Tag Archives: Portland

“A lifetime in three days”

All is quiet on Independence Day, oddly. In my hammock with a book, leaves scitter across the sports court and could be the dog, but she’s inside. Pre-fall, even now. No need for sunscreen, there’s a thin band of clouds … Continue reading

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Dead Souls | Field notes from the Pacific coast

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (now +25% complete!). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the … Continue reading

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As several disturbances head our way

I looked up and my family was gone, lost in the folds of Powell’s bookstore, Portland, the litmosphere they call it, and I wandered the displays sniffing cakes of handmade soaps, glassware designed for gluten-free beer, branded. All the Portlanders … Continue reading

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Reed College walk, Portland

Spooling around southeast Portland with my childhood friend Loren, the guys with beards pouring growlers and pints at the neighborhood bottle shop¬†flipping records, preparing dishes with fresh oysters, grated horseradish, a bed of sea salt. Past the antique shops where … Continue reading

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Chameleon, don’t paint yourself the color of perfection

It was very late August that summer we stopped in Portland on the way to the Redwoods and Loren made me some CD with early Pink Floyd I hadn’t heard, and I waited to play it until we left a … Continue reading

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How it looks from the inside of an Edinburgh flat while reading

The owner comes in to take measurements of the sofa bed that’s broken, apologises, says he assumed we’d be out at the museums on a day like this or seeing the town but we’re not; we’ve come all this way … Continue reading

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“All Right Now”

When I started up at my last job, the corporate memos were the same style¬†as a competitor I worked for prior, because the competitor had stolen the Word template and just changed the logo at the top, but kept the … Continue reading

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