Wow this dude really likes pizza.

I just showed my new homie from Japan how to make a pizza from scratch.
He is returning to Japan unemployed and mentioned he wanted to get into the pizza game.
They are leaving tomorrow.
We will miss our newest single serving friends. Tonight i took dude on a tallbike night mission. Olive was sewing with his lady.
I asked him to come with me on a mission to deliver some food to a preggers lady. He doesn't really speak English so all I had to do was point to our contented hens and say "Wanna ride bicycle?"
I loaded my hoopty, squared him away with a bike light and we took off.
He hadn't realized how fast we roll.
I took off and eventually hear him screaming behind me "Soo sorry, I'm coming."
I slowed down and soon we found our pace together.
I admire this dude. For not knowing English he is killing it with the communication.
This wouldn't work if we all weren't really expressive anyway. We got to where we were going and he got to see a very grateful pregnant woman and shortly after that a pot tree.
He was apprehensive but curious because it's highly illegal in his town.
We took off. On the road he got to experience how people cheer for us as we go by. He was smiling ear to ear. When I got home I was baffled by the convo Olive was having with the other guest.
She was telling the lady "so I told her, I'm a grown ass woman and I'm not about to be hearing what she is saying." I wasn't aware that Olive ever said anything like that. I am aware that her Japanese counterpart had NO idea what she was saying at that point.
Other than that the language barrier, was no barrier to her friendship with her new friend.
They are tight. and have a lot in common.
Me hanging out with the dude was a little different.
language isn't so big a deal because we dudes don't mind sitting around not saying anything.
When we were on the road however, folks cheered at us and I could hear my friend cheering back in the thickest Japanese accent ever. "AAaaaAah"
I'm gonna miss this bloke.lol
They thanked us for being such good hosts. We said "We aren't hosts, we don't work here, we are just the clown who live in the attic. :)

i found out what Olive was talking about. She was telling her new friend what to say, not what she said. Our friends had shared a cab with some drunk, pregnant, obnoxious women.They were being condescending and Olive was giving her some tough language to fend off the dumdums. They were very taken with the friendliness of Ptown don't get me wrong.They were delighted at how many strangers on the street said hi as they passed. They also noticed the temperament we have around light rail. "In Japan when train late everyone very angry, in Portland when train late they go have beer."

a great way to impress me is to ride my bike.

nailed it.

We did a little rock show for them in the living room and then made balloons last night. After that we found out my Man had a trick up his sleeve. Turns out he in one of the few dudes in his world who still rock fundochi (traditional underwear). The couple met when they were volunteering at a festival honoring ancestors.

G'bye Friends Good luck!

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Japanese folks and our tallbikes

By some interesting coincidence, last night both rooms were rented by early 30 somethings from The land of the rising sun. Japan.

It was our great honor to show them our life and ask about theirs.

We all had a lovely morning together.  After a round of strong coffee we showed them how to ride our tallbikes. 

Oops layed it down.

This dude was a natural.

Nice day for a ride.

My bike takes a pic every 5 seconds so I got a lot of pics. This post is for them to choose what pics they want.

That was fun. Now to show them my office.

yes, my office is a cardboard box. They thought that was a riot.

He is asking "Is...that Marijuana?"

Calls his lady and friend.

They watched me roll a doobie. They politley applauded when I was done. I said "American origami"

I never mention people's names when I talk about them. If anything they do in our country gets them into trouble in their country, I don't want it to be because I gave up their names. "Security culture" is international.

They didn't want any but they were facinated watching and photographing me smoke a joint by myself. That works for me.

We will miss these nice folks. I wish we all lived closer.

If this guy lived here I would want to ride with him all the time. He was good and confident.

Good times. 

We collected more Japanese language and three new friends this morning.  

That was great. It's so sad to see one of them go. 

We get to keep the other two a few more days. I hope they are having a great honeymoon here in the states.

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Turns out a good breakfast over in Tokyotown is rice,Miso, tufu and veggies.

Hanging out with this hip couple from Japan who are staying at our house.
 We had some of our family over tonight and all of us sat around with the babblephones out trying to communicate with our new friends. 
We never had time to take our clown stuff off after gigs today so this couple are very brave to spend so much time talking to clowns. 
They had no idea we would be here.  They may not know what we even are. But we are getting along swimmingly though. 
The couple looked at me puzzled when I complimented their English. 
I said compared to my Japanese language skills, you two are an English professors.
Now our family has left and we are still at it with the cultural exchange.
 I'm asking a lot of Japanese words and forgetting them as soon as I hear them, yeah, I'm sexy like that. Hopefully some of it sticks. 
Clowns need to know how to talk to everybody. It's tedious but well worth struggling through the language barrier to communicate and enjoy our latest "single serving friends". They got married 9 months ago and just now found time for the Honeymoon. 
We all have loads of questions for each other about water, life, language and culture. There is a Japanese guest in the other room as well strangely enough. She asked that we teach her how we make a traditional American breakfast. 
My traditional Sunday breakfast is the "racecar no driver" (Cannabis and coffee till lunchtime, roastin bowls and sippin joe.) so I wouldn't suggest my no gig day Bfast fave. 
Looks like we will be Americaning breakfast for three Japanese single serving friends in the morning.
 I hope we can come up with something to properly rep our hunk of Erff.
 I don't want to make them greasy fat bombs.
 I asked what they like for the first meal of the day in Japan. 
Turns out a good breakfast over in Tokyotown is rice,Miso, tufu and veggies. 
We are thinking pancakes, yogurt and fruit?

