Forget the car dad! It’s a small thing…

I can totally picture my dad and Steven having that conversation. Anyway, this was the talk of the town yesterday! This occured about 5 miles south of where I live.

Highlights of the article from the Oregonian:

West Hills home smashed in landslide

Neighbors come together to rescue the owner as her house literally falls apart around her
  
Thursday, October 09, 2008

JOSEPH ROSE, NOELLE CROMBIE and MICHAEL ROLLINS
The Oregonian Staff
 

A sound like garbage cans scraping across the street rattled Greg Sherwood from his sleep Wednesday morning.

The noise quickly became louder and more ominous, like wood snapping and concrete cracking apart.

Out the window of his home on Southwest Burlingame Place, Sherwood saw the house across the street slowly drop from the horizon. It was going down like an elevator, he thought.

In a blur, Sherwood and his wife, Debbie, raced into the predawn chill to see Kathy Hendrickson sliding down the hill, her house falling apart around her. She was frantic, riding a slab of debris, looking for a patch of earth that wasn't moving.

Next door, Sam Silverberg ran from his house and grabbed an aluminum ladder. Together, Silverberg and the Sherwoods were on their bellies, trying to extend the ladder to a still-sliding Hendrickson.

"Grab the ladder, Kathy!" Greg Sherwood shouted.

The 5:40 a.m. landslide sent the Southwest Portland home about 100 yards down a 45-degree embankment. Down the slope, along Southwest Terwilliger Boulevard, the sliding house — built in 1930 at 6438 S.W. Burlingame Place — hit two other homes, moving one off its foundation and bending it in the middle.

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Neighbors said Hendrickson initially couldn't open the front door, but eventually got it to budge as everything buckled around her.

As the sliding house collapsed into hundreds of pieces, Silverberg's wife, Anne Johnston, called 9-1-1 and told the dispatcher that her neighbor's house had just fallen down the hill.

"Your neighbor's house fell down the hill?" the emergency dispatcher replied in disbelief.

High-pitch screaming started in the background. "It's still going," Johnston said, before stopping her conversation with the dispatcher to repeatedly shout "come this way" to Hendrickson.

Johnston then told the dispatcher that she needed to put down the phone to help. She yelled, "Sam, get the ladder!" The line stayed open.

Reaching for the ladder as the silty soil continued moving under her, Hendrickson grabbed the bottom rung. On the 9-1-1 call, she can be heard sobbing after the trio hauled her up the hill to safety.

Downslope, in the 6300 block of Southwest Terwilliger Boulevard, the Chou family was in the middle of its own 9-1-1 call.

Yuan Chou, a researcher at Oregon Health & Science University, awoke to what he thought was the sound of rain. It was actually the first smattering of dirt to give way above.

"But then it started to sound like a crackling fire," Chou said.

Chou peered out the window and initially thought the Hendricksons' house was on fire because sparks were flying as the structure hit power lines. He shouted for his son Ben, 26, to call 9-1-1.

Ben Chou, though, realized what was happening. He told his parents to get out.

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From the street, Yuan Chou watched rolling gravel turn into a wall of dirt and cartwheeling trees. He noticed a neighbor backing his car out of a garage.

Chou thought about the expensive Honda that he had just bought. He told his son that there was still time to get the car. But as he started to run toward the garage, Ben Chou grabbed his father and held him back.

"No," Ben Chou said, "there is no time to be concerned about the car. It is a small thing."

Within minutes, the sliding house crashed into the Chous' two-story home, pancaking the second floor onto the first.

Photo slideshow of West Hills home landslide from Oregonian

You can watch this at your own pace (as well as read the whole article) at the Oregonian, or watch video aerials of what it looks like kgw (local news) website. Pretty crazy thing to wake up to. I'd be totally disadvantaged as a non-thinking, non-morning person. Also crazy is that anyone would think a video that teeny is that useful. Great user experience there, KGW…

 

 

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Portland Farmers Market- mushroom adventure

