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Ten reasons I love Portland in no particular order:
1. I see Elvis everyday
2. Powells
3. really good coffee for a dollar
4. Bins
5. Interesting strangers I have a conversation with that don't always creep me out
6. there is an art culture/counter culture (even if it sucks sometimes)
7. The walk-to nooks and crannies
8. graffiti
9. I love how much Portlanders, or Oregonians in general appreciate the sun when it shines because of how infrequently we get it
10. Empty parks
Jason and I willing got into Tabitha's car. Neither of us know her very well, and I can't say I would trust her normally, but for time arts I did. Her and Kristen blindfolded us, and put the top down. We were so cramped in the two door car that my knees touched my chest. I don't think I've ever ridden in a full convertible before. Tabitha drove for about 10 minutes, taking lefts and rights, but obviously staying around the pearl because they had to come back and take the next two people. Listening to pre-recorded ambient sounds, it was impossible to distinguish what was real and what was from a different time and space. Were the birds I heard singing recorded three days ago outside Goose Hollow, or were they singing to me live from a distant tree? Were the other cars passing us real, or did it just sound like it. The lights visible under my blindfold were yellows and greens depending on where we faced in relation to the sun. I could feel breeze all around me, but see nothing. It was tranquil and dreamlike. I wonder if Jason felt similar distortion. Physically it was like a virtual ride, or a roller coaster. The two door was a stick shift, and when the car down-shifted I assumed we were parked, but then the car would lurch forward. Others described feelings of moving backwards downhill. I never thought we were going backwards, though I did experience a steep downgrade that I don't believe really existed. Surreal.
I didn't get arrested or fined today, so all in all, our project went better than planned. A few people were worried about the police, including me.
If your in Portland tomorrow, go to 10th and Yamhill, then walk down yamhill to 12th and all the way down 12th to Johnson, read the chalk story along the way.
1 class down, 4 to go.
1. I see Elvis everyday
2. Powells
3. really good coffee for a dollar
4. Bins
5. Interesting strangers I have a conversation with that don't always creep me out
6. there is an art culture/counter culture (even if it sucks sometimes)
7. The walk-to nooks and crannies
8. graffiti
9. I love how much Portlanders, or Oregonians in general appreciate the sun when it shines because of how infrequently we get it
10. Empty parks
Jason and I willing got into Tabitha's car. Neither of us know her very well, and I can't say I would trust her normally, but for time arts I did. Her and Kristen blindfolded us, and put the top down. We were so cramped in the two door car that my knees touched my chest. I don't think I've ever ridden in a full convertible before. Tabitha drove for about 10 minutes, taking lefts and rights, but obviously staying around the pearl because they had to come back and take the next two people. Listening to pre-recorded ambient sounds, it was impossible to distinguish what was real and what was from a different time and space. Were the birds I heard singing recorded three days ago outside Goose Hollow, or were they singing to me live from a distant tree? Were the other cars passing us real, or did it just sound like it. The lights visible under my blindfold were yellows and greens depending on where we faced in relation to the sun. I could feel breeze all around me, but see nothing. It was tranquil and dreamlike. I wonder if Jason felt similar distortion. Physically it was like a virtual ride, or a roller coaster. The two door was a stick shift, and when the car down-shifted I assumed we were parked, but then the car would lurch forward. Others described feelings of moving backwards downhill. I never thought we were going backwards, though I did experience a steep downgrade that I don't believe really existed. Surreal.
I didn't get arrested or fined today, so all in all, our project went better than planned. A few people were worried about the police, including me.
If your in Portland tomorrow, go to 10th and Yamhill, then walk down yamhill to 12th and all the way down 12th to Johnson, read the chalk story along the way.
1 class down, 4 to go.