Notes from Portland, Seattle, Minneapolis, and New York. That’s more than enough travel for one month.
Now I can have my cake and watch it, too, even when I’m away from home. My parents have broadband access.
The Portland of My Own Private Idaho is the PDX of fifteen years ago.
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?”