Portland

We’ve been in town for a couple of weeks now. Grey skies, yellow and red leaves, bright sunrises and hazy evenings. Willamette rushing by the foot of our neighborhood. Hipsters and bums wandering the streets, bundled up to the point that they’re tough to tell apart. I have a job. Sara has like three or four jobs. We have a house. It’s too expensive and beyond every hope we ever had for a place in the first month here. Getting the bus schedule down. The living room is now the living room. The bedroom is now the bedroom. The fridge is full. Visitors have been had. Paychecks have been cashed. Dance parties, theater pubs, Powell’s, Bloody Mary’s at the Matador. I went to the comic store today for the first time. We found out that my neighbors have wireless, so thank god I can get online from home (thanks unwilling accomplices). It’s a little chilly for Sara, but she fell in love with here like I knew she would when I asked her to come. I think it was Kennedy School that did it. Here are some pictures:

Powell’s books. Looking for jobs on Craigslist. It took a while, but now she has interviews coming out of her ass. I haven’t been to Powell’s enough yet. I haven’t been to downtown enough yet. We just had our first full day of walking the city together last weekend. Pioneer Square is all Christmassed out with while lights on the bare trees and the giant “Annual Tree” set up in the middle of the brick plaza.


Fall was gorgeous. Color composed of leaves, each a small fragment of colors, strangely looks like the purest color you’ll ever see.


This is up on the Vista Bridge, overlooking town and Mt. Hood. It’s also called Suicide Bridge for all of the people who pitch themselves off of the concrete span over the 26.


Thanksgiving. We were staying at Dale, Michael and Jason’s for Thanksgiving, just before we found our house. They had over all of the people who don’t have family in the area for a full Thanksgiving dinner.


Jason and Michael play with the cat.


Playtime after dinner.


We all took a walk around Southeast Portland after turkey dinner. Passed around a one-hitter and packed beers. Then some of us hit a nearby bar for a whiskey.


This is a picture of one of the coldest days I’ve experienced. Canvassing in the winter can be a fucking cunt.


Sudden trip to the coast. We stopped at Tillamook for cheese, then hit Newport after a quick stop to fly a kite on the beach.


The House. We’re having a love affair with the house. This is our first night, I believe. We spent the first couple weeks sleeping in the living room, mostly because it’s the coolest room in the house. Two sets of double French doors opening to a balcony that overlooks the Willamette and Mount Hood.


The dining room is also pretty incredible, and the first room we really set up as it’s intended to be.


The view:



The Matador and a dog at the bar:


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4 Responses to

  1. Eats With Face says:

    The Vista Bridge pic is beautiful. Denver is cold this winter too. Much colder than last winter. I have preprepared statement of Denver winters that goes something like “it never gets that cold. It snows and then the next day the sun melts it all away. It’s perfect here.” That will need some revising. How about. “Um…I walked to work this morning and almost froze my face off.”

  2. Eats With Face says:

    The Vista Bridge pic is beautiful. Denver is cold this winter too. Much colder than last winter. I have preprepared statement of Denver winters that goes something like “it never gets that cold. It snows and then the next day the sun melts it all away. It’s perfect here.” That will need some revising. How about. “Um…I walked to work this morning and almost froze my face off.”

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