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Three reunions with people I haven’t seen since moving here, a break up with a long-time boyfriend, and an overwhelmingly high entropy-level have thus far defined my summer.
10 months, 1 week ago
— 01. Alex and I bump into my friend Chris while at the Organic Brewers Festival at Overlook Park.
— 02. From inside my father’s hotel room, the haze of a partially-lit neon sign along the streetside in front of his hotel is strikingly retro.
— 03. After deciding not to visit OMSI, Dad and I indulge on a few cigarettes and a light snack along the waterfront.
— 04. Robert, Shawn, TJ and I found ourselves downtown enjoying a beer at Hamburger Mary’s. Having two ex boyfriends at the same table could not have been any less awkward.
— 05. Alex and Shawn reveling in their inebriation at the oftentimes bro-ey bar, Prost.
— 06. In what a month ago I would’ve described as the most unlikely of possibilities, TJ has somehow made it back into my photo roll. This rather-pressured photograph of him just moments before he heads off to climb up Mount Ranier on his way back to the midwest is nine parts deceptively familiar to me and one part apprehension.
— 07. Blue skies and Mount Hood towering above the horizon accompanied Shawn, Rob, and I to Blue Lake.
Adam works for a small software company in Portland, OR's Cathedral Park neighborhood as a software developer. In recent news, bike commuting from his apartment in the Mississippi District to his office has been making him slightly damper than expected, but having the early-morning view of the St. Johns bridge poking out of the dense fog rolling across the west hills every morning while enjoying his cup of coffee more than makes up for such a minor inconvenience.
Not enough information? I didn't think so either. Well, he cares about things like leftist politics and economics, living a car-free lifestyle, never taking anything for granted, and although he is an unabashed technophile, he dreams of living an unplugged lifestyle in the middle of the wilderness by the time he reaches forty or so years old.
This Adam guy has an really terrible memory for things like names, places, and events. Although it might be rather a miracle that he doesn't drown on his own spit from day-to-day, he has somehow managed to scrape together his software development skills from year to year to maintain this site-- a sort of documentary of his own life. This is more for his sake than yours.
We are all creatures of our own past. How do you remind yourself of your own context?
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