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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

The Pitch: It's like North meets West!  

Yeah, we're here in Portland, the city with the block-long bookstore, and all is keen. It's incredibly warm and humid, something like seventy degrees out and there's going to be some rain soon, you can just tell.

We're at the Mark Spencer, just a block away from Powell's, which is the above-mentioned bookstore. Not only does the store take up a full block, it also sells condoms in the men's rooms. I was simultaneously amused and horrified by the resulting mental image of couples fornicating freely among the stacks, errant pubic hairs pressed into remaindered copies of Rick Moody books, powerfully scented emulsions left on stacks of Carson McCullers paperbacks. I didn't buy condoms, although they had a pretty good deal on a Michael Chabon short story collection I might pick up later.

The trip here was smooth, and I got a million dollar photo of Edi scowling at me on the plane that is now among my most treasured photographs ever. (I'll try to upload it when I get back.) In fact, I'm happy to say my decision to travel as a techno-dipshit has paid off handsomely: Not only did I get that great photo of Edi with the new camera, but photos of her family, and I'm writing this from the hotel bed because I brought the laptop and the wireless card and paid an extra six bucks to use the hotel's wi-fi network. All I need to do is get a bit of time in writing on the PDA and keyboard, and listen to a tune or two on my digital music player and I'll no longer be needlessly pretentious, I will be needfully pretentious.

Amusingly enough, I was the only person out of the five at dinner tonight who didn't have a cell phone. I think that's the only thing that's keeping me from reaching gadget critical mass, and collapsing into a rechargeable battery singularity.

posted by Jeff Lester | 10:49 PM |
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