celebration vs. devastation

white dress
grey ash

music
mourning

passionate love
indescribable fear

nervous butterflies
soaring rubble

trust
confusion

overwhelming joy
longing

comfort
unresolved conclusions

home
disconnect


This is the conflict I feel when I think about September eleventh and twelfth.

Portlanders Agree!

Reasons why I love Portland.

I just need to remind myself.

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It's pretty.

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Powell's Books. Because it is magical. Even if you don't call yourself a book lover, there is always something to lose yourself in... It's a city of books for crying out loud! TheHawthorne location is charming too.

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The Portland Timbers

We have a soccer team! And we're good! And we know it!

There ain't no pity in the rose city!

My favorite breakfast in the world at this humble place.

Seeing a "picture show" with the love of my life here.

It's real nice.

I'm not a fan of dogs.

However, we had a fun date night here.

The zoo. With old friends and new memories.

Mt. Tabor - always something interesting

or lovely

(let's not talk about the recently

frowned-upon occurrences that

happened there)

Best pizza around.

Yes. These links took a while.

This is brilliant.

I could use one of these.

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Help me out, Bob

Remember when I wrote this post?

It's still the most popular.

Perhaps I should revisit discussing influential singers/songwriters/legends.

Just a though.

On Not Wanting to do Finals

Welp. Do em anyways.

or

figure out your score in the class and what it would be if you just didn't write the final paper. Lets see here....

yeah, I should probably do it...

am I going to? You ask.

Yes. However, I don' t have to do very well to pull of a decent grade. And by decent I mean an A, so don't judge me.

I think I'll live by these rules next semester.

I'm just being a whiner. I am so glad I have the ability to be back in school eating up all this knowledge. So stop all that judgement.

chalk mural!

47th and Sandy Blvd.

The beginning

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And so it begins

this person is here

Living

Her awareness has yet to develop to our level

the awareness of others

of humanity

It won't be long that she will recognize you

your laughter

your anger

your trickery

Forgive me

I am angry already

hopeless

The reality this person will face

the sorrow

the pain

it is going to hurt

You are going to hurt her

shame

Promise me this

promise as if your life depended on it

you will try

and beyond try

with all your might

to love those around you

not for them

not for yourself

not for me

but for this person

she is perfect