There’s sometimes a phrase you find yourself using against your better judgement. You find it entering your conversations. It’s suddenly there. You may become aware, and attempt to phase it out and substitute some other vocabulary (see: the contemporary, multi-generational faded overuse of ‘cool’). You may find yourself fondly accepting it, and going with the flow (see: asking people to ‘Discuss’). Just perhaps, you’ve stumbled upon a new term. You may find yourself nearly comfortable with it (see: the initial title of this post), befuddled at your leniency (see: dittering*), or just perhaps, inevitably, accepting it (see: the second part of the title) and peppering it into your sarcastic tirades whenever you can’t find a seat in a coffee shop or have to wait in line at a food cart. Oh, Portland.
Now, maybe it’s the bits of Spring weather that are now confidently poking through the rainfall, maybe it’s the obsessive VVC II planning mode, maybe it was finally getting over my odd bouts of earache-induced vertigo recently and leaving the house, and definitely, some really inspiring Thai cuisine on SE Hawthorne and taking up a farmers market opening weekend countdown…..no matter what, it’s led me to smile, nod, snap pictures and share some recent Portlanding of my own.
…in conclusion, for all my complaining about its bagels, there are countless reasons I have lived in Portland for a near decade.
Of course, my weekly happy hour group of native Portlanders (really) and long-timers would probably want you to know that the only people who talk about watching Portlandia are those who have recently moved here, or were encouraged by the show. And VooDoo Doughnuts. But, guilty pleasure or not, there’s real Portlandy (another one) life in there, trust me.
*In 2009, local businesses, restaurants and carts were *just* beginning to use Twitter, and a few friends and I enjoyed a ridiculous week of living on the edge and attempting to only dine at those businesses who were tweeting. How time flies.