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meanwhile...we rocked out for the kiddos everyday.

I thought we were all about Canadian Hippies last night, I was wrong.

 When i got home from clowning, i met some shaggy Canadians with guitars returning from Pickathon. Great folks.
I thought we were all about Canadian Hippies last night, I was wrong. 
Late at night I was in the back yard and heard our side door open. When I went to investigate I found nothing out of place but there were several yahoos across the street talking at me, I ignored them. I went to the front door and started punching in the code. 
I didn't have my glasses so I fumbled many times. 
Then the door opened from within. 
Inside our very dark living-room was a bald, gorgeous, black man in his tighty whities who was almost as tall as the ceiling. He let me in and put a finger to his lips (for me to be quiet) then pointed the finger out the window at the men across the street who were now approaching our pad. 
After that, he turned around and went into one of the rooms without a word. I guess he had been watching them in the darkness. 
They knocked, I answered and at 3 am or so 5 drunk dudes walked in loudly asking for beers, women and asking if I wanted LSD. 
It took me a moment to realize they were not at all affiliated with anyone staying with us. I was smiling but I was also loudly saying "Turn around dudes, you are in the wrong spot Yo. Get the Mcfuc out!" 
I shepherded them out of our place and watched them to make sure they kept going. Three of them started complaining that I was giving the boot but two of them mentioned how cool I was being under the circumstances. That was pleasant of them. 
I woke up next morning and couldn't ask any questions because now the rooms are full of lovely Ballet dancers from Seattle.  
They knew nothing about what I just told you. 
 how it goes. Thanks mysterious stranger for letting me in last night. That was clutch that he knew the difference between me and some drunk yahoos.

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Nice! The English guy likes that we have huge tea mugs in our house.

Nice! The English guy likes that we have huge tea mugs in our house. I been calling them coffee cups but what the hell do I know right? 
His people invented the language so It's on him to call it.

on the Vacay by her damn self.

I just had coffee with an adorable Korean woman that I found in our livingroom this morning. 

Her and her Husband couldn't match up their off time so she is on the Vacay by her damn self.
She is very sweet.

Right now her and Olive are making her some goodies out of essential oils.

I really dig the look on Korean's faces when I greet them in their own language.

It's a look of relief mixed with pure amusement.

Korean is an intimidating language for us "Romanized" language speakers but I'm finding it a very beautiful language that I enjoy wrapping my head around.
Also as a trickster it's clutch to know what everyone is saying.

I been crunching Chinese, Korean and Spanish for the last few months.
Our new friend said she chose Portland because she read in articles that people are weird here and have freedoms to express themselves.
That is a pretty good review in my book.

She bought two boxes of tea from us and is going to bike with us to our gig at Pie Spot Pie shop today at 4. I love doing dignitary duty.

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Neighborhood music

Wow, a woodpecker bird was hammering away overhead looking for lunch when nearby a car alarm went off.
I couldn't help but notice that separately those sounds are annoying. But together they sound like an amazing techno song.
Good times.

Olive said "Hey come downstairs...and bring a camara!"

Here is something you don't see every day. 

Houseclowns get to scrub trashcans.

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Little A and Friend gardening with Olive at our pad yesterday.

 I'm so stoked that she has been in my life so many years. 

The very last thing I did at the Clown House was ride away with her on the back of the Behemoth. 
She continues to be incredibly supportive and a joy to be around. 

 Olive and Lil A are very tight. She is an expert gardener and really gave us some amazing insights about growing things. This is the first year in O&I's time together that we are able to grow anything. 
Before it was just grimey "Partment's parking lot. 
Lil A showed us how to grow our wig tree really well.

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meanwhile...this is the first year we were in the Division parade and actually live here

We did this parade so many times. Usually we don't have such a short commute.

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Canada in both rooms

Canada in the house. 
We stay in a house that rents out rooms. 
I'm delighted to hear some hallway introductions. 
They are just realizing they are all from Vancouver.
 "Neighbors at home and in the States!" 
In one room are a pair of 20 something women who are exploring the world and in the other a 30 something couple on vacay. I love that the couple brought their bikes with them. 
Everyone is dialed into all the things to do in Portland so they don't need "single serving friends". 
 I'm glad the clowns have this opportunity to be (or not to be) single serving friends to people from all over the world.

