DAs on the beach.

Dana created a model of the dish room (complete with Trash Can Alley) in the sand.

the excellent hosts

Workplace appropriate side hugs.

Sleeping with Neutral Wrists.

Buddy Lift. Or something.

devon getting l-bagged

DA Reunion '09

Ice2CU

Yea yea yea, D.B. up in here, y'all know what this is, it's whatcha been waitin' fo', D.A. Diaspora, Northwest, straight givin' it to ya... Yo MayLo, show these mothafuckas what time it is baby...

Yes, he Tae Kwon Did. (I cannot for the life of me get this picture to stand up right, but if you just tilt your head, I assure you it's well worth it).

Portland's hipster scene. (Note the queer with the eyebrow ring on the left).

The Reincarnalators, now distributed by one of the largest book stores in North America.

Yep, the gang's all there. Note Taylor's limp wrist and horrific shirt.

YOU SEE HOW MUCH FUN WE WERE HAVING?!!

Man do I want to go back in time and punch that simpering smile down my own throat.

The water is good.

Fashion! (Note Adam's expressive rendition of both the "sad model" and "happy model" looks.)

For some reason there was a Weimaraner there. For some reason we put clothes on it.

Thanksgiving, replete with grinding and love/gut punches.

Breakfast club! Don't front, haters!

I Smell A Class-Action Lawsuit...

I forgot the most important thing to tell all of you wonderful kitchen folk. We now dilute the Sterbac twice as much as we did last season... it's not even blue anymore. It was unhealthy at concentrations of yesteryear.

Look Who's Back

I'm sitting in the Highway One computer kiosk with Evan and Dave. I'm flipping freezing as Evan just dragged me on the Ob Hill Loop and it's cold and windy. The kitchen is pretty much the same as ever. The DAs haven't come close to cracking yet, it's sort of unnerving. They are all quite happy.

As for the DAs of last summer, it's a pretty sweet time. Ethan, Dave, Evan and myself rocked pots last sunday. Ethan has moved on to colder pastures down south, so it looks like Emily Wempler will fill in this sunday. Upon Evan's arrival, a hastey trip to Gallagher's was made, and after a few drinks and shots of tequila, I made one of the greatest decisions of my life. The only problem is, now every drunk guy on station rubs my head... I have to wear hats to the bars.

Evan opted for the tri-hawk. As you can see by the photo, Dave's cut wasn't as nice as ours (he was the master with the beard trimmer), the battery died and Evan did his best with scissors. Happily, Katie Leum fixed him up the next day.

I have gossip, but you have to contact me for the really good stuff.

Hope to hear from you all.

--katie

Sally Ayotte Devouring Her Children, OR, How To Hang Yourself With A Sweatervest

A final political cartoon for your edification.



Welcome home.

Love, Devin.

Update

Yahooo!

Evan Brost comin at ya from San Francisco, California - the endpoint of my 1350 mile cycle ride down the westcoast. I've been entrenched in a 36 hour vegetative state in front of the TV and computer since I finished my trip - hence my responsibilty in giving all my lovers an update.

Along the way I visited such Antarctic allstars as Elizabeth Orange, Marnie Valenta, GA Joe (who taught me how to kite surf - absolutely wicked . . . makes surfing look like a stroll in the park) and the one and only Dave Massie.

Elizabeth operated as our cycling guide from Bellingham down to Seattle, and then as our sailing guide to Port Townsend.

The Cycle tour quickly evolved into a brewery tour . . . Rogue in Newport, OR was the highlight!

Goddamn! the Redwoods are cool . . . Goddamn!

Even a bear with antlers looks warm and fuzzy after enough time on the road