Congrats again to my Spanish friends regarding the Spain World Cup victory. I’m so happy a team that never won it before won the World Cup this time. Although I would have preferred that first-time country be the USA or Ghana…<\/p>\n
We watched Germany playing for third place (again<\/span>) at the Highland Still House<\/a>, a Scottish bar in Oregon City we adore. It was a nice little vocal crowd watching it with us in the upstairs lounge, all for Germany! DIE MANNSCHAFT!<\/p>\n I’m stunned at how much more people in the USA were into the World Cup this year! It was talked about every day on TV (and not just on The Daily Show<\/span> and the Colbert Report<\/span>) and in the status updates of my very diverse FaceBook network. Portland even had a public viewing\/fan zone downtown for the final in Pioneer Plaza!<\/p>\n * * *<\/span><\/span> * * *<\/span><\/span> Yesterday, we headed down to Albany, a cute little town that’s deader than doornail on Sundays. The highlight was finding an open barber shop and, while Stefan got his hair cut, I got to look over some awesome vintage barber tools.<\/p>\n The big upsides of living in this area has been all the motorcycle newbie riding time I’ve gotten, something I’m not sure I would have gotten any other state (as much as I’ve not liked the sunless weather here, it has<\/span> been dryer than and not as hot as anywhere else we considered moving to), and Stefan getting his motorcycle titled without<\/span> a bond on a total fluke<\/span> that probably wouldn’t have happened anywhere else. Those two things were so hugely important to us, and I can’t imagine life without either right now.<\/p>\n I just dumped a bunch of money in my bike’s woefully-bad steering. Yes, I bought a clunker of a motorcycle, we know that now; the mechanic was unhappy to report that the bike has been in an accident at some point and he’s not at all pleased with how it was repaired. But the mechanic also assured me that it’s road worthy. He just made me promise never to buy anything off of Craigslist again. Which I won’t.<\/p>\n Craigslist is the biggest joke ever — I knew most of the jobs and rental announcements on it were frauds; now I know that stuff for sale isn’t so great either. Bring back newspaper classifieds, which screen out the fraudsters by making people pay for ads!<\/p>\n * * *<\/span><\/span> I’m obviously doing a good job at fooling people with my professionally-related online activities; their impression is that all is great<\/span> for me professionally. At least that’s what I keep hearing from them, or from people interviewing me for jobs. There was a time in my life that, when I interviewed for a job, I got that job. But that’s changed. Now, interviewing feels painful, like I’m a single girl desperate for a boyfriend of any kind. And it’s been this way for almost two years.<\/p>\n I moved to the wrong city and the wrong state, and probably the entirely wrong part of the USA. I know that now. I’ve known it for a few months now, actually. Where should we have gone? The D.C. area. Many more jobs for me there. Though, who knows… maybe I’d still be unemployed there too… There are very few jobs here in the Portland metro area, and what ones there are, there are a few hundred applications for each. Organizations won’t grant informational interviews, because they have been overwhelmed with requests. One organization that I had been trying to get to know (and that everyone said, “You should work for such-and-such!”) now charges<\/span> people to attend their public meetings, because most of the people coming to their events were actually looking for a job rather than coming to learn about a particular project (the organization is looking for collaborators from other agencies with these events, not desperate job seekers like me).<\/p>\n And before you ask, “Why don’t you move?”: we cannot afford to move to look for employment. We can move only if one of us gets offered something well-paying.<\/p>\n It hurts like hell when the right-wingers on TV rail against people like me, saying we’re unemployed because we’re lazy, because we aren’t trying hard enough, because we’re too stupid to get hired, etc.<\/p>\n I just really want to thank my friends who email and call and check in to see how I’m doing, give me words of encouragement, send me job announcements, etc. I just cannot say enough how grateful I am for you. I’ve learned yet again that you know who your friends are when you go through an uncool period (when you’re unemployed and looking for a job, when you’ve been dumped, etc.) — some friends are there for you, some friends stay as far away as possible. When I win the lottery, I’m going to remember you great friends who have been there for me!