Matthew and I used to lament the lack of good coffee in the near NW area, until our friend Sage told us about the “secret” Stumptown in the Ace hotel. I wish I were a better photographer (and also less shy about taking pics in front of the hipsters) so I could get pictures for Crystal; I know she’d like the style in the lobby.

My English classmate uses “ace!” as an exclamation of approval or satisfaction. That kind of thing, combined with her British handling of the comma, makes for some interesting mental detours when I read her emails. Responding to a draft I’d sent her for a joint paper of ours, she wrote, “I love it, ace.” Now I refuse to stop thinking of myself as Ace. Anyone wishing to (actually) address me as Ace should please do so.

The lobby has a photo booth.