Finally I got up and started packing up my belongings. That’s when the room went dark. I realized I was about to faint, so I dropped to the ground. My heart began to pound and my hands were shaking. I didn’t know what the hell was happening to me.Read More
Post-election, I’ve gotten a lot of comments, which fall into one of two categories: “You’re going to be out of a job soon, huh? Since it’s all coming true?” Or “Should probably open a second section of that class, shouldn’t they?”Read More
I once got my left arm caught in a bailing machine at an old NW Portland bindery. It was my first night on the job, the safety cage was wired out and my hand got caught on a piece of wire or something else in the bail as the massive plunger came down to compress it. It took my arm in, but thankfully it was a near full bail and I could contort my joints enough to keep from breaking anything. It compressed all the bones in my hand, wrist, and forearm without breaking any of them. It released me as a matter of its course, I went to the hospital, and I was back at work in a sling, pushing a broom with my good arm, before the shift was over. Those seconds, between when I realized what was happening, what was going to happen, and that I could do nothing about it and the actual compression are among some of the longest of my life.
"And then I thought: it’s because I don’t have the proper infrastructure. I am like the city of Portland. Like one inch of snow, one fracture can seriously derail my life and cause chaos."Read More
"Did you know that those orange, brown, and white little triangles are the perfect plug for a nostril?"Read More