Even Beaverton is living in the future.

Now I can have my cake and watch it, too, even when I’m away from home. My parents have broadband access.

Medium, Season 1.

It’s not a great series by any stretch of the imagination, but it keeps managing to find a balancing point between procedural crime, family drama, and psychic weirdness that I still can’t bring myself to believe exists.

Greetings from PDX

I’m posting from the Heaven Cafe in downtown Portland, courtesy of the Personal Telco Project. It’s pretty nifty. But that’s beside the point. I can hear you all not asking, “How’s Portland? How’s the family?”