* Portland pays people to stand on street corners and talk to you about saving the rain forests. ( I considered getting a job with them, but I think the minimum qualifications for an applicant were that you either had to live in a tree for approximately one year or have done a 6 month stint on the Steve Irwin.)
* ---disclaimer: this popcorned fact involves a rant--- Everywhere you go there are these college kids wearing "VOTE NOW!" tshirts... they carry clipboards and the burning desire to see every man, woman, and child pushing 18 sign up on their sheets to become a registered voter. Now, I'm all for voting, but the thing is... I just learned that there are NO voting polls here in Oregon. NONE. (Elizabeth, you'd be out of a random job). Here is what they do: they mail you your voting card, you fill it out, and then pop it back in the mail. Huh? For a land that is so gung-ho about involvement and activism, this just seems a bit complacent to me.
I could think of a trillion and one ways to invalidate this system. here's a few i throw out just for fun: hmmm, how about taking your
For those of you who go out and faithfully vote--- wouldn't you miss heading out to the polls on that certain Tuesday, fighting the crowds, tripping over lawn signs and ignoring the volunteers who are stuffing your pockets with pamphlets and sticking your lapels with those oversized pins? I mean, it's sorta like giving blood. Yes, the deed is virtuous in and of itself, but man, that sticker that says "Be nice to me; I gave blood", or those free oj's and pretzels in the back... I mean, doesn't that solidify the experience for you? I seriously hear little trumpets in my head and the national anthem playing when I head to the polls. There is a surge of patriotism i feel when I have to hand over my picture ID, sign my name, and then head behind that curtain. It's similar to the power
* They have a little place here called "Ground Control" where you can eat, drink, and listen to live music, all while you are playing old school arcade games for just a quarter a piece! Bring on the Q*bert and the Pinball!
Last one for today...
*Mass transit drivers sure do love each other out here. Every time a bus passes a trolley, or a train intersects a bus's pass, windows are rolled down or pushed out or folded open, and the drivers' hands are giving a friendly wave. One bus I was on kept side by side with another bus on our journey up 5th Ave. We'd pass, he'd wave, they'd pass, she waved. But this went a bit further. At red lights, he would crank open the double doors, and she would pop out her side window and we customers would be treated to a front row seat of the flirtatious drama "Love at the Light". Another time, I saw a bus driver actually come on to our bus during a red light so he could hug our previously surly driver and give her a quick peck on the cheek. boy, was she all smiles after that!