Life Portland, Portland, Portland
posted by October 17 at 12:30 PMon
I too am just back from vacation—and limping along, technology-wise, because my laptop decided to die Monday in a very loud and dramatic fashion (which I have to say I somewhat admire). There were screeches, static groans, and a white screen that I suppose meant heavenly rest for my hardworking hardrive—and of course hell for me.
In any case, I was on vacation in New York City, and everywhere I went people were talking about Portland.
I went to a gallery opening in NoLita and the gallery director was just back from several weeks in Portland, gushing about the scene there and how much he liked the city, how livable it was, how well planned. A friend of his, who works in fashion, was also just back from Portland, also gushing. I went out to dinner nearby and The Shins were playing in the restaurant. The friend I was eating with didn’t know who The Shins were, but when I mentioned they’re from Portland, he said, “Oh,” in a tone that suggested their cache had just been raised immensely. A few days later I was in a gay bar talking to a couple guys, and when the conversation turned to where I’m from (Seattle) one of the guys said, I guess apropos of Northwest cities: “You know, I love Portland.” His friend immediately concurred.
It felt like when I first went to New York, in the late 1990s, when talking about the Northwest inevitably meant talking about a certain hip new city. Back then it was my city, Seattle. Now it seems to be our southern neighbor.