I first encountered the music of Roky Erickson during my short stint as a volunteer DJ at KRVM, when his album “Don’t Slander Me” came out in the mid-80s. While DSM is less grungy than Roky purists probably approve of, it’s remained one of my favorite albums for more than three decades, with the title track, “Bermuda”, and his vampire epic “Burn the Flames” near perfect encapsulation of his vocals and lyrics. Only got to see him one time—just a few years back—but it was a lifelong musical goal realized.
Are you going to Bermuda?
One of the first places Barbara and I ever went out to when we started dating was a little hole-in-the-wall at SE 32nd Place and Hawthorne. It was a former hot dog stand with four or five tables, but it had been taken over by a Vietnamese family and in the transition they’d named it Saigon Café and Doggie Delight. They changed the name relatively quickly.
The first time we went there, we ate Five Spice Chicken, which became a staple of our (well, Barbara’s) home cooking menu.
As it happens, some 15 years later, when I moved my freelance office out of downtown, I ended up across Hawthorne from the restaurant, and —along with At the Hop (30th & Hawthorne) and Fu Jin (35th & Hawthorne)—they were the triumvirate of my lunchtimes. All long gone now.
The woman who ran Saigon Café sold the business when she grew ill, and it was an Italian restaurant for some years, before it became Chiang Mai—a Thai restaurant—about a decade ago. Walking past on my way home from work yesterday, I noticed it had closed; I’m assuming it and the attached house are going to be ground up in the Portland apartment boom.
From Ron Bearry, on a Director email list (yes, there still is one!), a piece of history.
I also still have this case, out in the garage. I think there are a couple of SCSI cables in it.
Going through the site and cleaning up some old links, I ran across a post I did on the tenth anniversary of the publication of Special Edition Using Macromedia Flash 5. That post was published eight years and one week ago, so the book is barely legal!
That post, in turn, referenced one from 2009, where I originally mentioned that the royalty statements I was still getting from the book only had me $700 in the hole to the publisher on my advance payment (the sales of the book never having earned enough to pay me a portion equal to what I’d received after completion—the advance—and sales after eight years having slowed somewhat).
In 2011, I’d provided the updated figure, which had been reduced by almost $50 over the intervening 28 months: -$658.70.
You’ll be happy to know that in the statement I have before me (yes, I’m still getting monthly printed statements even after 18 years), that baby’s still earning 12¢/month from my share of electronic subscriptions, and the intervening period has seen the balance I owe reduced to –$535.32. That’s $15.42/year even after a decade in print! So I should be even sometime around 2054.
I look forward to these monthly reminders of my mortality.
More than fifteen years ago, while I was trying to learn new skills to supplant my knowledge of Director and Flash, I set out to pick up PHP and SQL by writing my own system for posting stuff on the internet, on my own domain, on my own server.
That effort didn’t exactly pay off—I spent most of the intervening years un- or underemployed—it didn’t make me a PHP/SQL savant, and by 2010 I was using WordPress to run my other blog, Mutant Poker. In the meantime, I posted a lot of political and general interest stuff here that I thought was interesting, but the system I wrote made more investment of time in it just seem counterproductive.
I’ve finally taken the time (not so much as I thought it would take) to convert the hand-built system to WordPress, figure out how to redirect all (well most) of the URLs, and get my act together, so: ta-dah! Welcome to darrelplant.com 2.0.
Barbara and I went to the Hunan Thursday night together for our last time:
You will always be surrounded by true friends.
The penultimate fortune for our Hunan trips together:
Treat yourself to a good book for a needed rest and escape.
From last night and tonight, with less than a week to go before the last time Barbara and I can eat together at Hunan:
Now is a good time to try something new.
A pleasant surprise is in store for you soon.
From tonight, my birthday and Barbara and my anniversary:
Watch for a stranger to soon become a friend.