I live just across the expressway bridge from Portland State University (PSU), which means every time I take the 20 minute walk to the downtown area, I walk through the campus. Inevitably I have been comparing it to the Harvard campus, which is the most recent campus I walked on when I was visiting Lynn in Boston 2 weeks ago, and also Northwestern and University of Chicago's. All of these schools are much prettier than PSU in terms of buildings. But, PSU is also by the South Park Blocks, which is a promenade of tall trees and statues and memorials or art (Roosevelt and Lincoln are there) that goes on for several long blocks (I only walk half of it, the entire south park blocks are 12 blocks, and there also exists the North Park Blocks on the other side of town). As I walk east and then north to the downtown area, although I can make turns to walk through the Cultural District instead, I prefer walking through the shady trees of the park unless I am thwarted by a crowd of construction workers. They are working on some building which I'm not sure whether it is a museum (there is a history and art museum already here) or a building for the school or what, but twice there have been several dozen of them taking up a park block on their own across from the construction site. Each block is supposed to have some sort of "art" piece, but besides Lincoln and the fountain at the most north block of the South Park blocks, I actually like the "living art" of the visual of a gaggle of 20-30 vested hard hatted guys milling around a single block. It reminds me of a scene you would see made of Tonka toys or Legos.

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On Wednesday and Saturdays the Portland Farmer's Market visits the PSU/South Park Blocks area. I went to visit the market on Wednesday since all my boxes were successfully delivered on Monday and Tuesday and I had no more deliveries expected until Friday. I should have thought to bring my own bags to the market, as almost everyone else had their cloth tote with them. I mainly had one vendor in mind – the mushroom stand. I did get very tempted by the dahlias that the three flower vendors were offering though- you really get a huge bouquet for less than $20, better than any florist or grocery store so far that I've seen. I really liked the white dahlias, but I got rid of all my vases in Chicago so that held me back. I think I will wait until F buys me an arrangement, which inevitably will come with a vase because he never just buys bouquets on their own (that's how I amassed such a collection in Chicago). Look at the size of the arrangements thouigh!

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I walked around the market in a circle before finishing up at the mushroom vendor. Last time I had been here I had tasted some of the cheese from the cheese stands, and purchased a croissant from one of the two bakery vendors, and I didn't notice that they had anything different so I passed them by. I noticed the cute cookies at another bakery vendor which had a small crowd in front of it, and the huge wood burning oven where you can order warm pita sandwiches and get bagels. Besides the wood burning brick oven vendor, there is also an Italian sausage vendor with a big grill as well as a tamale stand. F was the one who suggested I try the tamale stand, saying it was known for beig good. PersonallyI didn't think the tamales were as good as the ones at Santa Monica's farmer's market, or Canby Farm's spicy asparagus tamales from the Bite of Portland. They are very popular though- when I walked through the market, it had just opened around 10am and no one was there. When F and I tried it during my interview week, we went a little closer to lunch, and only had a few people ahead of us in line. When I looked up after finishing my tamale with F, I suddenly saw a line of a dozen people. Same thing this Wednesday too- when I walked through later today on my way home after exploring a bit more of the Shopping District around 12:30, there was a line for the tamales that went around the booths down the sidewalk a bit.

Already though there was already a line for the berry vendor. The strawberries were very sweet, and good thing she brought so many of them, they were going like hotcakes bundled with her raspberry and blueberry offerings which can be grouped together as you like for your very own berry box mix. All the women in front of me took the boxes of strawberries I was eyeing though, so I went for a walk while she was replenishing her table and got distracted by fresh apple cider. I think he was surprised when he offered me a little sample and I just gulped it down without sipping it for taste. But, it was good- reminded me of the apple cider my mom used to get at a farmstand on the way home from school sometimes when we lived in South Holland. I got a gallon even though I knew I would have to lug it all the way home. He told me it would only last a few weeks, which I laughed at because it will be gone by next week.

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Last time I visited Portland, I was very tempted to buy a bag of mushrooms to make pasta- they had it wrapped up in a bag with pasta and a recipe already. This time, there was nothing packaged so you had to fill your brown paper bag on your own. But, of the little 3 corner tables they had making up their corner, there was one whole table with recipes to select from.

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I picked up some for the Matsukake rice for Friday for when my rice would show up (my rice cooker at least had made it already) but she also had these weird mushrooms that I had never seen before. I asked her about it, and she told me they had a light lobster flavor and was something new she was trying to offer to see if there was any interest. She only had two of them- a large one and a little one, with the smallest one being the size of my palm, and the larger one the size of both of my hands put together. She told me she likes to eat them just sauteed in butter and garlic and put with pasta, which sounded pretty good to me. I also wondered whether it could really have that kind of flavor, and if I could get F to eat it. So I got the large one! I wish I remembered what was the name of the mushroom.

F was very disturbed when he saw the mushroom before I prepared it by slicing them. He said it looked like a tribble. He was willing to poke it, but not eat it.

