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Who’s calling?

When my husband and I moved to Oregon, many things changed. Our cell phone numbers were not among them. But over time we developed a sneaking suspicion that we were missing calls. Local calls. Why?

Portland has a 503 area code; my cell phone has a 203 area code. Similarly, Portland has 971 while my husband has 917.

But. . . can’t people be trusted to read carefully, to pay attention, to not just dial out of habit or suspect a typo?

The silence is deafening.

 

Overlooked in Portland

Death and Taxes

Sorry, Portland, if this is not the mild winter you were promised.
Ain’t nothin’ certain. . .

 

Overlooked in Portland

A propos


Amidst all the headlines about science and France lately, I read Michael Pollan’s book “In Defense of Food.” In it he mentions an experiment by Paul Rozin, in which “he showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of Americans and recorded their word associations. “Guilt” was the top response . . . the response of the French eaters to the same prompt: “celebration.”

Perhaps les Américaines have a bit to learn when it comes to joie de vivre.

 

 

Overlooked in Portland

Happy Holidays

Kerry Rowand

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Overlooked in Portland

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Overlooked in Portland

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Overlooked in Portland

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If this image were part of a real estate listing, it might read “convenient to transportation.”

A few years back when I was house hunting, many of the homes I looked at were small. Or rather, “cozy.” I recall the realtor describing one as a “ranchelo” (i.e. ranch + bungalow).

Now it seems trailer parks have been renamed tiny home pods and efficiencies are micro apartments. In the words of one Nobel Prize winner, “The times they are a changin.”

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Overlooked: Election

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Next

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My first introduction to comedian Aziz Ansari was through his book Modern Romance. In it he shared how he would go on many first dates but not invest beyond that, convinced that somewhere in the endless sea of options would be someone better. “The goal was seemingly to meet someone who instantly swept us off our feet, but it just didn’t seem to be happening. I felt like I was never meeting people I really, really liked. Was everyone shitty? Or was I shitty? Maybe I was okay, but my dating strategy was shitty? Maybe I was kind of shitty and my dating strategy was kind of shitty too?”

This path to madness did not stop with dating.

Two personality types were described: maximizers (who look for the best) and satisficers (who look for good enough). As an example, when a maximizer looks for a job, “Rather than compare actual jobs, with their various pros and cons, in their minds they wound up selecting the features of each particular job and creating a ‘fantasy job,’ an ideal that neither they nor, probably, anyone else would ever get” (leaving the maximizer less happy than the satisficer).

Aziz could apparently relate. After hours of online research in search of “dope Christmas ornaments, I’m worried there’s a better Christmas ornament out there that I don’t know about yet and am spending my holidays with the Internet instead of my family.”

Thanks for the reality check, Aziz.

Overlooked in Portland

Kerry Rowand

Staycation

I’ve got to hand it to you, Oregon. You’re a great place for a staycation.

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Stacks

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