On Sunday, C and I went to the Portland Art Museum to see (amongst other things) Three Studies of Lucian Freud. It’s very nice, although obviously it suffers somewhat by the inevitable comparison to its subject.
Later in the evening I read Freud’s Wikipedia article, which is really quite remarkable. I had, heretofore, imagined Freud having a more philosophical approach to the beauty of apparently-hideous reality, so I have actually sort of been wrestling with this new information a bit. Not at all what I got from the work itself.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but Oui Presse on Hawthorne is my current favorite coffee and languishing spot. They also make really sublime cookies and coffee cake.
The latter is, sadly, less photogenic than the former.
A now-inevitable evening sky. These have just been so great.
I went up to St. John’s on Saturday to take pictures of the bridge.
This one speaks to man’s inhumanity to man.
More amazing bleak sky:
Some jolly trailers for contrast:
Cat on the keyboard:
The sky has been pretty intense lately. Here’s how it was just before things started going dim today.
These are from earlier in the week when it looked a bit like the end of the world.
I don’t know, a lot and yet nothing going on. I think the only thing I really have to say at the moment is that I’m sort of over lush reds for the time being, which basically puts me completely off the new world. I guess it was inevitable.
So I got up really early (for me) this morning, and decided to head straight to the Albino Press. Here’s what I saw as I left the house.
And here’s the lovely reservoir.
Between these two sights, there was this which is pretty hilarious. I mean, I sort of sympathize with the tragedy of a lost pet, but maybe you shouldn’t have brought your fucking chicken to the park, genius.
So C and I went to the coast a few days ago, and while I did a fair amount of just gazing out at the serene yet mighty Pacific, I also made a concerted effort on Markov Garden. Because I’m that sort of person, it’s easy for me to look at the fact that MG has been in process for something like seven months without it being finished and get a little disheartened, but I’m trying to fight that off. I mean, it’s not as if I haven’t been working during that time.
Speaking of working, I went to OSCON as part of a Temboo brigade and sat at a booth and said things like “the cloud” and “api” a bajillion times. Not surprisingly for nerds, the OSCON badge has a random animal on it. I got a rhinoceros. I like rhinoceroses.
So one of the marvelous things about Portland is that it is full of mini-neighborhoods which invite exploration and provide another facet to the city experience. The bad thing about this is that it’s hard to figure out what they mean for the city in aggregate. I’ve been here for something like a bajillion years now, and I still can’t decide if I like it or not. I suppose that’s pretty damning on the face of it, but I keep finding myself places that I really like, so I don’t want to just condemn the whole business out of hand.
Even my immediate surroundings can be surprising sometimes, although I find them limited in scope. This might be the main problem. While the cafes and bars are nice, nothing about the environment is particularly inspiring. Besides the accidental glory of the inner East Side, Portland is architecturally empty to me. Of course, it’s full of stuff that’s exemplary in various ways, it’s just that those ways don’t amount to much for me. I really miss living in a more vertically-oriented town.
Tabor Reservoir in the morning:
Trophies for Mighty River.
Portland’s version of Tarkus:
A lonesome cone on a rooftop.
A cool sign from the inner Southeast.
I sent pictures to Temboo for a staff bio page. They chose another one, but this one was the coolest.
Some cool clouds from the back yard last night.
And here is the latest addition to the list of things I never thought I would own.