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After I took these photos, I wiped it clean with a damp towel, sliced them up, and then sauteed them with butter, minced garlic, and then added that on top of rotini (my favorite pasta shape) and then some crunchy basil, red pepper flakes, and sprinklings of romano cheese. The previously slightly furry/hairy mushroom pieces ended up looking like fish pieces in the cooking process. I think I cut some of them too small because when I actually did eat it, I liked the bigger chunks better because they held on to their firmness better. The texture and taste I thought was very similar to whitefish, and some of the bigger pieces were more like a very the texture of a fish but the taste of a soft piece of lobster. I also realized I didn't like the butter I bought with F- although my intentions were good with the Challenge butter product being all organic and a green company and such, the taste of the unsalsted stick butter was not to my liking. It just didn't taste like much at all. I went out to Zupan's and bought Vermont butter, honey pecan butter, and black truffle butter the next day.

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I plan to stop by the farmer's market again this Saturday. On the Saturday market, they have a demostration trying to highlight an unappreciated item from the farmer's market, and this week it's mushrooms!

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I’ve Moved to Portland!

I'm in Portland! I have moved! It is still a little surreal. Yesterday as the taxi was driving I looked at the skyline and thought about how I rarely saw it when I visited (I wind up taking the Max usually, the equivalent of the El trains except not elevated or underground, so the only time I see it is the taxi ride from the airport when I arrive in the evening). Then realized I would see it every day now. As the taxi was driving through the downtown area, I also remembered when I went to the Portland Farmer's market with F by PSU during my last visit (the week I was here to interview) and was so tempted to buy from this one mushroom stand. They even had a brown paper bag already put together of pasta, morels, and a recipe. But I didn't get it, rationalizing that F had planned enough dates for me to meet and hang out people he knew in Portland, so it didn't make sense to buy something that would mean staying in and cooking when we had plans to go out. I could buy it one day in the future, maybe when I lived here, maybe I could even try going to the market every Saturday.

I guess I can go out and buy it now. I mentioned it to F in the cab and he said that very same market is just a short walk away from the apartment, maybe a 15-20 minute walk I think. It seems like it's very similar to Green City Market in Chicago.

Today I looked out the window and was about to point out a car with an Oregon license plate out on the street and was about to point it out until I realized where I was. Duh.

I got in late last night- by the time we got to the apartment, it was around 11:30 pm since we had to wait for all the suitcases I packed and checked in. Mew was so good on the airplane, and I was glad F was able to fly out to help me move out of my apartment and pop the pill into Mew's mouth. My dad had no faith and kept telling my mom to start looking for eyedrops or something to dissolve the half-pill in and squirt into his mouth. I had originally thought to drug him once we got to the airport in the car, but because I wanted my dad's mind to rest easy, we did it before we left the house. I had Mew in my arms anyway, and I don't know how he knew, but he started to burrow his face in my arm in denial, something he has not done before. Awww. It was cute, and my mom ran around to watch and admire. Usually he tries to become liquid cat and squirm and pour himself out of my arms, but he didn't struggle- he seemed resigned somehow. How did he know?

The first time F put the pill in his mouth, after 30 seconds and he let go of Mew's fact, Mew leaned forward and just went "Ptooew" and it dropped out. It was sorta funny actually. The second time was the charm, and we waited just a lil longer (probably 45 seconds) and checked his mouth. Usually he cries when I put him in the bag, but he must have felt that this time was different because instead of whining (I joke he is singing "100 bottles of beer on the wall") when I put him in the bag or in the car, he was quiet. It couldn't have been the pill yet because it was too soon to have taken effect yet.

Mew's eyes were still all big when I was checking in at the airport with United, and I admit he fell off the weight scale thing they have for bags (I had put him on there so the lady at the counter could tag the bag).  He didn't fight me at all when I had to take him out of the bag and take him through the metal detector. Mostly he was just looking around curiously and what the heck was going on. He only whined a little, and pretty quietly, as we waited to board our flight and then on the plane a few times, and then while waiting for the luggage a little in Portland. The only annoying thing was after crouching low and exploring all the corners of the apartment, he wanted to stay in the closet and growl deeply from the back of his throat. Later in the night though, I called his name a couple times to see if he was ok (I was having a hard time sleeping anyway because it was a new place and I was cold) and he ended up crawling into bed with me and cuddling by my arm like he always does. I kept worrying about him going to the bathroom on the cream carpet here.

