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Dita Lily Turns Two

Milking cow
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Today is a special day in the del Rio house. Dita Lily “Pickle” del Rio turns two today. As my gift to her, and you, I am allowing her to answer a question I overheard at the Sasquatch Festival.

How the f*ck was cheese invented?

-Overheard

When asked Dita responds like this:

So like 10,000 years ago someone looked at a cow [ed. note: more likely a goat or sheep] and said “Self, we should squeeze this creature and drink what comes out.” So this is step one in the process and probably disgusting until they figured out which part of the cow to squeeze. I like the pink bits of the cow. [ed note: the pink bits? Ha!]

She continues:

Back in the olden times they didn’t have plastic containers so they had to store their cow squeezings in other things, like bamboo or animal bellies. One day some person forgot they had cow squeezings and left it for a really long time. When they came back they smelled the chunky stuff in the animal belly and said “This smells horrible, I’m going to put some in my mouth,” and cheese was discovered.

Seriously, cheese smells disgusting. You heard it here first, cheese was the unholy intersection of someone who liked squeezing livestock, someone with a bad memory, and, finally, someone who was willing to stick a chunky substance that smells like feet in their mouth.

Obviously the world is better for cheese, but I can only imagine that the traits that allowed for its discovery also lead to the participants dieing in writhing painful ways (e.g. poisoning or being kicked in the head by a proto-sheep)

A Very Special Questions

Alex Lluch Special

I have been preoccupied lately. Mainly reading through and listening to the commentary about the overdose of Alex Lluch.

So I am running a special $5 (significantly lower than usual) for any questions you have, about anything, and 50% of these proceeds will be donated to a drug counseling facility in Portland. I don’t know which one yet, so, if you have suggestions please leave them in the comments.

What is your questions?

It is my hope that something good can come from the discussion of drug use on college campuses and the world at large.
News Pieces About Alex Lluch
Willamette Week article, over 500 comments. Higher Ed.
The Willamette Week apologizes for misrepresentations and false implications.
OPB Think Out Loud, 70+ comments. School Trips.

Unfortunate Circumstance - A Death At Reed College

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I just found out about a tragedy at my alma mater, Reed College. A young man named Alejandro “Alex” Lluch died of an overdose last month. I want to offer my condolences to his family and friends. Since 1998 I have had a love/hate relationship with Reed.

My first weekend visiting the college featured a Junior telling me “Reed is the most painful (difficult) experience of my life, but I am coming back next year,” for many of my contemporaries this description became theirs too.

Reed, like many intense academic institutions, attracts brilliant minds. The downside of bright minds is that they often come from very painful backgrounds; mental instability and loneliness are common traits of intelligence. Feelings of estrangement lead to strange behaviors.

It is difficult to make the best decisions when we are young, but teenagers and young adults will make their own decisions — regardless of restrictions. Many of the articles that have been written about the death imply that Reed College drug policies are culpable. Reed’s drug policies are not responsible for addiction and they are not responsible for shame. The most dangerous part of drugs is not the substance — the danger is in the parts of life that feed addiction. When people feel they have no outlet for fear, shame, and pain they have to turn somewhere. Some people become addicted to sports, theater, studying, etc. other turn to drugs, excessive exercise, or unhealthy eating to control something in a world that denies a sense of order.

Every couple of years Reed alum have to sit through a round of whining about Reed’s unwillingness to strike fear and shame into the hearts of its students. Reeds policy in all things is explicit take responsibility for your actions and do what is right. I frequently hear about drugs on campus, but I don’t hear much about obsessive-compulsive disorder, anxiety, and eating disorders that run rampant. Addiction is a lifestyle, it is not a substance. Drugs are not the reason that kids die, alcohol is not the reason kids die, poor decisions are the reason kids die.

Everyday kids die because they make a poor life decision out of fear. Fear of what parents, their peers, or authority figures will do in reaction to the kid’s choices. Draconian laws, rules, and policies only serve to exacerbate fear and shame. Most kids don’t drive drunk for fun — they do it because they are afraid that they will get caught breaking rules. Drinking, or doing drugs, in seclusion is dangerous. Strict regulation fetishizes actions and substances, gives them cache, and drives them into hiding. Away from prying eyes children are that much further from help. Every extra minute that it takes to get proper care could be the one that makes the difference between life and death.

Strict regulation is never going to make drugs disappear. Alex made several good decisions, including attending a school where he could make friends and be open about his preexisting struggle with addiction. If he did not attended Reed he may not have had the luxury of those 8 months, he may have made his final (bad) decision sooner.

On April 5th Alex made a difficult choice that every struggling addict faces. He had to decide which is more important — the high or not admitting his failure. He chose to get high alone.

It does a disservice to the memory of Alex and many others who have died to imply that someone else is responsible. You can never love someone enough to fix them; counseling, support and punishment will always fail to bridge the chasm of fear, shame, and pain if the person experiencing them doesn’t believe the crossing is for them.

For everyone who has lost a loved one to addiction please accept my sincere sympathy. Your loss is hard enough without passing blame.

What Is Love?

Sometimes love means never letting go:
Never give up on your love

Sometimes love means giving in:

kissing? Smothering?

Love is a strange thing. It crushes, kills and changes everything else. Love isn’t what makes you wake up in the morning — largely that is obligation. Love can’t fix very many things, but it can make you not care.  Which for many people is just as good.

Thank you Jason Kelley of photo booth projects, LK, Ashley, and especially Chris and Kara.

