Futility Now

We went to Hash for brunch yesterday, which was quite nice. Like our current fave Broder, Hash has a very sensible approach to portions, which avoids the waste-food-or-feel-fucking-gross dilemma that otherwise very friendly Portland restaurants often provide you with.

The nice thing about wheel throwing vs. hand building is that you can make charming functional objects with speed and (some degree of) elegance.  Unless you become obsessed with making teeny necks for all of your vessels, rendering them pretty useless.  That seems to be my plan.  They’re a spirited lot, I can say as much.

“It looks so nice outside,” they said.  “Let’s go play.”

“Oh, that’s so much better, ya.”