<\/p>\n * * *<\/span><\/span> * * *<\/span><\/span> * * *<\/span><\/span> * * *<\/span><\/span> * * *<\/span><\/span> * * *<\/span><\/span> * * *<\/span><\/span> He had a heart-breaking post to FaceBook, noting that a Christian friend he’d just reconnected with after oh-so-many years and used their reunion to tell him he was going to hell. You could tell it hurt him. Amazing how much pain you can see just from a few words on a computer screen. I wrote an impassioned defense of him. And he passed on this to me, from Parker Palmer, theologian, from the book, Promise of Paradox<\/span>: “Next to a Christian eclipsed by theological arrogance, an honest atheist shines like the sun!”<\/p>\n So, pardon me whilst I go shine…<\/p>\n * * *<\/span><\/span> * * *<\/span><\/span> Want to help? Just go to any of these pages<\/a> and click on any<\/span> of the ads (more than a few ads, please?). 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You don’t have to be my friend on Facebook. But won’t you at least be my fan<\/a>?<\/p>\n
As of the moment I’m writing this blawg, I’ve ridden more than 2000 miles on my own motorcycle<\/a>, since November 2009. I’m really proud of that. We ride almost every weekend. I even dared to ride on my own for the second time — just to Oregon City, to send off my passport for renewal. We tried to do a ride to Mount St. Helen’s a week ago, but whereas it was completely clear in Canby and Portland, it was cloudy and rainy anywhere near the volcano in Washington — at least in the early morning when we headed that way. We ended up going through Gifford Pinchot National Forest, also in Washington state, and got to a view point at just the moment Mt. St. Helen’s decided to peak out<\/a> and the weather cleared up.<\/p>\n
My unemployment continues. I lost out on both jobs I thought I had a really, really good chance for.<\/p>\n
My favorite FaceBook wall post of late: my former singing partner from the United Nations basement band<\/a>, writing, “Dear Emmy-Lou, I’m off to Toronto Thursday where I will jam with Brian. Any requests?” I really need to get back to that — Stefan has said he would like it as well (he’s always been a terrific audience for my singing). I need to put together a living room concert for my husband and doggy.<\/p>\n
The cornhole game was called on account of dog<\/a>.<\/p>\n
To celebrate the 4th, I watched 1776<\/span>, which I had never seen before. And what a little jewel it is! On a related note: Peter Hunt threw his Tony Award at me once. No, I’m not kidding. Ah, memories of my career in theatre, so long, long ago, when I was so much younger and thinner<\/a>…<\/p>\n
It feels great to have a garden<\/a> again, for the first time in about nine years. I have so missed gardening. It’s not much<\/a>, I know, but since we’re renting, since we’re living on a tight budget, and since we’re always hoping some fabulous job opportunity will take us elsewhere, I couldn’t get too crazy. I’m just stunned at how well the Topsy Turvy planters<\/a> do. The guy that sold them to me at Home Depot didn’t sound very enthusiastic about them, and the other people in our neighborhood who have them aren’t doing so well with theirs. But I’ve had terrific luck with mine!<\/p>\n
For the record: I was encouraging women to travel<\/a> LONG the book “Eat, Pray, Love” — I should have written a book and had Julia Roberts starring in MY movie! Actually, Bitch<\/span> magazine called the book “Eat, Pray, Spend,” saying it promoted travel in such a way that would “exclude all but the most fortunate among us from participating.” That’s NOT how I promote travel for women<\/a>…. I<\/span> certainly don’t have the finances for traveling that way!<\/p>\n
Someone used freetranslation.com<\/a> instead of getting a human to translate the unsubscribe instructions: “If you don’t like to be informed, discharge yourself from our list by clicking on the link below.”<\/p>\n
A good friend of mine is a Christian. He’s also gay. If you find that hypocritical, let me ask you: how much bacon have you had this week? And are all your clothes of the same fabric? And are you divorced?<\/p>\n
Albi is watching yooooooooooooou<\/a>.<\/p>\n
The Google Ads experiment is proving a success! If I have as good a month as July every month, I will make enough money to pay for my web site hosting, domain name and web backup annually! And for someone who is unemployed, that’s way, way important!<\/p>\n\n