This was the first real sign of Autumn in Portland. I just get so excited. I just love Autumn.
I know it’s dumb to swoon over a season, believe me, I just spent a whole Summer listening to the sun-lovers go on about how the sunshine gives them life, and a reason to live. About how their visits to the beach (or whichever sun-drenched hell-hole) was such a rad opportunity to get back in touch with the things that really matter in life.
Give me a break.
Summer is the alpha cheerleader, the star quarterback, the one that grew up with all the friends and the charmed life. Summer is the one that grew up pretty. And because Summer grew up pretty and popular, Summer didn’t have to work for anything so summer grew up stupid and lazy and uninteresting and will die alone.
Autumn, grew up ugly. Autumn had to fight for its place at the table. And because Autumn had to fight to survive, Autumn is the funny one, the one that read all the interesting books and knows how to cook and loves all the best music. So you’ll please excuse me while I gush, I’m blossoming, for the first time in this year. I just feel so, alive, finally in tune with the things that really matter in life.
Namaste.
This week I:
auditioned with a friend for The Amazing Race
stood uncomfortably at a great (really loud) show
tried out the new e-scooters that signify the end of western civilization as we know it. Then, I wrote this satirical essay
wrote this love letter to Portland’s Steel Bridge
captured the dulcet tones of my neighbors kicking the shit out of each other