Battling These Helliments

Vienna Le Rouge

Sorry all going to Portland for a wedding. I am the Best Man so tonight I am going to be Bachelor Partying. Tomorrow I will probably be answering stripper related questions. As in either questions from strippers or questions about strippers. Maybe I will be answering questions about how much my head hurts and difficult painful situations I would prefer to my future state of being.

Bum Fighter

The guy at the corner of Denny and Stewart is pretty territorial.  Sometimes you’ll get him and then another pan-handler kitty-corner, and there are nothing but nasty glares going back and forth.  Apparently it’s prime pan-handling real estate. Anyway, the question is: how much does he get in day?
- Chris
Well when I lived in Vegas a family friend quit his job because he was making approximately 80 grand per year working the good real estate there. I can only assume that Denny and Stewart is not as good as Las Vegas, plus there is a waaay lower chance that someone is feeling hysterically generous. But I imagine that he might net $200 dollars on a good day. Based on 6 weeks of because of holidays, illness, or legal detainment he may make as much as 46k per year, other pan-handlers not withstanding.
I know that the most successful Real Change vendors live in reasonable apartments (around $600/month). So probably there are a handful of pan-handlers making more than $24,000 per year, and someone with a talent could make significantly more.

It’s A Hard Nut Life

If he keeps this up he is going to get “Eated”:

Can squirrels vomit?
I have never seen it. I have seen many squirrels and other rodents, but I don’t think I have ever seen any of them get sick in that way. So my first thought is, no, squirrels can’t vomit. I imagine that they have the same problems horses do. But, after further research, it is possible for a squirrel to vomit, which is lucky for the little guy in the video above. Otherwise he may have died from alcohol poisoning.

Yawns and Kitties

kumo
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Why are yawns contagious?

-Joanna

I believe that yawns are the result of either a need to equalize pressure in your sinus cavity and ears or the desire to redistribute chemicals in your brain. Some studies suggest yawning is a means of placating nervousness, relieving stress, or alleviating sleepiness.

So they are probably contagious because of some type of pack mentality. By also yawning you put yourself in a similar state as the person you saw yawn. Thus you affirm their state of being and consequently their need for yawnage. It is kind of like involuntary cuddling.


What the hell does kitty-corner mean?

- Alan

If a kitty has corners it generally means that you have broken it some how. In spite of the 5 pointy ends that cats usually display they should not have corners. Cats should be roughly tubular and furry exhibiting slightly smaller tubes extending from the anterior & posterior ends of their central tubes and a significantly smaller furry cylinder extending from their butt.

Making It Up As I Go

Telling a Witty Joke...
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Today I got a surprise. A little button it said: I Make Stuff Up. I was snuck up on and pinned. It has been an ongoing joke that I have an entertaining remembrance of the past. I can accept that I do find “real life” trite. I mean really, life starts and ends the same way – eat, sleep, poop. There, it is done. With one exception, the long section in the middle where it goes like this: Sleep, Eat, Do something you hate for 8 hours, poop.

King Arthur, Frodo, John Wayne, George Washington, your mom et al are just made up. Even the people you know are fictional. I know that sounds weird, but your perception and “the story” people around you remember are not the same. Life is more fun with heroes and villains. Epic battles in real life are far subtler than in the stories that you read.

Telling a story often rests on a simple premise, who disagrees with my view of the world. There are people who were there and saw it differently, there are people who dislike theatricality and there are people that are just jerks – those are the people who disagree with me. My goal in telling a story is to add entertainment and humor; I don’t make things up. I make things more vibrant or more tailored to the crowd. It is important when you tell a real story that you stick to the spirit of the story. If you see a clown on a Vespa it is okay to say you saw a bunch of mimes on mopeds – it just paints a better picture.

When you make stuff up you get full reign. You can say that Snoopy is a girl or that the in order to be Pope you have to sit on a special chair where they check for your testicles, because of Pope Joan. Anyway, I love a good story. If you know any you should share them.

Now It’s Personal

little zoo -> airport
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Do you ever feel like you were supposed to grow up to be something different?

I do.

Last night I had a long conversation with someone I have known for years. She brought up what I thought was going to do with my life after I got out of college. She was crass about her approach to the subject, but it made me think about how far I have come since I was young.

What did you want to be when you were a kid? I wanted to be tall, and I wanted to do something science-y. In my teen years I realized that I am really intrigued by psychology, I started to think about studying abnormal psychology or psychopharmacology; this is when I first started formulating characters and thinking about writing also.

When my dad died I stopped thinking all together. I just puttered along, making very primal/instinctive decisions. I chose to take mainly art related courses my first year in college – eventually I dropped out. This made me realize that I really was happiest working artistically, rather than scientifically. I had always idolized my high school art teacher, his job seemed like it was at least interesting and people oriented. When I came back I decided that I would finish as an art major, that I would become a teacher. But that didn’t happen the way I intended.

I was working for an arts program in Portland Oregon daily hearing complaints from the people that I worked with that they were constantly having issues with teaching art, because the bulk of the work came through non-profit organizations and often paychecks bounced. This was, to say the least, disheartening. Still I was training to be a summer firefighter for the US Forest Service. I figured that I could go from that to working on an Emergency Teaching Certificate. But a few weeks before I was supposed to take the physical exam I dislocated my shoulder.

After physical therapy I decided that I would stay in Portland, work in the Americorps, and see where things were going with my college girlfriend. This taught me that I disagree with the way education is handled in the United States, introduced me to marketing as a profession, and in a cruel twist of fate resulted in me living in Seattle (a city I vowed I would never live in again). I am finally writing and doing more art again.

I am doing art and I am teaching people, about marketing, so I feel I am closer to my intention than I was a year ago.

If only I were tall.