east west

let's all be different together

damien jurado wednesday night. doug fir lounge. ruthie, peter, and i were sitting at our corner table, when we were approached by two guys that ruthie knew from the gillian welch show back in october. they sat with us for a while - all of us in our mid 20s, all recent transplants from somewhere else. the conversation was interesting for its predictability more than anything else: you know if you meet someone on the street and start to talk about the rise of fast food, you'll get a passionate anti-response. if you talk about cable tv or chickens or forests or salmon or film or politics, you know what the "correct" opinion is. and, as progressive as portland is, i don't know if i like this mass mentality so much.

today, i had to call a leather manufacturer and ask how many hides to order to cover a chair. i hate doing that, and i'm not really animal-rights anything, so i can only imagine how your hardcore animal-rights activists must feel. did this cow have to die in order for me to have leather on my couch? why can't their skin grow back like starfish? i don't like thinking that leather is made up of actual hides. when i called, the girl said that the cows for the shaker-ochre color have been running a little smaller than the cows for the coffee bean color, so i'll need to order an extra hide. THESE ARE ACTUAL LIVING CREATURES, "they've been running small". t-shirts run small. cattle do not. that's about as far as my soapbox goes today.

posted by jessica @ 10:57 AM