fantasy of the Day

"If I could just get me a slice of this here federal wildlife refuge I could sell it to the highest bidder and make me a nice, sizable profit. Yessiree...'Course I'd hold on to the mineral rights."--Buddy Dooley, gun-toting rebel.

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SOTU

Terrible, terrible, terrible. Such a profound disappointment.

With Paul Ryan smirking in the background it was excruciating.

He reminds me of the many punks I've confronted over the years who smirked when they had nothing else.

Maybe Bernie has the balls.  Or Hillary?


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Coming Soon!

You have to laugh.


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