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Amanda P, writer of books and nominee on the 2005 ILM “Ladies of Pitchfork: Hot or Not?” thread (live podcast coming ’06), says:
“I’ve totally seen that dude with the iguana — he walks [around our neighborhood] with it draped around his neck, like some kind of wicked lizard scarf!”
What I meant with the iguanaing and the duping:
Dude lives in a building near mine, with a direct view into my bedroom and the kitchen, and peers out his window w/binoculars in order to spy on our household (a la FBI STAKE OUT). The dragonish iguana is always in the same spot under the lamp when iguana man is spying. The dragonish iguana is the size of a weinerdog, possibly even a greyhound or a boxer. I have considered spying back with my own set of binoculars, in order to better gauge the iguana’s true size; however, I feel doing so would somehow cancel out iguana dude’s violation of my privacy, an “eye for an eye” in a manner of ethical exchange, and “parity” is not something I’m looking for in this particular situation.
More importantly: The Last Abortion Clinic, a good collection of links, the real-time shutting-down of clinics, and why Alito’s supporter-touted “state’s rights” stance on Roe v Wade, were it true, wouldn’t necessarily mean our right to choose is “safe” or “intact.”
Also, the Times has had “Going to Portland, OR” as Number 5 most-emailed for like 392 web-years, but I would like to note its credibility is completely busted w/out having mentioned STUMPTOWN COFFEE FAIR TRADE 4 LIFE. Sure, you could argue that Stumptown’s an obvious choice for a piece on PDX, but so is the Portland Art Museum. Stumptown Coffee is–like bike lanes, Forest Park and Sleater-Kinney–an integral part of Portland culture. It’s kind of a travesty that the writer missed it.
Ritchey just offered Mike Merrill the equivalent of $500,000 to bring her a pound of Stumptown in Los Angeles: the shit is that awesome.