portland day 3

Avalon was super snazzy. The nice guys there were really impressed with us not being obnoxious teenagers and let me try on 342734982 vintage hats and sunglasses! My kind of fun.
The Saturday market was a blast (i.e. more hats!)...We spent a while there exploring the craftiness.
Kitty Baby Love was too much cute to handle. After realizing I wasn't six years old, I decided to buy a candle in lieu of a carton of crayons.
Quirky shirt alert.
This guy, Terry, was really cool. One man stopped by his booth and asked, "Have you been here since the seventies?" to which he replied, "I sure have!" The man went on to explain that his wife had bought one of his cards then and to this day couldn't bring herself to give it away. This made me really happy to hear.
Record store!
Can I live here?
The owner was working on this awesome lamp.
I asked the guy at Cool Moon Ice Cream if this was intentionally a Harry Potter reference. It was! This made me incredibly happy. Supposedly the Harry Potter cast visited at one time and renamed the flavors for a day.
Outside Powell's Books, the HUGEST bookstore I have EVER been IN. We're talking a whole block, four stories high. I could spend days in that place!

Moral of story: I ♥ PORTLAND

it's earth day and springtime--more than enough reasons to read some poetry, eh?

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
wich is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
-E.E. Cummings
Minott, Lee, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
Possessed the land, which rendered to their toil
Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood.
Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm,
Saying, "'Tis mine, my children's, and my name's.
How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees;
How graceful climb those shadows on my hill;
I fancy those pure waters and the flags
Know me as does my dog: we sympathize,
And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil."
Where are those men? Asleep beneath their grounds,
And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.

Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys
Earth proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
Clear of the grave.—
They added ridge to valley, brook to pond,
And sighed for all that bounded their domain,
"This suits me for a pasture; that's my park,
We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge,
And misty lowland where to go for peat.
The land is well, —lies fairly to the south.
'Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back,
To find the sitfast acres where you left them."
Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds
Him to his land, a lump of mould the more.
Hear what the Earth says:


Mine and yours,
Mine not yours.
Earth endures,
Stars abide,
Shine down in the old sea,
Old are the shores,
But where are old men?
I who have seen much,
Such have I never seen.

The lawyer's deed
Ran sure
In tail
To them and to their heirs
Who shall succeed
Without fail
For evermore.

Here is the land,
Shaggy with wood,
With its old valley,
Mound, and flood.—
But the heritors—
Fled like the flood's foam;
The lawyer, and the laws,
And the kingdom,
Clean swept herefrom.

They called me theirs,
Who so controlled me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone.
How am I theirs,
If they cannot hold me,
But I hold them?

When I heard the Earth-song,
I was no longer brave;
My avarice cooled
Like lust in the chill of the grave.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Be nice to yo' Mama Earth


portland day 2

Greek resturaunt for lunch!
The Monkey & the Rat, where I bought some rad fabric.
Stephanie, our trusty navigator.
Tabitha, Emily, me, Stephanie, and Kate at Voodoo Doughnuts.  I had the "Dirty Old Bastard"--chocolate, oreo, and peanut butter.  It was to die for!
All my besties were in Portland!  Doesn't hurt to have 75% of your friends in either yearbook or newspaper.  Life is good.  More pictures to come!

portland day 1

The convention center.
Is that Micheal Bluth on his bike and cell?
Food stands!
Bookstore!  Score!
Sooo many shelves of piles of books (of prepositions...)
Was this taken with a cell phone or what?!
This Buddha's tummy in Chinatown has obviously seen a lot of rubbing.
Pretty, pretty. 
The trees were so green I was under the impression the universe decided to turn up the saturation on them.
Passing through Skidmore--more exploring there to come!