Good thing I don't call myself a blogger. Not much text going up lately.
I heard Michael Jackson died and the internets nearly exploded.
Things are happening in Iran. That's a big understatement as I sit so cozily housesitting for a professor out on Cardwell Hill. Twitter has served the people of Iran well, but let's keep it in perspective, please.
And by the way, I'm drinking a Pike Kilt Lifter ruby ale from Seattle. Gets my full recommendation, for what that's worth.
The NBA draft came and went with the Blazers doing little but moving Sergio and swapping picks with Sacramento.
Also in Oregon, a marijuana clinic will be opening in Grants Pass, the same place where we stopped for pizza a couple of weeks ago. I can't speak for the beer there, but the pizza is average and the Wild River Brewing and Pizza Company is one ugly, ugly place. Time to replace the carpeting with wood floors.
Well, I've really digressed, from the death of a pop star whose sales totaled 750 million albums and the crumbling theocracy in Iran to the floors of a pizzaria in Grants Pass. I don't know why I'm including so many pointless links today.
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Seriously if you're ever in Ashland there is a pizzeria called Kaleidoscope. The best pizza I've ever had and fantastic beer too! Just have to get past the tremendous amount of Grateful Dead memorabilia.
Forgot to mention that the pizza place was in Medford. I just assumed if you're ever down here you're in Ashland and not the hunk of meth and concrete that is Medford.
Sorry for this late reply, but I'm definitely going to check out that pizza place in Ashland.
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