Northern Weekend.
It’s taken me a couple days to decompress from my trip to Portland. Visiting my brother was really wonderful, and I feel like I get to see him grown in some new way every time I see him. I think we both agree that we’re turning into cool adult brothers, just like we imagine our father and uncle were in their mythical twenties.
It was reassuring that our relationship didn’t devolve into petty or asinine bickering, the way it can when we’re both around our parents. In fact, we both recognized that between us we share a diction that is highly specific, condensed, and interesting (to us at least). I don’t remember the exact details of the conversations he and I had while I was there, but I know I couldn’t have had them with anyone else. In this spirit, the two of us made tentative plans to go in on a joint blogging venture, some kind of dueling keyboards scenario. Hopefully we’ll be able to get the project rolling shortly.
We went to see the Oregon-centric handmade bike show that is Manifest on Saturday, and then caught the final dozen laps of a ‘cross race through a torn down insane asylum on Sunday. Unfortunately, only a few of my photos from the trip came out decently. Luckily, pdxcross.com took plenty of classy photos of both Oregon Manifest and the Villebois CX race.
Upon wise suggestion I’ve been listening to more Sufjan Stevens lately. The song You Are The Rake from A Sun Came! is easily my favorite so far.