who's keeping portland weird?
Keep Portland Weird.
I see these bumper stickers all over and the sentiment seems to be the city's unofficial slogan. Check out these photos from the fringe.
Next to a bus stop, in what was probably a formally crumbling square of sidewalk, someone planted a garden and installed a sign. The sign reads, "Garden Made With Love, in need of tender care, weed while you wait." It's ridiculous until you realize you've got 11 minutes until the bus comes and hey, gardening could be fun.
Will and his new house mate Henry headed one way, and myself having caught the bus to dinner, caught a ride with Ramon. We were joined by Nat and Emma. The plan, as I understood it, was to pick up a bed for Nat she'd found on Craigslist and then to find a way to get it back to her new apartment. On the way there we saw the most incredible thing: a man riding a bright red scooter, a woman seated behind him, and a matching red sidecar with a medium sized labrador.
We gave chase. At first it seemed we'd lost them but they turned off to a side road and we followed. I was leaning out the window trying to take pictures but it was getting dark and we
were too far away. Our pursuit signaled
for a left turn. Ramon proclaimed the chase too weird and let them turn away while we continued on straight. But at the next block we turned left and then left again, coming face to face with our pursuit. It seems they were actively trying to evade us. I still couldn't manage to get a very good photo, so I'll have to leave it with just these two.
In the end, the bed was sold before we could pick it up. Dang! Luckily, craigslist is fruitful and ever giving. A few hours later Ramon summed it up best: who was keeping Portland weird, the scooter trio or us for chasing them?
I see these bumper stickers all over and the sentiment seems to be the city's unofficial slogan. Check out these photos from the fringe.
Next to a bus stop, in what was probably a formally crumbling square of sidewalk, someone planted a garden and installed a sign. The sign reads, "Garden Made With Love, in need of tender care, weed while you wait." It's ridiculous until you realize you've got 11 minutes until the bus comes and hey, gardening could be fun.
There are bicycle-only turning lanes. There are bicycle boulevards that run parallel to main thoroughfares a though they vary in size and scope they tend to share one common trait: funky bike friendly road enhancements. There are small bike symbols on the ground that indicate the boulevards and you can get just about everywhere following them around.
Yesterday Nat told me to meet up at Don Panchos for some uber cheap Mexican food. I got there pretty late and everyone was finishing up. The food I ordered took some time to arrive, but everyone was kind enough hang out while I housed two entrees. Sitting there, I thought I heard someone mention something about a guy. On a couch. But I didn't follow up. Leaving Don Panchos it all became clear: Across the street there was a guy, sitting with his guitar, on a couch, in the middle of a small field.
Will and his new house mate Henry headed one way, and myself having caught the bus to dinner, caught a ride with Ramon. We were joined by Nat and Emma. The plan, as I understood it, was to pick up a bed for Nat she'd found on Craigslist and then to find a way to get it back to her new apartment. On the way there we saw the most incredible thing: a man riding a bright red scooter, a woman seated behind him, and a matching red sidecar with a medium sized labrador.
We gave chase. At first it seemed we'd lost them but they turned off to a side road and we followed. I was leaning out the window trying to take pictures but it was getting dark and we
were too far away. Our pursuit signaled
for a left turn. Ramon proclaimed the chase too weird and let them turn away while we continued on straight. But at the next block we turned left and then left again, coming face to face with our pursuit. It seems they were actively trying to evade us. I still couldn't manage to get a very good photo, so I'll have to leave it with just these two.In the end, the bed was sold before we could pick it up. Dang! Luckily, craigslist is fruitful and ever giving. A few hours later Ramon summed it up best: who was keeping Portland weird, the scooter trio or us for chasing them?