quoms:

you just speak things into existence now and they come true through the power of like (metal gear rising voice) memes or the cybernetic basilisk or whatever. it is indistinguishable from magic and people are not respecting this power. this, this, the florida arming teachers thing

i know you all wanted shadowrun magic where you get to like shoot energy bolts or do clairvoyance or whatever but this is the shitty cyberpunk future so these are the inscrutable powers we have to work with

Today I walked into the technology repair shopfront that has a beton brut/raw wood esthetic with 80s computers in the waiting area and while the guy replaced my iPhone screen I watched these two guys

Bellied Slav in a neo-tracksuit and balding Korean in floppy Nike style, jeans too long and turned up to show a different color inside

talk with the neo-tinker repair bro, them both Amazon contract workers talking about how now Amazon wouldn’t recognize their lazily jailbroken phones, about all the tricks warehouse and delivery people use to steal packages

most cyberpunk shit I’ve ever seen

Hawthorne Hideaway
Hawthorne Blvd.
Portland, OR

This barcade has a live mechanical display of its Facebook likes

Quarterworld
Hawthorne Boulevard
Portland, OR

Found a block apart on Foster: 1) at the base of a light pole, an apparent cup of coffee and a note “Thanks 4 ‘Da Beer! -Me”

2) by but not in a trash can, a pocket edition of the Alcoholics Anonymous… manual? Annotated extensively but only (in different ink but same handwriting) in the introduction (“The Doctor’s Opinion”) and Chapter 5 (“How It Works”)

Anglo-American solidarity

Hoda’s
SE Belmont St.
Portland, OR

realized these bathroom dispensers are exactly the kinda thing so ubiquitous they risk disappearing before they’re documented

the table behind me’s jokes have suddenly become 100% about stupid contracting shortcuts in 4-story condo construction

Dancers at the bar asking after the drama w/r/t a regular getting kicked out, apparently he offered one a half-full jar of his cum, “I thought you might want this”

>that Portland dive bar feel where you put on the Kinks’ Lola and Patsy Cline’s Crazy to dig at each others’ identities

>and it turns into a retro-country-about-failure hour and the amputee digs you about saying youre trying to handicap her so you respond you’re really giving her a leg up

this NYE crowd looks like it’s ready to hear Mr. Brightside for the first time

NE Alberta St.
Portland, OR

From a friend back in Portland, apparently the old Axis of Evil has started manifesting in my city physically

SE Grand & Adler
Portland, OR

“ah christ, if I knew it was curvy night I would’ve gone to a different strip club”

…

“oh cmon, her lower abdomen’s just pouched out from childbirth”

kontextmaschine:

poipoipoi-2016:

kontextmaschine:

Line for the community meeting re: a proposal to put a “low barriers” homeless drop-in shelter right in the heart of the designated-next-for-gentrification neighborhood of Foster-Powell

Portland, OR

I’ve had the opportunity to travel around Portland before.  It feels odd that a neighborhood an hour bus ride from downtown on an not-all-that-bad day is next for gentrification.  

Lents is kinda ridiculous, but Foster/Holgate where were talking is like 25 minutes from downtown but Portland’s center of gravity is further east now anyway

beside what else else would be next? Montavilla? Outer Sandy? At least it’s not Division where the PDC stamped its Alberta/Williams 2.0 canyon all at once

(and it’s not drop-in, I did get that wrong)

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Line for the community meeting re: a proposal to put a “low barriers” homeless shelter right in the heart of the designated-next-for-gentrification neighborhood of Foster-Powell

Portland, OR

Oh, the Benson Bubblers! No, the water sprays up high enough that you can lean down and sip it without putting your mouth on the fixture, though if you’re trying to fill a bottle or something you might have to plug one of the outlets to raise the pressure.

And water isn’t really an issue, the biggest Pacific-draining river in North America passes right by the city, drainage is probably a bigger problem. But they can be turned off in the winter to prevent freezing.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and permanent, no good comes from crying. Nothing changes for them. They usually know this, but still can’t help crying.