Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

Last Sunday was unbelievably gorgeous, so Jeremy and I drove around almost every part of the city, even the confusing parts of the SW. We headed down so far that I thought we should try to find Oaks Park, where the fun never ends. Actually, all the rides shut down at five o’clock and we got there at 4:45, so it was a quick scramble to ride at least one ride.

The choice was made to get on this thing, which spun you around in the air: a combination of pendulum and egg beater. I thought I’d be able to take pictures, but I was clutching my glasses for dear life and freaking out as a ten year old little kid sitting across from me was playing air guitar the whole time and rocking along to the heavy-metal music blaring on the PA system.

I’d read that this park was Portland’s answer to Coney Island, which is like comparing having your hand rolled over by a car to eating a bag of potato chips, in the way that Coney Island is terryifying and tragic and Oaks Park is full of kids skipping around eating cotten candy.

Somebody’s getting fat.

Finally, neckface revealed. Though only Katherine might have obsessed about this graffiti artist like I did, it’s nice at least to finally know a little about this person (though naturally, anticlimatic). My favorite neckface was up only briefly on the corner of 8th ave and 23rd street (see it here). And there’s a whole fan-run weblog here.