PRIORITY #1

Where are you, Greg Oden? Attaining your friendship was my main reason for moving to Portland, yet you are nowhere to be found. Honestly, you're 7 feet tall, how hard should it be to find you in a town of malnutritioned pasty kids with overly tight jeans? Don' make me give my total allegiance to Big Black.

Other things accomplished in the past few days:

• Saw the movie XXY and it was XXcrazY; good, but XXcrazY
• Drank beers at the Portland Zoo Brew beer fest. Helen recommends the Volksweizen from the fine folks at Rock Bottom Brewery. I was down with the Trumer Pils, handcrafted by some California Austrians at Trumer Brauerei. -->insert lame joke here<-- There were more jackasses at the zoo that night than any other animal I saw.
• Volunteered with the Friends of Mt. Tabor to clean the park of invasive plant species. It is now Monday afternoon and I'm still wondering when the work will start. A more suitable name might be the Friends of Mt. Tabor Who Stand and Point Out Poison Oak, Scotch Broom, & Deadly Night Shade Then Uproot a Small Piece of It & Then Congratulate Themselves for a Job Well Done
• Started day trading again. There's nothing better than having the choice of working in your underwear. Now I know how Giselle Bundchen feels, minus dating Tom Brady.