Waiting is agony

We have been waiting to leave on an epic road trip for about a week now. It all rests on if we get this damn car sold. Because none of us (going with a third friend) have the money to pay for gas on our own we are using the money we get from selling a family car. Sad, weird, awkward, annoying situation? We are aware. The problem with waiting and being unsure of when to leave seems to diminish some of the excitement and spontaneity. Well to be honest, a lot of it. We have to be back by the 5th of August and therefore each day we don’t leave, our trip gets shorter and shorter and we have to keep cutting out stops and states and pretty soon it will be to Tennessee and back with nothing along the way. Which is fine, but still not at all what was supposed happen and as much as it can be denied, disappointing.
When you’re waiting for something to happen there always seems to be this need to place blame on someone. Even when there is absolutely nothing we can do to make it happen, it is always someone else’s fault. They didn’t call this person at the right time, or they didn’t hang the flyers up in the right place. There is always blame flying around waiting for a new victim.
The truth is, it isn’t really any of our fault. We tore up craigslist, hung hella flyers, and facebook knows of nothing of us but what we are trying to sell. The problem isn’t with our marketing skills, the problem is with the market. It sucks. And trying to blame each other doesn’t help make people want to spend money. But what are we going to do? Wait. And try harder.

If you know anyone who wants to spend some money on a great little car, show them this.

Fireworks are the shit!

There is something about the 4th of July. America’s independence. I’m not especially patriotic (Well, one of us isn’t particularly patriotic. The other is still somewhat surprised when tears well up in her eyes at the sight of crisp red stripes coupled with white stars on a navy background snapping in a high wind on a particularly beautiful day, even if that banner has been flown at terrible times; just ask the Indians). I recognize all the insane things this country does to dominate everyone we can, but I really do love where I live. It’s not like I don’t want to live anywhere else but on the 4th of July I often realize how exponentially lucky I am to be where I am and live the privileged lifestyle I do.
When people gather on bridges, in parking lots, and on the streets with a common interest of setting shit on fire, there is a certain element of camaraderie that can’t be ignored. When we all come together to celebrate, strangers quickly become acquaintances, and immediately we have something in common. Setting shit on fire and chanting ridiculously on a bus “USA! USA! USA!” That kind of excitement is contagious and people smile and start up conversations with complete strangers, it seems to make themselves feel less like they are being foolish all on there own.

But perhaps it isn’t foolish. Perhaps this ability to find comfort in a strangers laugh is just what we need to remind each of us that we are all human, together. That companionship and acceptance is longed for by all, whether we like to admit it or not, it is there. No matter how independent we try to teach ourselves to be, no matter how hard we try to close ourselves off to outsiders, as humans, we each desire a certain level of interaction. It’s the way we were built, designed, made, created; it’s in our genetics to crave company in some form or another. So when it comes to celebrating, as a nation we become friendly, outgoing, laughing at ourselves for no reason at all. And even if you don’t approve, it becomes somewhat of a task to remove yourself when everyone on your block is burning fuses and boundaries, and even the anarchists are getting drunk.

just to make me less nervous?

We created this blog about a week ago and have yet to write anything. It’s kind of this weird intimidating thing…like we aren’t doing anything cool enough to blog about or aren’t really bored enough to blog?
We are house sitting on Belmont and loving it. A nice morning walk to STUMPTOWN to people watch and caffeinate after a long weird night in a warehouse full of art, music, friends, acquaintances and strangers; followed by an afternoon walk home. Curiously, on our way home we were confronted with an awesome find swiftly followed by and awesome buy.

So that was nice.

It is disgustingly hot here in PDX and one of us wants nothing to do with it and the other is completely in love with it. Two peas in pod? Yeah not so much….
Fireworks are coming up and excitement is brewing.