LunaLove

Primary Conflict

I'm sitting in the den staring at my primary ballot.  It's still not filled out. I'm in such conflict over this primary vote. It doesn't look like Clinton is going to be able to win. I don't even know if I want her to win. I worry she is too set in the old ways, and won't pull us out of the idiocy of special interest lobbying and endless partisanship.

Still, Senator Clinton is a qualified candidate.  Her tough talk on Iran and her bullshit fearmongering ads disappoint me greatly, but they aren't surprising. I think we should be prepared for similar tough talk from Obama when he wins the primary. If history is any kind of indicator, it's going to happen. Dems can't win acting like doves. Yes, I know, Obama says he wouldn't have voted to go to war with Iraq, but he wasn't Senator then and didn't have to cast a real vote. 

So my conflict is this: How long will it be before we get another woman candidate who can make it this far?  I've been waiting 35 years, and am concerned it may be 35 more. I really want to cast this first historic vote to assert my opinion that the guest list at the dinner party that is world politics needs serious overhaul.  There's been too much testosterone for too long.

While I was noodling on this decision, I found some good stuff to share:

We Reserve The Right...

Daily Obama VP thread

High Standards at The Washington Post Op-Ed Page

Candidate Quiz (the two candidates basically tied for me - Clinton got 57 points and Obama got 52 points)

Beast

Last Sunday, Eric and Nami and I went to Beast for brunch.  We had a wonderful time sampling the prix fixe menu.  When you walk in, you are greeted and seated right away.  The setting is simple, the service excellent, the vibe is calm and doesn't take itself too seriously.  It's pretty hard to be pretentious with the GoGo's playing in the background, after all.  Veteran tablemates introduce themselves and start chatting right away.  We were lucky enough to be seated next to the chef's best friend.  She filled us in on various tidbits like the fact that the chef will be featured in the September Bon Appetit magazine as one of the six best female chefs in the nation.  How cool is that?  You may wait a bit for the other folks in your seating to arrive.  We enjoyed mimosas and Stumptown french press coffee while we waited, so we were happy little brunchers.  The menu consists of four courses, and each one was deliciously decadent.  I'm not sure I can pick a favorite.  After such a lovely brunch, I'm looking forward to trying Beast for dinner.  Want to come?

She's Actual Size

I had a bizarre dream last night. I was lying face up in a bright white, rectangle-shaped tunnel.  The tunnel felt small.  I was holding on to a loved one's hand (maybe Jess).  I felt an overwhelming sense of fear.  I felt powerless.  I was small, voiceless.  I was trying to cry out my sister Nancy's name but only small croaks would come out.  Every few moments, a giant would crawl by me on her hands and knees.  Same giant each time.  She was wearing a very conservative school marmy dress that buttoned up to her chin.  She had dark hair and a bob just like Katie Holmes.  She didn't even look at me, but I was afraid of her.

I woke up and tapped the dream into the Notes app on Beloved iPhone.

Dios mio, what goes on in our subconscious, anyway?

Rocket

Paul and I met our good friends Valarie and Brian for an impromptu dinner at Rocket tonight.  Our first choice was Toro Bravo, but there was an hour and a half wait, and we weren't having it.  Rocket greets you with a simple and elegant, modern interior.  The booths were cozy, the wait staff was very attentive.  The views of Portland are stunning.  You can see our food choices in the collage.  I had cream of asparagus soup (yum), stuffed trout (pretty good), goat cheese cheesecake (yuuuum).

I guess Rocket opened to mediocre at best reviews, but we had a lovely time and would return again.  Thanks for a great suggestion, sweet V.  We'll attempt Toro Bravo next month :)

Meegie BD

Happy Birthday to Megan, my favorite birthday diva.  To celebrate our Meegie, we went to a piano bar in John's Landing.  The guest list was a mash of old friends, new friends, out of town friends, work friends, and one piano man who looked like Nude Parachuting IT Guy (but not nearly as smarmy).    Hope your birthday was super happy, baby girl.  You deserve it.  I got nothin' but love.  Hang on tight & enjoy!