Archive for Portland

Lesson Two: Finding Meaning in Small Talk Concerning an Impending Cross-Country Move

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Personal work, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 26, 2011 by ccartlidge

Most people we love or have been close to in our lives have good intentions. We catch up and have conversations about the near-past, present and near-future, and we care enough about the other person to get the background information before moving on to more interesting discourse. Good intentions don’t prevent emotional incandescence or tetchy conversational evolution, regardless of how neutral the pretense. Association depends on interpretation. In other words, if I’m having a neutral conversation and it becomes partisan, it might be because I’m being to damned sensitive.

It might help to mention that I am currently transitioning from Portland (Oregon) to an unknown city via my home state of Maryland. After many months of vacillation, I decided to move and I’m still unsure if the decision borders on correct (read this if you care for even more elaboration on the subject of decision-making), but it’s happening.

It hurts to go, because it means leaving people and places I love. I don’t have to drive, I’m not even peripherally presented with ignorant or closed-minded people, development hasn’t ruined the gorgeous landscape, and I can go for a hike without even leaving the city. These are all reasons to stay. On the other hand, the economy is crap, over-educated creative types make up a significant part of the population (which is also a plus, but unfortunately we’re all unemployed and looking for the same three jobs), my family is only accessible via an expensive, annoying and ecologically insensitive day of plane rides, and I’m treading cold water.

I’ll only know in hindsight how much of this is rationalization, but this is in a strange way what I’m hoping for. I want to be sure about something again. Anything, really. Even if the only thing I’m sure of is that I shouldn’t have left Oregon, that would be just fine with me. I’m allowing myself to become covered in moss and this is disturbing and gross. I can come back. But only if I leave now.

I’ve learned that although I love Portland, I’ll never get that first year back. It was fucking magic. I didn’t mind biking in the rain, I had a ridiculously close group of intelligent and beautiful friends, I was working towards a goal. I was working hard, playing hard, and I was in love but all things come to an end. I got a Master of Architecture months ago. I bummed around for the summer. I was successful in both of those pursuits, but now I’m lost. The city reminds me of this daily. Growth and confidence are the only things I know I want for sure, and my instinct is telling me to leave to get them.

A conversation I had a few hours ago brought me to these words. When I tell people I’m leaving Portland, I usually end up justifying my decision partly by mentioning the new places I’m interested in. Currently I’m focusing on New England, specifically the original American Portland, the one in Maine. I know nothing of significance and I’m aware I might change my mind, but I’m drawn to it somehow.

It seems like the first thing that most people mention when the word “Maine” pops out of my mouth is that the winters are cold. God, really? I have no concept of weather patterns outside Oregon so thanks for mentioning this as I wouldn’t have ever known otherwise. The second thing is that it is a very small city. Again: thanks, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO KNOWLEDGE OF HOW THE INTERNET WORKS NOR ANY ABILITIES IN SPATIAL RECOGNITION, COMPARATIVE OR OTHERWISE. Shit.

I know now I react this way because I’m sensitive about the subject, not because the person speaking thinks I’m an idiot. I’m still very unsure and it makes me uncomfortable to think that I am in the middle of making a bad decision. But I’ll never know if I don’t try, so I’m strangely happy to keep having the same conversation over and over if it moves me closer to finding my new goal. Bring on the unknown.

So if you live in Portland, Maine and you see a cold, lost, short-haired girl visiting alone in a brand new winter coat, come say hello and remind me that Maine is much colder and smaller than Oregon. I might even thank you.

It’s officially fall now in PDX, which means one thing.

Posted in Design, Loves with tags , , , on September 26, 2011 by ccartlidge

RAIN! Can I just say that, personally, I find walking in the rain a bit more uncomfortable than biking in the rain. That’s the Portland-Bike-Rights-Bitch coming out in me. In homage to the rain, and the fall, and having the opportunity to walk in the rain in the fall: Christina Conway‘s design for adorable socks didn’t win the contest. I didn’t look at the others, but I call for a damn recount. I would rock the hell out of these.

This post is dedicated to Nicole and Dave

Posted in Design with tags , on July 7, 2011 by ccartlidge

I feel that the moniker of Santa Monica is a bit misplaced though… if it weren’t so clean it would be pretty damn Portland… (HA!)

The Subconscious Art of Graffiti Removal

Posted in Film, Loves, Rants with tags , on July 1, 2011 by ccartlidge

Matt McCormick / Rodeo Film Company / The Subconscious Art of Graffiti Removal.

You dudes need to go watch this clip if you haven’t seen it already. Graffiti removal as unintentional art. [Haven’t you ever noticed that the big grey block of paint on the side of a building is perhaps more noticeable than the original graffiti? Do the people who remove it recognize the irony?]

Another refined and understated poem

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Rants with tags , on June 30, 2011 by ccartlidge

Portland.

Town of cycles, fir trees, and giant goddesses of silly architecture.

We are but a flock drawn to your über-hipness.

But we need to pay rent, you asshole.

NOLA Bike Book

Posted in Loves with tags , , on June 20, 2011 by ccartlidge

I hope this counts as planking. Portland may have the numbers, but New Orleans has the soul. (Although as far as I understand they don’t have naked planking! At least not sanctioned naked planking. I’m sending the Naked Bike Ride good vibes. Just another reason to love this city.)

i love portland summers and blowing stuff up in front of my new house.

Posted in Personal work, Photos with tags , , , , on July 8, 2010 by ccartlidge

I assume this is Nick’s sexxxxy pose.

Fifth of July

Fireworks carnage on Yamhill