November 2010
11 posts
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I have another chapter in the already too long of my plumber situation. We are going to arbitration.
Sigh. The reason the plumber feels he should not have to compensate me for the second plumber is because, according to him I have vandals.
While I don’t discount the possibility of drunken mayhem, I do not think that vandals typically come equipped with pliers to loosen plumbing...
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There are things that one does in life that one never imagined one would be doing.
For example, I never thought I would work in a bar with karaoke, much less run one and have the offering of karaoke be my idea.
Star Bar is officially doing karaoke every Sunday starting in December.
But this is not your normal Portland karaoke. Just like this is not your normal Portland bar. The karaoke,...
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Where was I? Oh yeah, I was just sending blogs accidentally, spilling beverages on myself, and trying to remember what the hell I was talking about.
I got as far as dreams and can’t remember the rest. I had a point. It was lost.
I got my ass kicked today. Work filled up. And then filled up. Then settled in to being full though we, my cook and I never settled into being that busy.
The...
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Dreams.
It is odd to mention the smoke filled tendrils of unconsciousness because that means I have them, again. And to clarify, this is not dreams of what I want to be when I grow up, as we have all determined I don’t want to grow up. This is dream of sleep. The labyrinth of muddled thoughts and false memories of an unedifying future.
While on the subject of clarification, I would also...
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And so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes.
There is the good news and the bad news.
I will give you the good news first because quite honestly, the bad news is more comical if you are able to step back and look at the situation as a whole.
The first news is that the we were a stop for a party bus. A party bus, for those of you not familiar, is exactly what it sounds like. There is a...
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Remember that last blog? The one where I used a lot of French words like ivre and arrogant?
I do.
And I will kindly ask that everyone dismiss that blog. Thieves piss me off.
A drunk man who steals and has the courage to bring back the stolen object two days later and apologize, restores one of the reasons I love doing what I do. People are pretty rad, in general.
I once hung out with a...
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Of the many frustrations one might experience in the bar life… the unsavory tales of vomit, urine and feces… there is nothing that sets afire the cockles of ire like a inscrutable little thief.
Last night an ivre mother fucker, and I pardon my French, waited until I went into the kitchen to do dishes and stole a velvet painting. He did not steal a small bird or a cartoon-like turtle,...
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The slow times are killers.
You see some rain for the first time after many sunny days and, as a bar, you know you will be slow.
You see some sun after a cold, wet winter and, as a bar, you know you will be slow.
You have this knowledge and yet it still hurts.
Ignorance is bliss.
And yet knowledge is the key.
I want to defy. It is in my nature. But I know I can’t change the...
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I love it when a plan comes together.
I love to see how people react when challenged. Some hold their heads high and brace themselves. Some don’t. I love to see what people can accomplish. There is a point where the wheel became a wheel not a round object without purpose. That point probably came when somebody was challenged. I probably came when some guy or gal was trying to get away...
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The new menu went live today.
We weren’t entirely ready. But what else is new? Launching a new menu, opening a bar, tweaking an existing menu, getting a promotion, birth… with all of these things, when are you totally ready?
I am excited about the food. We have brought two things in from my previous bar… marinara and chili. I love these menu items. Hearts and souls were...
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Routine, that charged electron of perseverance, can be elusive.
My routine is almost entirely based upon other people’s routines. If I am not a part of the people’s day-to-day, then I pretty much adrift.
This does not mean that I am not busy, however. In fact, it means I am probably busier. Think of it like looking for work, really looking for work… not just responding to an...