Today I had thought I would practice going out to see where the grocery store and the Max train line are that I would take to work/downtown, but it was raining all day so I instead focused on unpacking my suitcases of clothes and then organizing some of the boxes. I have boxes coming everyday this week except Thursday. Most of my clothes come tomorrow (8 boxes), and then my books and files come Tuesday (5 boxes) and Wednesday (2 boxes). Friday is a bunch of miscellaneous things and my computer monitor (4 boxes). The only thing I shipped of the computer was the monitor, and I brought my hard drives on the plane. I partially had no choice in that matter because the biggest box I had, 18x18x24, was surprisingly not big enough for my computer tower. You know I naturally had a color coded spreadsheet denoting my boxes using letters (L also did this, but with numbers, and she was neater because she used labels while I wrote on the boxes with red marker since last move I used black marker) and size of boxes, weight, content, and UPS tracking number and ship date and approximate arrival date.

As I was unpacking, I decided this apartment is 1. very nice and the cream carpets are something I will be paranoid about the whole time I live here probably 2. I don't want to bother unpacking most of my books and decorative knick-knacks because I'll just have to pack it again when I buy a Portland house 1-2 years in the future, assuming I can get acclimated and want to continue living in Portland. It also saves the trouble of moving the bookcases from the garage (where all the boxes and other stuff are) inside, which is a pain because of the narrow stairs. Which brings up point 3. It's weird calling this an apartment when it's a small house being rented. It's crazy that for the same amount of money to rent a condo in the Pearl District here (where I had originally looked to live- the feel is very similar to the West Loop) I could rent a rowhouse instead and get this much more room. M also rents part of a house in Cambridge (he lives downstairs, someone else lives upstairs) and I've noticed before whether L and M call it the apartment or what.

I haven't really seen the neighborhood that much, but from what I remember from past visits my impression is that it's similar to Chicago's Lincoln Park/Lakeview, if you made it smaller and less dense in population. Portland uses a grid system (you live in the NW, NE, SW, or SE neighborhoods) to divide up the city using the river and Burnside (F explained this to me last visit). Previously when I visited F for interviews I got a bit of the taste of the Northeast at his apartment. I live in the Southeast according to my address, but it is classified by the city as being part the Northwest as it is part of the Goose Hollow neighborhood and F has even taken me to the Goose Hollow Inn before for beverages and he used to like hanging there with his friends before he moved to Chicago.

I know I'm a Portland resident now, but it still doesn't feel real. I also on one hand feel a little bit naiive since I only waited until now to really move away from my hometown, so sometimes I get misty eyed getting myself all sentimental. I keep myself grounded though by thinking about the practical logistics that need to be done in the next week to make my home. I hope the boxes come earlier in the day (UPS delivers 9am-7pm) so I have some time to explore this week during the day, since I start work next Monday! I already am writing a shopping list of things I need to take care of this weekend or maybe in the evenings.

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Moving countdown…

So if you have been wondering what I have been up to because it's been so quiet on this front, the answer is… " a lot"!

After my project ended at the end of July, I posted my resume up, and in early August was fielding calls about job opportunities. However, I was specifically looking for jobs in not only my niche speciality of user experience work, but also I wanted to look specifically in Portland, Oregon and not in the Chicago area. After fielding calls for jobs and emails daily that were not for the location specified and getting slightly annoyed, I finally got not one but two calls, and two phone interviews, for two different jobs in Portland. Both flew me out, and after completing a full one day interview at each in early August, I was fortunate enough to have two job offers to consider!

I have accepted one of the jobs, and now I have a month to move myself out to Portland! I gave my official notice to my work (last day is the 11th) and my moving date is tentatively the 19/20th. Most of the past few weeks has consisted of apartment shopping for a home in Portland and showing off my current apartment in order to be able to break the lease (after a week on Craig's list, a 12 month lease has been signed so I'm free of my rental agreement with no security deposit penalty!)

This weekend I am enjoying Labor Day with my parents and my sister Lynn in Atlanta, and then there is a week of packing to start now that I don't have to show the apartment anymore and keep it clean. I'll be in Boston from the 12-15th and then… time to ship my belongings, sell them, or donate them

If you know me, you know I have actually never moved to another city before. Sure, I travel and visit and may even spend a summer in a location, but Chicago has always been my home, so this is a huge development for me. Wish me luck!

Incidentally, I continue to have my adventures in pictures posted to my Picasa website, so check that out for pictures with captions of what I have been up to lately.

I'll be back!

 

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