All these years and I never knew it was in such a state of disrepair, it always looks quietly majestic in my landscape photos.
It sits so far off our most popular beach that it’d take an extremely powerful scope to properly behold it in all it’s unglory, proof once again that a soft focus favors all ladies.
Actually, no, because it’s Portland and nobody here even notices.
I swear to god, this town….
Yesterday, I spent two hours running a twenty minute errand and got a taste of the apocalypse, Pacific Northwest-style.
It was like a scene from a disaster movie. The highways were jammed with furious gridlock, horns were honking, people were taking crazy chances, jerks were being extra jerky, emergency vehicles everywhere….
Nixon’s Chief-of-staff Alexander Haig warned him ‘Under no repeat no circumstances should the President actually drink’ the stuff.
“Dan Rather said it tasted like ‘liquid razor blades.’ ”
The drunken revelry, the weapons grade water guns, the smell of your own flesh cooking under a hot August sun like a chicken fajita–this is the most Portlandly Portland thing to do in the dog days of summer.
j’accuse
a horse in oregon is seeking more than $100,000 in compensation from his former owner after suffering a frostbitten penis – http://tinyurl.com/ycsls8ao