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Grateful for my wife.

I just heard some women (staying with us) from Asia, "Olive doesn't wear bra. While we are in the United states we won't wear bras either" "Agreed"
 So we are all just sitting around not wearing bras and being grateful.

Sexy situations happen to me a lot. It takes great discipline for me not to mention such situations online. I learned from experience that It's hard not to come off wrong. It's also a great way to potentially lose said situations. 
This dining room revelation is different because I don't count it as a sexy situation. 
This is about freedom Yo.
If they are not allowed to possess untarped breasticles, then I'm darn proud (standing in diningroom table waving US flag) they get that freedom here.

Things these folks from Asia have been able to do at our house (that they can't at home.)
1. Critisize their/our government leadership.
2. Try pot
3. Own breasts.
Not bad. I don't mind being known for that. 
Things our new Friends noticed:
1. USA women often don't wear bras.
2. Nobody seems to give a shit (I'm paraphrasing the broken English).

I had to clarify, Portland and Eugene people won't care. Minneapolis is hip BUT many parts of the USA are not gonna have it. Even here in Portland there was a church at the last Naked bike ride who were making a concerted effort to talk people out of naked and into Jesus.

I'm around boobs a lot more as a kid clown than a cabaret entertainer.
Boobs aren't the star of the show but they are very common in the romper rooms. I'm desensitized since way back. Been doing adult and kid clowning for 20 years.
The last thing I ever want to do is have a Mom follow my line of vision straight to her chest while she feeds her kid. I make sure to be looking anywhere else when they whip out the teat. Sometimes I look through them. 
That said, we get hit on by a lot more women in the kid world than the nightclub.
It's a great town to be a clown.
Also staying in one of the rented rooms is a newly married couple from India. They are esteemed cancer researchers. I love the delightful accent as she hollers at her man across the house. 

"We have only been here a few hours, why do you suddenly need excuses to be in the dining room... of a house you've never been in?" 

Our neighbor's shutters have been permanently shut ever since the day they were doing dishes and saw a lot more of Olive than normal. lol. Oops.

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Calzones in the Bungalow!

After we got home today we found a middle aged lady in our living room. It happens.

This Chinese lady who is staying with us is driving her daughter nuts waking her up to translate. She is fascinated.
I don't speak the language but I do have a Mom. I know what she is telling her kid. "No, don't just tell me they are clowns and they live upstairs.
I still have questions 3 through 103 about this here situation. Now stay put and tell me what these fools have to say." HAHAHA! You go girl.We have a new best friend. That tone is the same in all languages.
She was shy and bashful because she doesn't speak English. 
She muttered "I from China Beijing" 
Instantly we greeted her in Mandarin. 
She got a huge smile. 
Flash forward an hour later and Olive. the Mom. and the daughter are tangoing. 

Cutting a rug like old friends. She told Olive. "You Tango? You Dance?"
She assumed that because Olive was an animated clown that she would also know how to Tango...and she was right. "You teach me Tango Olive"
Living in a house that rents rooms is a perfect roost for clowns. 
We live for these interactions.
We sadly said goodbye to our Chinese national friends this morning and now have a new set of sweetheart single serving friends to miss.

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china connection

Lately it's been several pairs of 20-somthing women. We hit it off with the pair of Canadian friends, now we miss them. Currently we have New Jersey and Washington DC in one room and China in the other. 
The Chinese women were much different than the usual couples and friends on Vay Cay. The women from China are here for work. We hung out with them for a long time last night. When they first saw us, they had no idea what we were about. "Why you dress like daaaa? Is it festeeva?" 
We say "No were are the house clowns." "Like actor, Movee staa?" Me: Yeah, we are big movie stars, we are huge here, and in Bogota." I hadn't asked where they were from. They eventually said that they are with a Chinese firm. They were proud to be some of the few people from China allowed to travel the world (this raised a huge commie red flag). They are here working for marketers in the animation field. As I was defragging what was said it dawned on me. These are humans from communist China.
 I instantly and invisibly put on my "citizen's auxiliary, nosy, spy, prank, and neutralization klub" (C.A.N.S.P.A.N.K.) badge. 
If they are up to any espionage or subterfuge against our country I will sniff it out and lay down a few spoilers and red herrings. Your welcome Uncle Sam, glad to help. 
We continued our counter espionage diplomacy with them until late at night. 
It was a nice time and they were really delighted when we said goodnight to them in their language. I was gonna take a photo of them and Olive but after I got the camera I realized that everyone in the room were gorgeous millennials in skimpy clothing lounging in front of a fan. If the cameras come out, it's gotta be their idea not mine.
 We have a week to get in their heads and take good photos. We will see what happens. Dig this...I could (and should) be wrong about them. 
They were wrong about us. 
"We thought you worked for Disneylaaaa." Hahaha. But it's still good to keep that security culture up and running all the time. 
It's civic duty. E Pluribus Unum!