Oh, how I love the advent of farmers market season in Portland: Exploding bouquets of brilliant flowers, bike baskets full of produce, greens greens greens everywhere, all sorts of little kiddos with all manner of food smeared on their faces, live music–there is nothing about the farmer’s market that fails …
It’s been…oh, about four weeks since I started working for real(ish) and taking some classes at Portland State. Apparently, four weeks of schedule is about all it takes until I’m ready for the next adventure. This is somewhat troublesome when it comes to living what most might consider a normal …
It may not be over 60 degrees yet, but it sure looked like springtime yesterday! (and I might–just might–have taken my shoes off and let my toes get reacquainted to unadulterated ground.) Those trees, of course, are the amazing cherry blossoms along the downtown waterfront, with the Steel Bridge making …
This may be my own opinion more than any cultural norm or hard rule or anything, but when you’re biking, I think it’s flat-out rude to blow by someone else without some form of acknowledgment. It doesn’t need to be huge–a simple “on your left” or ring of a bell …
